It’s like waking up. Like when you first step out and take a deep breath of crisp air. Like being thirsty, and taking that first sip of cool water.
It’s the night falling, and it is when I come alive.
I saw the movement at the corner of my vision. I turned my head just a little, as if I didn’t actually care. I saw what I had hoped to see — my prey.
There was a rather dense bit of trees between us, myself sitting beneath an oak, my prey creeping through the field. I knew I had more than enough time to stand up – slowly, silently.
Now I was moving. I kept my eyes pointed at the shape in the grass, but they were wide, so I could pay attention all around me, as well. My ears strained for every sound that surrounded me. I chose my steps very slowly, very carefully. I knew there was nothing to be gained now by hurrying. The key here would be letting the situation unfold as it would – I playing my part, she hers….
The wind was in my face, so I made sure to blink regularly, but this was a good thing. I didn’t mind the cool, nor the discomfort to my eyes. I wanted my scent and my sound to be pushed away from my target.
I had learned long ago that a full moon can be just as helpful as the full sun. There was even more light shining now than I needed, but of course, moon-shadows are darker than those cast by the sun’s light. The deciding factor here, however, was myself. I had to be willing to start slow, to ensure that I didn’t make any avoidable mistakes. If I was patient, and diligent, I would come soon enough to that wonderful part where I was poised to strike, and then for her it would be too late…..
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