"be still"
cutting my eyes slowly at him and then back to the stag, my heart beats fast and hungrily.crouching lower into the edge of the tall grass, and then slowing the beat of my heart my eyes transfixed to the manificant stag. the stag feels that no harms shall come to him on this moon lit night he or is he drawn to this time and place , by the same unknown forces that had
brought me here.
dances gingerly in front of me, producing a swishing sound. as the wind moves in and out of them.
my eyes close , as my ears move forward slowly. becoming attuned to his strong heart beat.
letting it filll me .from the side of my, i feel movement. turning to see him move slowly off to the
left. as he moves off, he tells me in almost silent words.
"let the inner instinct take hold. follow that,"
hearing this, cautiously i begin to make my way to the right. crouching low and moving into the
tall grass. the moon shining down on the tall grass . allowing playful shadows to enshourd me .
keeping my body flat to the ground as i make my way closer to the stag. the muscles tensing in
my body. losing site of the male wolf,knowing not where he is , however the inner me knows he is
closing in on the mighty stag. soon my slow advances puts me to the right side of the stag. the tall
grass parts almost magically , as i near . his scent begins to over power the inner me. the
pounding of his heart echos in my mind. taking deep breaths, my eyes peer out at him . seeing the
smoothnest of his hair , as the moon plays off it.
i lay waiting, the desire powerful in me to charge out at the stag and bring him down. but i quell
that urge for the time being. from somewhere within me comes the wisdom that the time is not
right. these feelings are strong . the huntress comes raging out at the inner me. echoing within
me, screaming at me to charge and kill. quelling the killing instinct , my body tenses. the muscles
ripple as i stand my ground. my back nails dig in to the soft ground as i wait. the sound of the owl
meananders down from the night sky , as he begins his hunt. concentrateing on the stag infront of
me,, his hooting sounds far off. the stags head goes up and he looks slowly around.he feels
confident that no harm will come to him. being so close to him, i can see his muscles begin to
ripple slowly. he continues his grazing turning from me slowly. exposing his back side to me. far
from behind me comes the soft gurgling of the stream. the sounds of the glade seem to build ,
cresendoing louder. urgeing me on. my front nails dig slowly into the ground. as i gain hold .
I feel as that, anytime now this inner self will explode. as the stags muskie smell, feels my every
senses . capturing the inner spirit that that has laid dormant within me.
suddenly , my hind legs push up slowly, feeling the muscles tense , as my back paws pad at the
ground slowly. the wind parts the grass for me and the taut muscles spring me forward, toward the
stags hind quarter. with my teeth barred , a growl escapes me. landing on the stags soft flesh, my
long claws take hold in the tender fleshy skin. quickly , trying to pull myself upon the stag, he
swiftly turns propeling me to the ground. he takes a stance with his head down, looking at me.
gradually i regain my footing and begin to circle him. my eyes locked onto his , snarling at him
softly. the fur on the back of my neck bristles up, as i slowly circle him, my eyes never leave his.
at times the tall grass obscures his view of me, as if i magically disapear. but just as quickly , my
shadowy figure returns. snarling and growling at the stag. his muscles ripple and tense more.
suddenly he lifts his head , and turns it away from me. just for a split second. that is all i need. i
lunge at his neck . this time my long teeth taking hold in the soft muscle of his neck. he rears up
and jerks his head violently trying to break my hold. yet this makes me sink them even deeper. my
jaws clamping down harder. my back paws brutally dig into the fleshy part of his chest.
the hot steamy blood begins to slowly pour from the wounds. the coppery smell inflitrates my flaring
nostrils. he rears up again , as his hooves beat at the empty air. he moves his head quickly to one
side, my grip is broken and once again i land on the ground. jumping up, and turning to him, i
lunge again , this time taking hold to the under side of his neck. sinking my teeth deeply this time.
with a sudden jerk of my head, the steel like jaws rip his throat out. blood pours from the open
wound.looseing my hold and falling back to the ground, i pad backwards from the bleeding stag,
watching him closely , as the blood mingles with his soft hair. the breeze picks up the smell of his
blood , carrying it over the glade. i watch and wait. hearing the stags heart beater faster , as the
blood begins to pool at his hooves. his heart beating hard trying to seek out the precisous life
giving liquid. leaning back on my hind legs, they hurdle me forward , and once again i take hold .
my jaws encapture his neck with in them. my teeth sinking deeper. he struggles to shake me off,
nonetheless my grip is strong and withstanding any of his attempts. his lose of blood has
weakened him. i loosen my hold on him and slide to the ground and pad backwards again. his knees begin to buckle , as he weakens. padding to the right, my tense muscles lunge me
forward again. hitting him in the side of the neck, with such force , he goes down to the ground.
my jaws clamp down again, tearing at the tender flesh, as the stags hing legs feverously kick at
me. sluggishly his heart beats, as his blood pours from the fatal wounds.turning my white fur red.
my head snaps up, once again ripping away at his neck. in the last minutes before his heart
ceases to beat, i can feel it slowling, beat by beat.his heart pounding loudy in his chest . he takes
a deep breath, then, it beats no more. the glade stands silent. the beating of my own heart fills my
ears as i stand there . looking down at the dead stag, his warm blood still oozing out of the gaping
wounds.