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Sound of flapping filled the air.
Yet it was so quiet that you had to strain your ears to hear the noise.
A twig snapped.
This beast, or what ever it was had obviously landed.
Thudthudthudthudthud,
Sound of fast paws began to move on top of the forest floor.
Swish, Swish, Swish
It moved the leaves that littered the ground with its paws.
So that time of year was autumn.
POUNCE!
SQUEEEK!!!!!
Silence.
Green eyes scanned the forest, watching. To see if it was being followed. To the animal's senses, he wasn’t being followed he was just being paranoid. Clutching a small Kitten (Baby Rabbit) in its jaw. The four-legged beast ran deeper into the forest. Here it was dark, quiet and he wouldn’t really be seen. His giant silver, white wings folded on top of his silvery back. While his paws slipped down and settled to eat his catch.
The darkness closed in around him, while he ate. Yet he took no notice. He loved the darkness. It was where Vagen drove himself to live whether he liked it or not. His meal tasted bitter, not as nice as he thought it would taste, after all he did starve himself for a couple of days. Not wanting to eat…all those killings.
As he pushed his meal away (he ate most of it) he rested his head on his paws his tailed flicked around. As thought entered and exited his mind, he wasn’t aware of the crows and ravens that had found there way into his darkness, and began squabbling over the leftovers. He hated feeling sorry for himself. But that was the only thing that stopped him from going complexly mad.
Once more Vagen hated sleep. He’d rather be on the move. Not staying in one place for too long. It unnerved him.
SQUARK!!
Vagen jumped like a bullet from a gun, it took him a few minutes to work out it was the birds still arguing over the meat. Shaking his had and yawning this seemed a perfect chance to move again. Stretching out his over sized wings, he took off with little effort and was air born pretty quickly, his eyes looking for the next peace of darkness to enter, that he could claim his own.