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It had only been a few hours since the hunt began, yet Damien could already smell blood in the air. Did his prey fall and cut themselves? Surely they could not be so ignorant as to leave behind a trail for him to follow so easily. Yet as his bright amber eyes scanned the forest floor they noticed a few drops of dark red liquid on a bush, the scent still strong. The trail was fresh and the stench of fear hung heavy in the air, which meant his quarry couldn't be far. Truthfully, Damien could have killed his target when he had first laid eyes on them. But where was the fun in that? He had craved a good hunt for days now so he let them run for a bit before following. Taking it slow and letting their fear from the chase build up until it had left a thick trail on the breeze. Their frantic beating heart and rushing blood the only sounds in their ears.
A few meters away a twig snapped and Damien's ears swiveled forward on his head, blocking out any noises he deemed unimportant with ease. He was born for the hunt, using everything he was tough from a young age and putting it into practice was second nature to him. His body tensed as he crouched low to the ground, careful to avoid brushing against any foliage around him as his limbs brought him closer to his prey. They didn't seem very aware of his presence, but now he was close enough to hear the beating of their heart like a drum in his own ears. Their fate had been decided for them when they met Damien just hours ago, and in this single moment their life was about to come to it's conclusion.

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