My large paws padded slowly and steadily grazing the ground.

The majestic long brown body adorned with jet black strikes gifted to me hung low almost touching the dry soil and brown grass, the perfect camouflage to make a catch. I inhaled the smell of the air before victory, patiently waiting for the right time to make the next step.

I hunted more for the trill and adrenaline it gave me than for the fact that I needed it for survival.

The sheer emotion that hunting provided me was much like the one of drugs that humans loved so much, I was addicted to something good.

My amber eyes glow darker at the site of the delicious meal, my mesmerizing tail wiggling discreetly at the adventure. she, oblivious ate the dead glass that had lost its pigment.

The stripped horse munched on the dry grass and I held back an almost instinctive gag; how could these idiots limit themself to dirty grass that probably tasted like a mistake. But blood, blood on the other hand was metallic, thick and sweet, so watched her eat, let her enjoy her last meal before she was teared into shreds by my long large sharp canines.

Realizing it was time, my wide paws move closer, and then closer. She ate immersed in her meal unaware of her surroundings, then them bam.

I jumped sinking my canines into her rear leg, my thorn like claws digging into her other wanting to feel the bone, wanting to see the blood. She attempted to run to no avail, her body quivered and a high pitched bray for help resonated through the almost vacuum of the Savanaa. Sinking my canines once more in her torso her noise mellowed down and so did her body. The blood oozed from the puncture holes dirtying her black and white fur. I signed looking at my conquest, the sun kissing my orange and black fur, as if congratulating me, my alpha pride releasing a low purr of accomplishment at the latest capture. I padded around my dinner and then finally digging into my meal I sighed, can’t wait to go hunting again.