Legends of the Mythical

The hunger ate at my soul. My mouth watered as I watched my victim laugh, unaware of the looming darkness. I began to grow impatient, waiting for the yelt to make that crucial mistake which they all eventually fall into.

My breathing quickened, eyes latched onto the prey. I could wait no longer, twas torture to the soul. Death, t'would come to him someday, why not now?

But fear was vacant from his eyes. He was prepared.No one was ever prepared. Had I acted too soon as to cause his definite awareness? Or had I just stumbled onto the masterpiece believed to have abandoned this planet?