The Hollows

He grinned at Kindle’s comment as they moved into position, a witty and flirtatious comeback to her comment on his lips that died when she bolted after their quarry. He followed close at her heels, suddenly steely and focused on the hunt as the zebra was separated from its herd and driven toward them.

With the grace of a dancer he leapt forward in an elegant pounce, his gilded fangs bared in a wide snarl before he sank them into the zebra’s thick neck. He tore his head to the side, the bladed fangs cutting through flesh and tissue as he pushed himself away from his prey.

The zebra gave a strangled hoot of panic and kicked its hooves out wildly, but only succeeding in spilling itself on the ground as blood flowed freely from the wound on its throat. The stallion lifted its lip, bearing its square teeth and threatening to bite anyone who got too close. Rosemary licked the blood from his lips and grinned before charging in again, dodging the flailing hoofed limbs and seizing the zebra by the throat. The zebra kicked out wildly and shrieked through his grip but it wasn't long before the kicks lost their fervor and the zebra collapsed dead.

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