The moon gazed down on the black hunter, his pelt shining like the thousands of stars above him. The beams of the moon brought out the wildflowers of the cliff. The faint call of the shore whispered to him as he proudly stalked through the grass, his head and paws high. The cold night wind ruffled through his chest and tail, almost speaking to him. The grass and flowers brushed his paws as he gently padded to the edge. Though he was smart not to stand quite close, much could happen if he was to fall into the screaming, icy black water. Once he knew he was a safe distance away from the edge, he threw his head back and stared onto the horizon with dignity. A wise gaze scanned the thunderous waves from afar. So stormy it looked out there, while he could feel the rising tension in the spiraling wind. His eyes never shifted position, they always looked across into the emptiness of the night.
The wind was still. Silence had hushed the moontouched cliffs. A great aura was upon him, he knew it caused the sudden change in the wind. His eyes darted, though he wouldn't face this creature. He flicked his tail and head, relaxing himself, yet he was aware of the danger that lurked behind him. He was gravely aware of the ominous darkness that hunted from behind. The feeling was dry and cold, familiar yet unfamiliar. He would let this creature approach him, disgusted by the fact he knew it. Feeling the blood-hunger of the creature, Dusk just stared into the horizon, his voice powerful without fear. This creature hunted on fear, he knew it. If he was to end this without bloodshed, then he would speak in a neutral and calm tone. Sighing, he spoke in an unforgiving voice.
"We meet again..."
"Speech"
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