The dark one would stalk throughout the lands, searching for the one who always eluded his grasp. His own blood brother. Drake. A snarl would rip from his throat, how the hell had the bastard continued to elude him? Then again, perhaps it was Jet. He always enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and knew that his brother was expecting him. It was perhaps for that reason alone he bid his time...the Australian's nostrils flared then, tearing him from his darkened thoughts. Eyes flashed, the beast gathering his bearings as the scents of many washed over him. Small animals within the tall grass in which he hid, wheat, and the most prominent...another wolf. A she-wolf at that. Slowly, a grin began to spread upon his face, a silent rumble shaking his muscular body as he stalked forward, moving leftwards to circle around where the scent came from. He knew he was getting closer, he could almost feel her heartbeat in the air. The fear that haunted the land.
Jet drew closer, pausing for a few moments as his eyes scanned through the grass. He was close enough now, he could spy on the girl as he sat in waiting like a lion stalking his prey. She would leap downwards, and his own haunches rocked as he prepared to step out before her. Mere seconds after her landing, he stalked out as silent as he could. Teeth flashing in a grin as he swept beyond the grass cover. He would stand upon the location from where she leaped, looking down on her. "Hello little bird, where might you be going?"
"Speech"
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