I b allseeing_spydr (\(\;;/)/)

He was the Hunter in the night, seeking his elusive pray. Sometimes as man, sometimes as beast, this was his purpose, to stalk through the darkness.

The creatures he sought were dangerous things, born of the minds of that small minority of humans who could be said to have a sense of creativity. They all cursed him of course, for destroying the children of their musings, but he had no choice. These things could not be allowed to run free. The world was never the same when one of them escaped his grasp.

Oh yes, he could smell them. The humans were busy this night, very busy. These were the ones he hated most, those spawned late at night. They were unpredictable, unorganized. They could cause the most damage.

He treaded silently, turning to follow the scent. Yes there it was, one of them, the despicable creatures. It’s ears perked as it detected his presence, the danger. Suddenly, it leapt up in one great bound and was off. Taking the form of a great night-wolf, the Hunter followed close on its heels.

It was a good chase, he gave it that. This one may not be organized, but it was persistent, and quite elusive. Finally he cornered it. Large crazy eyes stared up into his, defiant. It would hold on as long as it was able. But in the end, they all must end up as this one would. Crushed by the wolf’s jaws.

It was his destiny, as it was theirs.

Silently the Hunter ended the life, of another demented Plot Bunny.