created this linkup to keep our writing honed for the summer months. This one ends on the seventeenth and I highly recommend doing them.
Darkness was setting in, taking up it's residence in William's chest. The dark heightened his senses drawing a clearer picture than the light could create. He could sense the heat from the woodland creatures as they cleared the area. He could hear their breathing and growls.
They were not his prey, to the far right of him was a human.
He had been tracking this person, but their pulse was ebbing, fading, dying.
His own pulse sped up in response, his animalistic urges consuming his fear and pity.
Rain was falling in a flawed beat blanketing the air.
It tasted strange, it tasted of blood.