Hunt

Watching silently, dark eyes glittering. Woefully, hidden in the underbrush. Muscles bunched up, tenses but frozen stiff. Ears pricked for any change. Through the dark branches and ferns, eyes glowing like cold stars. Lips part a little, revealing white gleaming rows.
Inhaling deeply, so many scents to sort through. The wet smell of recent rain clings to damp earth. The ferns, as they dry out, emit a musky smell. A log rots and slowly compresses, bit by rotting bit.
There you are.
The scent is brought in long before the glowing eyes see. A distinct smell, sharp, clear and unique. Comfortable and safe, in a way. Feelings arise and mix, churning like an angry windstorm.
Blink.
The eyes see you now, but you don't see them. Yet you feel something, don't you. Something is out there and you think you know that.
Fear enters the cold, still air. Its' taste is sharp and bitter...and also rewarding. The battle is half won by now.
Inching closer ever so slightly, the air as silent as a long forgotten tomb. The air is heavy and full of promise, of potential. A slight chill is shrugged off as you look around.
You tense. You saw something. Your heart, which can be heard from miles around, beats rapidly, pulsing strongly. The vein in your neck runs with life, taunting.
I'm sorry.
A burst of energy, bounding forward and towards you. You have no time to run.
Because I've killed you.