And I will put enmity between you [Sam pony]

[Wyrm]

:WYRM:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

He can tell it happened some time early this morning. The body had yet to stiffen completely and the day wasn’t quite into the long stretches of the afternoon. How long had he been staring? Wyrm can’t be quite sure. The criss-cross of shadows over the forest floor had hidden the poor, dead hare until Wyrm nearly stepped on it but at the last moment, the texture of fur caught his one blue eye. At first, the stare had been curiosity and then it had melted into longing, and then (after Wyrm was sure more time than necessary had passed) it had become a stare of hunger. How long had it been since he’d tasted blood?

Too long. “Pity.” He mutters, finally breaking his eerie concentration to look about him into the corners of the undisturbed wood. He blinks softly, green ears darting backwards as the melody of a mockingbird hovers over the natural cadence of the Forest. In the distance, a twig snaps.

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