Rabbit Hunting Feb 22, 2020 19:35:36 GMT
Post by Nero on Feb 22, 2020 19:35:36 GMT
fear turned to bitterness
The early morning allowed for the chaos to be lesser than usual. The man had been to Market Street a few times, but he had never stayed long, and admittedly it was his first time going at it in a solo mission. Self-imposed mission, but still a mission, nonetheless. He stalked along in his typical manner, his face set in his characteristic scowl. The few humans that moved about looked at him but paid him little mind. He kept to the side of the buildings, one flank almost brushing the storefronts as he passed. He was not in the way. He was not truly bothering anyone. No one bothered him. He slipped down a small alleyway, smelling the alluring scent of the big trashcans. The small ones out on the street were small game, uneventful in the early morning hours. He knew later in the day they would be filled to the brim with things ripe for the picking, but… at the ass-crack of dawn, they were of little good.
Nero took a moment to sniff at one of the trashcans, trying to figure out if he wanted to make the climb up to get into it. The slightest of movements caught his eye, his head whipping towards it, ears perked up instantly. The small, hunched form of a rabbit crouched close to the base of the wall, a meter or two from one of the larger cans. Its eyes were wide, fixated on him much as his own was fixated on it. He could smell the small wave of fear that touched it, he could see its nose begin to twitch more as its breathing started to become just a little more rapid. He was sure if he was close enough, he could have heard the kicking of its heart against its ribs, as it tried to figure out whether to stay still or run.
Eyes of fire and ice flicked back and forth between the small creature and the dumpsters that offered its only chance of safety. A small smirk touched his lips, as he slowly began to angle towards the rabbit, turning himself just a little towards the dumpsters. He knew it wouldn’t risk darting back towards the street – there was no hope of safety there. Even it had to know that. His legs coiled slightly before he propelled himself forward. The rabbit darted.
It slipped beneath the dumpsters.
Nero turned, his paws skidding. He collided with the dumpster, striking with a heavy thud that echoed around the alleyway with a solid reverberation. Slightly winded, the man laid on the ground, peering under at the rabbit that looked at him with its ears perked up. The little fucker appeared to be laughing at him. He growled, trying to shove himself beneath the dumpster. With a quiet huff, he scrambled backward, pulling himself out before his shoulders ended up getting him stuck. He was going to get that fucking rabbit. It was the mere principle of the matter at this point.
His ears and nose twitched, bringing his gaze to rest upon the figure of another dog. A quiet growl rumbled in the man’s throat.