Rapidly snapping his jaws they would serve as a guillotine. Just once lucky grab and it would all be over. He would rinse and repeat with each one; until nothing was left. Except, they all eluded his grasp. Cramming themselves even farther in their burrow; digging into their walls back for safety. He snarled, pulling his head from their lair.

He would dig them up, every last one for their insolence. Thick paws gripping the dirt he threw loose soil back. Claws racking up roots and earth; he would win.

"Speech"

"Thought"

With each thrashing of loose soil the rabbits were making as much progress he was. This was no good, he was suppose to be their death; their guillotine! Releasing an exasperated growl he stuck his maw into the burrow again. Exhaling those dancing flames as before; yet they did no good other than make the air hot; and light the burrow in their savage red glow. The scare factor was at an all time high, of course. But the factor of mortality; quite low. This was no good.

Exhaling again he felt something rise up through his stomach. Something moving; violent and hungry. Like hot bile, only it wasn't; this was not like before. It felt as if his past meals were coming back! Fighting up his throat to escape; to aid the rabbits before their demise! He was so unsure of this sensation; it frightened him. He loathed this feeling; he despised fear.

With a deep exasperated breath he exhaled; flames shooting out from his throat unlike before. This was entirely new; the ravenous embers began flooding the entire burrow. Scorching the rabbits alive; devoured by his flames. Their pitiful screams cut short and muffled under the very cackling fire that left Vicktor's maw.


"Speech"

"Thought"

The violent flames died down from within and Vicktor could only stumble back. Panting hard, exhausted with searing pain radiating from deep within his being. Yet none of it could match the height of his pride. He had grown, he had evolved! And all of it was another step to bettering his remarkable fate as death. Clover would be so proud; he was taking what was his. For all the spoils would go to the victor!

A sinister smile on his face he watched the burrow's fire slowly die. Damp soil being its only fuel; which gave it little to flourish upon. Reaching into the depths he could feel the burnt lifeless bodies of those little jewels. A day's hard work and growth and these rabbits were all his. He promised them their demise; and here he stood. Above not one but five charred morsels. Their fur gone; skin burnt to a crisp of nothing but ash to where most of the muscle was gone. Yet, Vicktor did not care. Wraping his lips around each one; snapping it in half within his jaws. The final blow of the guillotine that was him. He would feast; savoring the bitter char that clung to his tongue.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Everything about this meal was so divine! The bitter assaulting taste was like a finely aged whiskey. That burnt stench that clung the the walls of his nostrils! That deep searing burn that went all the way down to his stomach. Everything was so very much loved it was practically sinful.

A smile burnt across his features he finished his meal in his opinion way to soon. Perhaps he would try and locate some larger prey, something with more bite. The thrill of the chase and hunt was just as important as the sweet dripping ichor that was rewarded in the end.

"Speech"

"Thought"

Bringing himself up from the burnt soil he collected his fuzzy thoughts. Lost in the bliss that was now one of his favorite tastes to date. Though nothing could quite beat the sweet ichor that escaped that fake ethereal clone of Clover. He still hadn't forgot that manipulated clone crafted by that vile shadow doe. That heavenly and rewarding taste still on the tip of his tongue to this day.

Invigorating

"Speech"

"Thought"

A quick stretch or two he readied himself for a few more tasty morsels. Hoping that perhaps something larger would cross his path; sealing their fate. Yawning abruptly; widening his jaws in response he clamped them down with a loud exclamation of teeth on teeth. A sickening guillotine that would provide him with meals for many cycles still to come.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Fickle thoughts crossed his mind as he followed a few assorted tracks. Rabbit or rats...which would he welcome into his jaws next. Perhaps instead of running head on into his meals; maybe he should approach them with a hint more stealth. Though; he was already a natural at it...roaming through the caves; pelt as black as the vile shadows and feet as silent as the rolling mist.

He had plenty practice growing up, wandering Cetus with Clover; stalking and playing with her and those interactive stories she told so beautifully. So it was only natural that he faded into the very air surrounding him; becoming one with the environment. Unaware of what he had actually done to himself he slunk close to a prospective meal. A small rat; grooming its face with tender care.

"Speech"

"Thought"

A hidden smile he stayed down behind the rat; watching it's every movement. It was a wonder how it hadn't spotted him yet. Especially when he had met it's glance with his own not once, but twice. Waiting longer than what he deemed himself able, Vicktor could feel the flames tricking up his throat. Yet there was no glow across the grooming morsel before him? There was definite heat radiating from his maw. Certainly enough to where the rat turned and glanced around.

Ears and whiskers flickering as it sniffed the hot air before him, yet it did not run. It only crawled a few inches ahead, continuing its beauty regime. Vicktor was flabbergasted, it could see him; couldn't it? Glancing down he took a quick look at himself. Only to be greeted with the sight of nothing. Eyes wide he back peddled; loud enough for the rat to glance over at his invisible form again. As his mind reeled so did his camouflage. His form peeling back into visible reality. Segments of his camouflage dissipating as stripes, as if he was the Cheshire Cat himself.

The rat sadly only stuck around long enough to see enough of Vicktor to confirm that he was indeed a predator. Before he could react it was gone and out of his reach. Scurrying behind a cluster of crystals and possibly out of sight for the rest of his life.


"Speech"

"Thought"

A loud groan escaped Vicktor's maw. He had been so wrapped up in the surprise of or lack there of himself, that his easy meal ticket escaped. Fire dancing across his lips he glanced around. White eyes dancing across the red illumination around him. Food was a simple need, catching enough of it well not so much. Holding the hot air within his lungs he began to smother the fire that billowed through him. Demanding it slumber until he called it out again. Or when ever he enmeshed the intestines of a meal between his teeth.


"Speech"

"Thought"

Grumbling again he took a moment to think over the events that had just unraveled before him. Having lost a meal was one thing...but that trick he had done? That was something amazingly decadent! To fade into the air as if he was truly death itself! Hidden from all and only known when demise was rising, ah what a rush! He was practically getting a buzz of these thoughts! What would he do next!? Try again!? Yes, YES! He would try again! Tantalizing thoughts had him inebriated, lids heavy and a rumble of a purr of satisfaction. He couldn't wait to see what new games he could play with his prey. Hide and seek just got a LOT more fun!


"Speech"

"Thought"