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Predation I am the teeth, the fanged visage.I pursue the rent flesh behind the fleeing maneuver.A gaze blinded to all but the movement.Deaf to all but the scurrying. I am the sought-after.More than a want, more than a need.I would be their blood, would be their life.Their victory would be my end, yet mine would be theirs. They force my effort,A distance maintained between claw and hide,Tooth and fin, mandible and wing, maw and body.A finality for them, a continuation for me. I am the pathfinder.Between rocks, through the kelp, into the air.A tail balancing my landing, a fin propelling me in the water, a wing flinging me up.Eyes, ears, nerves: half turned behind, half pointed ahead. Outwitted, they run into the ambush.Out-planned, they fly into the web.Outswam, my jaws latch onto their scales.Out-equipped, my venom finishes my work. I am their felled.They claim my flesh as their own,An intimate ritual between life and death.For I have naught the entropy to spare. Unless… Their blood is mine. They can’t claim everything. I dig into their muscles. Their sinew, the tissue.And when they are tattered scraps, I scavenge those too. And what are you left with? An impasse.The halting of teeth on stone. Only bones left for your feast.Only hunger for your days.Only the end for your kin.Only death for my victory.Category Story / All
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