I travel upon my silver paws, large and foreboding, each step crushing the life out of whatever happens to be below them. I don't particularly care what I step on, plants or creatures. I sometimes even go out of my way to exert my superiority upon lesser creatures. Lizards, insects, small mammals. They are all annoying little things at my mercy. Today I come across a little creatures in the brush, some sort of rodent or something like that. I am walking along, though crushing my paw are I am somehow graceful with my monstrous body. I sing the songs I create in my mind, I sing and my voice is only the most beautiful things to ever vibrate the air in Moladion and surly the whole universe, large and small.

"Infinitum, Infinitate, per omnia saecula it venti. volu et circumactio, circum me iam nunc, affer mihi et fragrantiis mei postero victimas ..."

Yes, my voice is indeed glorious, a voice of a siren, for I do hold beauty and yet I cannot help but show a bit of deadliness in the way I hold myself. The look on my face, when I am not manipulating someone for certain purposes, is often neutral, or even a bit dark. Today I have no purpose, no one to interrogate or torture. I am just wandering, looking for my own prey, and with my singing I almost have a glint of happiness on my black face...almost. Only those who have been around me for a long time would probably notice. I did, indeed, come across a creature I plan on toy with. My paws come to a halt by the brush, scraping dirt with ease. My vixen like head twists to look down upon the clueless, my copper eyes narrowed and dead, though if I say so myself I think they give off a stunning glow but maybe that would just be my own ego pulling strings. My form is still as a statue, though raise high in a natural state of dominance. See, I know in the end, I am the superior one of all. I am going to dominate all, control all, and destroy all. Only my tail, so dark in the shadows of the light of the falling sun, slashes the air with a comfortable ease.

I have become an expert at using my large paw to step on my the small. I am patient, I am, able to wait until the perfect moment when the little creature made a mistake, moving away from the brush and towards the stillness of myself. My paw moves like lightning, landing on the back half of the rodent, crushing its spine since I do not hold back, I am not gentle for I do not plan on letting it go alive. My eyes begin to grow, the tension in my leg goes high as two fangs begin to show slightly from my ebony lips. I can feel it struggle, and it only makes me tighten my claws more. I stand here like this for a moment, taking in the feeling of control, control of the life of the lesser, the unworthy that litter the place. It is still alive, in pain but alive. It is not enough. I desire more. I lower my muzzle, grasping the thing with my jaws, surprisingly gently as I have other plans. I hum as I move along, with a squiggling things in my mouth, my angelic voice softly filling the air around me.

My silver paws brought me to the edge of a waterfall. A most annoying thing, so noisy but I have purpose to be here other than be annoyed. I stride up to the water, close to where the water falls off the edge and onto earth below. I elegantly fall to the ground myself, moving with more smoothness than the water does when it falls. My front paws become wet with the cool liquid, my body hit with the oranges of the setting sun. I drop the little creature from my jaws, knowing it cannot run. I chose this spot for there was some rocks blocking the water, making a little pool for me to play with. I push the creature out, my paw moving to ensure it did not float away. I watched as it panicked, desperately trying to swim but unable. My ears fall back in anticipation and delight. I watch as it tries to twist and turn, to keep its head over water but it simply cannot. I hum and I sing, yes I do.

"Spiritus vester aquam et spiritum, mors."

I see the struggle and the water flowing into its mouth, death is coming and yet I am not done. I push the creature out of the water, onto the moist dirt between my front legs as I lay. It cannot run, hind legs crushes, it now has water in its lungs, and it does not move nearly as much as it did before. My copper eyes are filled with a callous joy, the little filthy thing gasping for air when it is right there for it to reach, and yet, I had ensured it would die a horrible death. With a wicked grin finally coming to play on my lips, I picked up the half alive creature for one last time. I stand and move to the very edge of the waterfall.

"Tuus est dies, mori" I say, knowing this creature was as close to my voice as any would dare ever get. I turn my head, and throw the creature of the side. It is almost a beautiful things that I do, allowing it to fly like an angel before falling to a horrible death. It may die on impact. It may survive and suffer for minutes to hours. I do know, that there is no way it will survive the night. I did some giant fish a favor. It is here I stand, watching the creature fall to its demise. It is too far down to see exactly what happens, but I watch anyway. I know I will have to find something else to do. I didn't spend enough time on that little one. Oh well. Surly something interesting will happen soon...or else I might move on to bigger prey.