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The soft pads on his paws graced the ground with the barest puff of dust from the droughted soil as he snuck forward. the sun peaked through the trees but harshly shone down on the field in front of them. His eyes were fixed on his target, brown hair and tanned skin, thick with muscle and the odd fabrics that they wore. He could've smelled the human from miles away, and this close the scent was overpowering his sensitive nose. Even if the human had a powerful nose like his there was no way he could have smelled perfume if it was sprayed in his nostrils because of that human stink that drooled off of him. His striped fur blended well with the shadows and dying grass under the trees, while his tail held low and still. He heard the human breathing harshly as it leaned against a tree, watching it's fellows flail about in the open field. Only prey with a death wish leaves it's herd. He flinched as his stomach growled deeply, eager to be fed the idiotic pile of meat before him. He paused to see if the human heard only briefly, his body's demands had to be met. His claws extended when he got close enough to touch the bipedal prey, eyes dilating to take in every detail, his mind racing through every possible direction that the slow primate could flee. His heart pounded joy, pride, confidence, and the need for food through his veins to empower every muscle.

With a single push from the ground he was on his hind legs, and roared as the human faced him in panic. His right paw tore through the soft neck with a single swipe. The human fell to the ground with his hands clutching his neck. Silent screams trying to warn or seek help from his companions. The tiger fell on top of him. powerful jaws locked over his neck and hands. With a crunch the feeble bones in his hands shattered. He lifted the human by his neck and shook violently.

SNAP

All was still.

He dropped the meat on the ground and began tearing away the stupid clothes these morons think of as protection. He reached down with his maw at the first bit of exposed flesh and unstrung the muscles from the meat's chest. Blood trickled down his whiskers as he gulped it down with barely a chewing motion. Let the feast begin. He sunk his teeth in the meat and pulled out swallowable bits that tore off as easily as the meat's clothes had. Chunks went down his eager throat as fast as he could pull them in. Blood washed over his once pristine paws and face, staining them with what was both a badge of honor and a scar of shame depending on your point of view. Despite the human smell, the meat smelled wonderful as he buried his nose in it to shear off another chunk. The taste was salted with the coppery blood that oozed from it as he tore, and was excellently lean with a few marbled bits. He nosily slurped down every bite as fast as he could unpin it from the bones, wet shlops and growls of satisfaction fading into the open field. The texture was soft and fragile compared to his sandpaper tongue that rolled in the wealth of meat it got to taste. His ears flicked as he heard the meat's fellows speak in their distasteful tongue. He merely opened his eyes to stare at them as he munched into his deserved feast. What could a herd of humans hope to do to a feline of his grace?

He snorted in laughter as they yelled, maybe a dozen young men that all stank of sweating monkeys. He blinked his eyes slowly as he enjoyed his meal, and one of them threw some childish toy at his head.

He stood up and growled at them, pulling his meat under him to prevent them from taking it. Let them dare try. They all moved back and came closer together. Disgusting prey trying to stop their predator, they needed to be taught a lesson. He strolled forward, each step of his mirrored by their steps, and their constant chattering grew louder. He roared with all of the air in his chest, spittle and congealing blood splattering against the forward-most humans.

They leaped back haphazardly, the weaker ones fleeing while the ones in the middle fell to the ground to get trampled on. With the wind at his back he shot through the air into the fodder at the front, his claws shearing fabric, muscles, and skin while his weight cracked and shattered bones. He snarled pridefully. The meager front of courage had been slain, the once loud bare skins scattered like the flies they were, and two of them were caught under his mighty paws, their screams were musical flutes. He sniffed one then the other, faces ruffled and weeping tears and blood. Their eyes begged for mercy from him, their newfound god. It ever a tiger could smile it was him at this point. With one paw on the pile of shaking meat on his right, he clamped his jaws on the terrified left one. He put all his weight on the right pile and lifted the companion with the force of his neck muscles alone. He shook his body like he was shaking himself dry.

SNAP

Another limp meal.

He dropped the once prey on the dust and turned to the last bit of business he had. It's screaming had rendered it mute, hollow air was all that it could spew. It had gone still, no baser instinct could save it, no higher thought process would free it, and acceptance had come with it's companion's death. It was less of a challenge then it was before, if that was possible. He lifted all his weight off of it first before his blood-soaked teeth wrapped around another weak anatomy, it never moved to freedom. With the human's mouth so close to his ear he could hear it chanting. One syllable, a blunt end with a hissing stop. Please.

He was purring as he lifted it up into the air. This serves you right for challenging me. He shook his head once more from left to right like he was petting his pride after a job well done.

SNAP

It fell to the dirt.

His tail swished happily in the air as he trotted back to the first meal. Paws flinging up dust now that they no longer needed to be stealthy. He sat down and began again to pull meat off bone like it was velcro and scarf it down to fulfill his need. He laid there in the sun gnawing at his meal and left the other two for the birds and worms. He smacked and ripped to his belly's content while purring a happy tune. He licked the juicy blood from his teeth after every few bites. What a meal for a fine afternoon.

The sun was lower in the sky when he stood up again, belly swinging with it's full prize. He pranced off into the woods with his tail high and ears relaxed, padding through the leaves and bushes like they weren't even there. Purring in content he found a small clearing with the warm sun to bathe him a long while away, plenty of space to distance him from the rotting flesh smell. He plopped down and grinned at the sun while he wiggled himself comfortable. A well deserved cat nap for a gracefull cat.

I wake up in the dirt and trees, jolted awake by a distant bird. My breath comes hard and fast as my heartbeat triples in seconds. Where am I? Why am I here? These questions run through my head as I stand up, but only now do I realize I'm naked. My bare skin exposed to the cool twilight air. I rush my hands to cover my groin as I try to run in a straight line, hoping to get out soon. I can't see a road or a building, only the stars above the trees as they peak out at the waning sunset. I must have chosen the wrong path, I stumble past trees that jump out of my memory to laugh at me and the sunlight keeps getting fainter, and the warmth with it.

I've given up on covering myself now, if someone does see me I'll just be happy to know there is a way out. And then the trees suddenly end in a straight line in front of me. I step out and see the moon rising in the east from the small hill I'm standing on. I fall to the ground and clutch my stomach. I need to let it out! I puke all over the grass in front of me. It's mostly fluids and strangely bits of fabric. My eyes go wide and I vomit again. I need to reverse it! I need to bring them back! The bile waters pool and drool down the hillside. They were my teammates! My friends! Why did I enjoy it?