If It Looks Like A Monster, Walks Like A Monster... [Catherine, Santa]

The night hung cold over the vast rural fields, not even a light on in the scarce housing that dotted the place. The only real activity were creatures of the night - and in this unfortunate case, it was between what was undeniably prey and predator. A large shadow skulked at varying speeds, a smaller one not too far, as if the both of them did not wish to burn their energy running.

This quiet charade of stalking and bolting continued between the two shadows, whatever scarce cover being the only means of rest or surprise, again and again a quiet walk would turn into a sudden burst of speed, until quieting once more, this aimless dance only coming to a head once footsteps tread a wheat field...

That shadow thought it was safe, that it had finally lost it's query - so much movement would have had to make them tired, right...?

Quickly, that shadow was proven wrong - a considerable force would knock it off it's feet, a sharp pain hitting it's side...

Beneath her, a hollow wailed for mercy as she stood tall among the crop fields. Didn't look maintained, least she wouldn't have to worry about a jackass running out with his dogs and shotguns when a bigger problem was crying underneath her. She'd already killed two of the targets flocking the place, having been attacking residents and cattle...

..This was the only one who put up the infuriating act of begging and pleading, shrunken on the ground in a pitiful crying mess, again and again of how hungry it was and how it was doing it's best... It was revolting. She hated the ones that talked. Fire burned in her chest as she'd stamp a foot down on one of it's hands flattened on the ground to beg for it's life, a yell raising in her chest,

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!"

If they just didn't pretend...