The hunt and the hunted.

Out from the darkness two beads of orange shone, they seem to be hanging in the air, just two orange glows in a blanket of darkness. I moved slowly to my right, one step at a time in the hope that whatever it was behind those two flares of orange wouldn’t notice my movement , but my optimism was in vain for as I moved so did those drops of light , my every step duplicated so that they peered straight at me.
Then I heard it, a low vibrating growl the very air around me pulsated with the sound, I could feel a cold bead of sweat run down my back, the hairs at the back of my neck stood out as I cocked my rifle
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..johnnydod 2010
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