The Slayer
According to the legend, the goddesses of faith spelled the boundaries where they lived, to deny them to cross it.
The sun had crept up high in the sky to announce the mid day, by now. Deciding it was time for a meal, I hid my belongings up on a tree and shifted in my light brown wolf. My nose elongating into a muzzle, hands and feet morphing into clawed paws and a tail sprouting from the end of my spine. Raising my snout high in the air, I sniffed in the air.
As I shuffled around the area, a lone rabbit caught my eye. It was mindlessly nibbling on the soft grass, oblivious to its surroundings. I waited foe the right opportunity and crouched still, and when I deemed my timing right, I pounce
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