STALKING, in the ravage night, I howled looking at the swift moon. Slowly putting each step countering the fear of my prey, I close in to prey on its loneliness and attacked its enthusiasm where it spread its energy and made itself vulnerable. One after the other the clock ticked in the absence of sound and still I felt brawny in  every aspect making it feel weak. Howling by the edge I look upon the vast spread to known if it was real and within seconds the swiftly blowing winds made me feel  everything was real and alive. Alive for what it had enchanted to the horror of its prey. You live on the fear of others and you prey on others weakness as told by my elites, I had marked it in my mind to counter the explosion of my identity and who I was?
In my heart I said it to myself control and have patience, humans are more than what they look. Every time I saw any I felt the blood rushing to my brain and my heart pounded but I had to control I could never go public for what I was and for what god had made me .
Their strength is their will and zeal where their energy is their weakness. I was told long back that Human prey to be the strongest but they are the weakest. Then and there I smiled in the glory of my killer instinct, why not use it against it, I grilled my enthusiasm to think and plan to outrun his strength making him surrender against me.
I’m WOLVERIN, a man animal creature created by god in midst of what he forgot to define. I as told was believed to have been a result of curse that was so powerful that it ravaged the earth, but not things have changed people are smart and powerful where the culture and tradition have long lost in the question of the survival of the fittest.
Swiftly making my presence felt I created a terror of absence where the prey could feel and hear me. Marking my presence, I howled and the prey obliterated and panicked. I gave him a choice to run or to surrender but his human instinct made him scared of time situation , and I watched narrowly outrun his energy where he slaved himself to me. When he was tired , I took the first attack upon its leg; the prey remained stalled in its fear where it was an easy meat. It didn’t even moved, when my teethes crushed its bones only then it excursed with a horrifying noise of pain and the crushing sound made me feel confident and I further processed it. Swirling out the red blood evicted in a spill. With the sense of excitement to feel and to smell the freshness of the red, I profoundly felt aspirant but not lucky because there was something left in him. The taste and color simply gave me a new enthusiasm to feel the adrenaline, but in my head I felt something of a danger, it just triggered my natural instinct and I looked at the prey. Unpicking more I tried the psychological diversion of making the prey weak with further exhaustion and pain.
It was shouting in agony where it had started to adjust me and I felt more threatened so I left the prey alone and within seconds the prey was lamed and it surrendered its will. Prey had died prior my attack but it’s will was there which was still surging its way to fight back and I knew I could not fight back as I wanted to avoid confrontation, it’s better to make the prey feel prized and won then to fight and lose your energy. After all the winner is not who makes the kill, the winner is the one who marks his presence and makes his prey vulnerable. In seconds when I returned, the prey was lying helplessly, I took its last glimpse and looked at its eyes, the will and zeal of the prey had given up with pain and agony where I won by loosing.
