Go ahead, run~

[LittleFox--7888]

(prey/hunter short story, written for shits and grins mostly. Non smutty kink desire from a subs perspective, sorry to disappoint y'all haha any feedback would be super appreciated, writing is my passion but I recently lost my head space for dreaming wonderful dreams)

 

Go on then, better start running, run for your life if you dare to run from me.
 Looking for an exit, trapped hopelessly searching. Red lights flashing all around, emergency signs screaming, look here is the exit! The exit doors shine, blinding eyes and disorientating stripes. Body becoming lighter, powered by a natural drug. Thoughts racing faster, through a stricken mind whirls impossible scenarios. Weightlessness, all thought gone, free of strife until the *** of screeching sounds, dragged back kicking and screaming, eyes wide open now body on fire. Back to reality, run.
 Pursuit continues, flying out the back, falling, being chased. Heart screaming, fit to burst. Nothing but desperation keeps the adrenaline flooding. An unquenchable thirst burns in the back of the throat. Screaming, feet numbing muscles burning yet somehow there is a hidden yearning. Still this flight goes on. Run.   
 Endless conflict within, mind screeching, a sudden longing to be caught. Legs slow, mind s***ds up, fleeting thoughts. Lost now, unknown where the path is, darkness closing in. Where is the way out, where does the exit actually lurk? Nothing around but endless pathways, who knows where they lead and yet wait are you still on my trail? A whisper on the wind, from somewhere unseen; this pursuit only ends one way. So run.
 Those words awaken a desire, foggy by an adrenaline fuelled mind, overcome with a sudden scent on the breeze. Is that you, lone hunter, edging ever near to me? Legs give out, lungs burst, eyes blinded. Collide with a tree, stumble over a headstone, downwards goes the body. The ground becomes the only salvation, holding limp limbs. There is no way out now, done for the body submits. A shadow, elongated by the darkness and icy moon, covers the cowering, gasping form. Heavy innocent eyes raise, struct suddenly by such a strong presence, caught. There is no sign of exhaustion in those powerful eyes, only absolute victory and to the victor goes the spoils, how dare you try to run from me~

 

(Thanks for reading hehe I hope y'all enjoyed it ^//^ -bows-)

 

 
 

[Deleted Member]

It reads well, but I also think it reads like a poem. I am not saying that is a bad thing, as the story is good, but I do not think it should be classed as a "story"