Mel Is-awesome
2010-09-10 13:27:19 UTC
The sound of the bear became clearer by the second. My eyes flashed in its direction. A black shape emerged from the mass plant thickets and I hissed. The bear’s beady black eyes widened at my sight as if he knew what was coming. We began circling each other as if we were doing a deadly dance. The bear knew I was going to make the first move so as we danced he slowly inched away. But I always win. I crouched on the floor while still moving. The bear sadly did not know what was coming. I lunged like a panther, pushing off from my legs with my arms outstretched waiting to grab the prey. My dinner roared in defense and started to flee but I was too quick.
My incredibly strong hands gripped the bear’s rump and pulled my body toward it. The rough fur of the bear served as a very good material to cling onto. I slowly crawled to its neck. Under my sensitive finger tips, I felt the bear’s heart beat. It was quick and I started to feel guilty about killing such a wonderful animal. Yet I had to survive didn’t I? I exposed my fangs and bit into the flesh. The bear finally got that no matter what; he was going to die today. I withdrew sweet bear blood. In a few moments, the bear collapsed to the floor, dead.
I wiped my mouth with my hand. I fell to my knees and began stroking the bear’s side, as if thanking it for giving its life so that I could live.