I can be so, so quite. Haste ruins the slience. Impatience squanders the hunt. I take my time. I am silent as I move through the darkness. Dust hangs in the air of the nightmare woods, the Dark Forest. Its erie golw surrounds me, envelopes me. The only sound is my breath, sliping through my bared teeth. I pad silent through surreal world. I pause, I wait, I smell my prey. Be quite, is the only thing I am willing to think. My ears prick, I hear.....a mouse? No, It couldn't be.
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