The Hunt

Midnight sky

Moon bright as sun

Howls of wolves

Mark paths run

Coat of red

Eyes like fire

Mark suducing sweet desire

Pack draws close

Of wolves that chase

To kill the werefox

Who would trap decendants of Adam and Eve

Serpant replaced by furred temptress

To lead one astray

But the wolves are wrong

This creature means no harm

To those who no nothing of her plight

She hunts one similar of those who hunt her

A slayer of fox kits, murderer of the helpless

Monster werewolf that would kill a fellow were

Red streak and white tip run

Gun shot shatters air

Wolves no longer follow

The vixen pants

A pillar of streangth

Inside shivering in terror

A pack could rip her apart

Like a chew toy for dragons

But safe now she calms down

Fur dissapears to be replaced by smooth skin

Bronzed by hot tropic suns

Glowing eyes dim to a deep brown

Vixen turned vision of exotic beauty

Steps out from the forest to meet her savior

Tall and pale hunter with the gun

Little does she know

He is the one she seeks

Killer of her final litter

Before she can learn

Before a mother’s rage can revenge

The hunter smiles more seductive than the fox

Sweet smile

Laced with trust

Masking what’s within

The thanks of the fox:

“You’ve saved my life, how can I repay?”

Hunter’s smile, sweet as can be

“With your own.”

Another shot shatters stillness

This time piercing a heart

Stilling a life

Hunter smile drops all sweetness

Murderuss intent done

All for the sake of territory

Hatred of differet species runs deep in him

No regret for killing the last werefox

Making them in this landspace

All

But

Extinct

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