Iiiii’ll fiiiiind youuuuu~”
That singsong voice drifted through every blade of grass and the air above, like a gathering storm in the distance. To the most primal parts of Cadence’s brain, it was a hint to keep running.
The civet continued running despite everything telling them to stop. Their lungs ached. Their legs were starting to feel like lead weights. Lactic acid accumulated to critical in the panicked creature’s calves.
“You can’t hide forever~”
That voice again. Cadence recognized it. A threat, a threat they hadn’t heard in a long time. Inhale. Exhale. Gotta keep moving, gotta keep running- No, they had to stop, this was their hunter, their predator’s plan. How the hell did prey creatures do this regularly? The civet didn’t know, biology and ecology were their worst classes. Sociology and anthropology was where it was at, but none of that book knowledge would help them now. Cadence limped forward, almost literally dragging their feet along the dirt, eventually collapsing next to a towering spire of grass.
“C’moooon little bug~ Come and face your des-ti-nyyyyy~”
