Through Your Eyes looked displeased, the twist of her mouth showing teeth even as she complied with their votes and began her narration, "With an expected death, the creatures began their day as any other. However, as the day wore on with little happening, suddenly one of them spoke up claiming to be the last predator."
"They have nothing to lose by believing him to they quickly take him down. He is as unresisting as the any plant was. Wild Sage was killed bloodlessly and when he was still, the creatures went to sleep. When they woke, they found that none of them had died.
The predators were dead. The prey had survived, yet they found their victory bitter and unsatisfactory. Many of them felt uneasy for they had as much blood staining their names as the predators had. Still, they were alive and they had to go on living, until, perhaps predators found them once more."
She nodded at the group, frowning at Wild Sage in particular, before rising. She slunk down from her perch and gave an irritated toss of her head.
"Congratulations," she said, though she hardly sounded happy. Obviously she found their victory cheaply won.
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Congratulations to our prey!
