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Chrome eyes peer eerily through the fast descending dark.
The call of the nocturnal floats about on a midnight breeze, reaching the metallic eyed Childe sooner than most.
Footfalls grind into the soft moss of the woods, muffled to almost nothing.
The Childe scents the air, taking in the spicy smell- a feline.
Shifting to the balls of long since dirtied feet, the Childe takes a predatory stance, falling into a low crouch.
Ivory teeth elongate with hunger, those haunting chrome eyes narrowing to slits.
An inhuman growl escapes the small body, reverberating through ivy covered trees.
Then Childe gives chase.