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Eye of the Tiger	By : DarkSerapha Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Man,
I�d totally forgotten how much fun getting reviews is! And since I got such
nice ones, I decided to post this chapter quickly.
Topbear: Thanks!
Macha: A pink tail? No, Shenlong has a more refined taste for vengeance than that�
*grins* You�ll see.
Keitorin: Yeah, they�re very OOC.
That�s why it�s in the warnings. But seriously ... I always thought Vegeta did
have a mischievous streak. That smirk. Just look at
that smirk.
Tyrana: Wow, thanks for the
praise. Rereading this now, I naturally find many things I could have done
better, but I�m still pretty pleased with this particular story. But oh, the
lemon ... the lemon ... well, you�ll see.
Warnings:
Yaoi of
course, a little PWP, lemony goodness, general weirdness, slight OOC on the
main characters and MAJOR OOC on behalf of Shenlong. *tidal
sweatdrop
Pairing:
Vegeta x Goku

This is YAOI! Means male x male-intimacy! Go flame your own behind, if you
don�t like it!

Not a native speaker. Go easy on me.
Translations:

Aishiteru = I love you

Aishiterumo = I love you, too

Baka = idiot

Hai = yes

Kami = god

Nani = what?

Nani wo
shimasuka = What are you doing?

Onna = woman (here used with a disregardful
side-meaning)

Oozaru = name of the shape-shifter-form of the
Saiyajin

Owari = end

Oyasuminasai = Good night!

Shimata = damn! Shit!

~~ <0> ~~

Eye of the Tiger

~~ <0> ~~

Part Two

Hunter

~~ <0> ~~

It's the eye of the tiger

It's the thrill of the fight

Risin' up to the challenge

Of our rival

And the last known survivor

Stalks his prey in the night

And his fortune must always be

Eye of the tiger

~~ <0> ~~
Goku laid back and sighed
heavily. His muscles started relaxing as the hot water soothed them. He closed
his eyes, simply enjoying the pleasurable feeling for a few minutes. It had
been a good spar today. They had given everything, each of them, they had
fought for hours and hours until the sun started to sink. It had been a
ruthless fight, no regards taken and none demanded.
Vegeta had won.

I am
proud of you, my prince�
He must have been
practising a lot lately, because steadily the number of stalemates had
increased until today he had literally beaten the shit out of Goku. He had
found himself on the ground, nearly unable to move. He knew that he had lost.
He had expected Vegeta to finish him off, dealing him the final blow even.. he had seen the joy of the victory in his prince�s onyx
eyes for just a brief moment� but then his expression had changed, had once
again become that cold hard mask the prince wore so often while being amongst
others, the mask Goku had been able to see through for long years now, noting
the fiery emotions beneath it.
Vegeta had done nothing. He
had not even mocked Goku for heaven�s sake! The brawny warrior still did not
understand why. For all he knew the prince�s dream had come true, finally
achieving his one goal in life and beating him. But no, none of what Goku had
secretly expected had happened. The prince had
neither mocked him nor treated him any different. He hadn�t even acknowledged
his victory aloud. He had simply retreated, looking down at Goku, an unreadable
alien expression on his face. He had gently floated down until his boots had
touched the ground. Then he had slowly walked over to where Goku was still
lying on the ground, barely able to move. The piercing gaze of his prince had
made Goku shiver. He had blushed, but tried to cover it by turning away from
the sight.

Are you
going to kill me? Or are you just going to leave me behind, now that I have
lost my value as a mark you had to surpass�?
He had never seen Vegeta
act so strangely and it was somehow scaring him.. and yet making him feeling very uneasy all of a sudden. To lie in front of the prince like this, almost helpless...
Goku had not dared to
ponder the thought any longer, afraid of where it might take him.
He had had such thoughts
about the older Saiyajin for a long time now, but rarely dared to admit it even
to himself. Because when he would, then he might not have been able to keep it
from the prince. He was a better actor then everyone thought and though he held
honesty high, he was able to mask himself just as good as the prince did, using
his famous Son-grin (TM) instead of Vegeta�s everlasting scowl.
And yet... he knew, if he
was ever to fully admit to himself what he was feeling..
he probably would not been able to hide it from the
other warrior. After all they did share an emotional link, which had only
become stronger after they had fused into that one incredibly powerful entity, Vegetto / Gogeta. But where the
prince had been around telepathic beings from his birth, was trained in
controlling his thoughts and therefore almost never let anything slip through
their bond that was not supposed to, Goku had no such advantages.
That was why he was very
careful not to think about anything concerning his feeling towards Vegeta. He
had no idea how the prince would react to a revelation like that, but he
doubted strongly that Vegeta would appreciate it. For all he knew the prince
was still thinking of him to be his rival, though his hate might have faded
over the many years and even have turned into something like respect or a
strange substitute for friendship.
And now he was fearing to look at him... what would he do? Would he
abandon him now that he finally had achieved his goal? Wasn�t that the only
reason he had stuck around? How could he possibly live without seeing Vegeta
every day�?
Vegeta had stood there for
a while and Goku had been able to literally feel his burning eyes on his skin.
He had expected the other to say, to do something, but for some very long
moments there had been nothing but silence. And when Vegeta spoke his words had
been a total shock for Goku.
�Are you hurt?�
�Na..
nani?� Goku could not believe that Vegeta of all
people should ask such a question. He had never EVER cared before whether Goku
was hurt or not. He felt a shiver running down his spine. What had changed?
What was Vegeta up to?
�Can you move?�
�Errr.. I think so. I am going to be okay, I guess��
�Good.�
And with that Vegeta had
blasted off to kami-knows-where, throwing one very
strange glance back at Goku who had looked up just in time to see it. Goku had
been too startled to say anything. Later when he had recovered enough to sit
upright he had searched for the older Saiyanjin�s ki
but had found that he had it suppressed as if wanted to be left undisturbed.
He had dragged himself home
to tend his injuries, none of which were really bad surprisingly and then
decided that a hot bath was just the thing he needed. Now he soaked in the warm
water in the big wooden tub behind his lodge and sincerely enjoyed the pleasant
feeling of a superb work out. He had almost been dozing off to sleep when an
odd tingling sensation had brought him back to reality. He couldn�t identify
anything that might have been responsible for him to feel that way. Looking
around, he did not find anything suspicious and so leaned back again, still
enjoying the warm water.
But he had an uneasy
feeling, as if somebody was watching him�

~~ <0> ~~
Vegeta carefully suppressed
his ki, lurking in the shadows of the trees surrounding Kakarott�s little
lodge. He was crouching low on a strong branch supported by one of the highest
trees around, a very ancient gingko-tree. His sleek tail was waving lazily behind
him as he unconsciously purred, watching the man in the water. His
features were only partially visible in the dim light of the fire which was
heating the tub. Flames flickered and cast dancing shadows on skin glistening
with little beads of wetness. Kakarott�s eyes were closed, his head tilted back
resting on the brim of the tub, body completely released from all tension. His
face was soft, neither sporting that annoying grin that Vegeta had long ago
recognized as the mask that it was, nor that pure feral aggression he only
showed in battle. Instead his face was.. calm� sort of, relaxed, and�

Beautiful.
Vegeta�s breath
quickened, as he leaned forward to have a better view.
Soft skin - he longed to
touch.
Wild raven hair � he wanted
to bury his hands in.
Warm eyes - he wished to
drown in.

Yes. Finally. Tonight.
Without
making a sound Vegeta slipped from the branch, using the tree to climb down to
the ground with flawlessly elegant movements as if he had been growing up on
trees instead of the ground. He did not want to fly, not wanting to give away his presence just yet.
Then he approached his
victim, moving through the night like a shadow. He was a creature of the dark
and he was used to the darkness. It was his friend.

Tonight I
will hunt my prey with the aid of the darkness and the silver moon...

~~ <0> ~~
Goku had the weirdest
feelings. Somehow he couldn�t get back into that relaxed state he had been in.
Something was gnawing inside him, as if important things had happened he should
be aware of. He was feeling uneasy, as if he wasn�t alone anymore. Slowly he
opened his eyes.
And
gasped.
In front
of the tub, barely visible, stood a silent figure. Invisible eyes were watching him
out of the shadows.
Then the figure stepped
forward only two steps, so that the flaring fire enlightened it, but not fully
� it�s face was still in the dark. It looked a bit as
if the shadows were moving around the figure, disguising parts of it and then
revealing them again.
Goku held his breath.
His gaze swept up from bare
feet, over black skin-tight leather pants covering the legs. The leather was
parted at the sides, where it was held together by black leather strings. It
showed off more than it covered, clinging to the finely chiselled body in all
the right places and somehow it made Goku sweat very much all of a sudden. A
silver belt held the pants in place, adorned with masterly crafted ornaments.
An exceptionally large belt buckle in the form of some feline beast of prey
captured his gaze for some seconds. Then up it went again, onto a muscular
chest, almost bare if it wasn�t for a transparent black shirt that clung to the
muscles as tight as a second skin. Goku swallowed. At the shoulders it was
fading into lots of loosely falling strings who covered a third of the arms.
Around and around both arms wound silver bracelets that went from the upper
arms down to the elbows. The wrists were adorned by spiky wristlets and a
leather collar also having spikes embraced a strong neck. Goku felt really
strange by now, as if he was on fire.. but he couldn�t be, could he..?
But what caught his gaze
most was a dark sinewy tail that lashed from side to side behind the figure,
the waving tip seeming to try to hypnotize him. It made him want to pounce on
it and grab it and pat it and ruffle the soft fur and�
A deep almost purring voice
cut off his overactive imagination.
�Dress.�
The voice send shivers down
his spine � which felt odd. Of course he had recognized the presence the second
he had laid eyes on him. Yet he was thoroughly confused. He knew that something
was going to happen... that it had already started, yet he did not have any
idea as of what it might be. He was very afraid of his body�s reaction to the
sight before him. Despite his best attempts to control his body it started to
show several signs that it was affected by the view. It betrayed him, his very own body betrayed him, the only thing he had
always counted on failed.
Without saying a word he
rose, not yet aware of his indecent state as he was used to walk around nude,
and not noticing the small shock this sent through the figure still standing at
the edge of the enlightened circle, neither belonging to light nor to the
shadows.
He climbed out of the tub.
He moved slow trying hard to think while there was nothing but disastrous chaos
in his mind. He held no fear yet he was as nervous as never before. But he did
not want to show this to his observer. So he moved as controlled as possible.
On the outside he appeared nothing less than cool and calm and totally in
control.

Sheesh�So you have been a good teacher after all, Vegeta�
He dried himself, shaking
out his hair, then dressed into a pair of loose black
pants. At least that�s what he wanted to do. But when he pulled up the pants he
noticed something. He slowly turned his head. To say he was shocked was the
biggest underestimation of the century.

What
the� I have a tail!?!
His eyes grew wide. The
tail lashed around, as if it was happy about being here after such a long time.
His eyes followed the swift movement. Then he realized that something was odd
about the tail. He had had a tail before, he remembered and though he had no
clue whatsoever about why it had re-grown so suddenly, that was not what
startled him,. Something was wrong with that tail of
his. Something about the colour and the texture. It
felt different. He bent around trying to get a better look, when once again he
was distracted.
�Kakarott.�
He turned in surprise,
momentarily having forgotten about the other presence. There was a quality to
that voice that he had never heard before. It was like a deep rumbling coming
out of that powerful chest. It was making his whole world shift and shiver.
Those onyx eyes took in the
vivid movement of his newly acquired appendage. He did not seem to be
surprised. His eyes in the shadow locked with Goku�s.
�Kakarott. Run.�
Goku paled. That voice.. he still did not fully
understand what was happening, but it was important.. and
he felt something calling out to him strangely... investigating he found the
link which had been one-sided most of the time he could remember was now opened
deliberately from the other side and he felt strange emotions swapping at him.
He was not used to this, he had not much experience in
reading the other's emotions. It felt hot and engulfing and even frightening. He
continued to stare.
Vegeta looked back at him.
Then he smiled. Then he pointed upwards to the skies.
Goku cast one enquiring
look upwards. At this moment the clouds broke and a beam of silvery light shot
through. Goku�s jaw dropped. Enchanted, he stared. Then he looked down again at
the prince who stood in that ray of elfish light, making the silver on his body
glow like a ghostly fire. He watched as the prince gave him another of those
strange smiles. Then he tilted his head and looked straight up onto the
ascending moon.
Goku instinctively knew
what was going to happen. Vegeta was about to transform. He had a feeling that
he should know what was the purpose of this, that the answer lay just beneath
his conscious thinking but anyways.. somehow he felt that, after the transformation was finished,
the prince would be after him � no matter what reason. And since the prince
knew how to control his mind in the transformed oozaru
body, and Goku did not, Vegeta had a clear advantage. Goku did not want to
transform. He was very aware of what had happened the last times he had done
that, how much damage he had caused and everything inside him clamped at the
thought.
The moon started it�s
enchanting work... the body of the prince changed.. the shapeshifter started to show..
but, something was not right, something was out of the
normal if you could say so in a situation like this.
Goku could not help but
stare as the shadows seemed to darken, floating together, wrapping themselves
around the body of his prince�
Darkness..
Velvet midnight shadows..
A deafening roar..
Goku stared in disbelief . What had happened�?? His eyes were ensnared by
the unbelievable creature in front of him.
Steel muscles moved under
velvet fur.
Enormous claws ripped open
the soil.
Golden eyes sparkled.
First it seemed as if the
creature was a little bit uneasy, as if it itself had not expected this to
happen but then primitive instincts kicked in, and with a roar the
extraordinary tall black panther leapt at his unsuspecting victim.

~~ <0> ~~

Face to face, out in the heat

Hangin' tough, stayin'
hungry

They stack the odds

Still we take to the street

For the kill with the skill to survive

~~ <0> ~~
Instinctively Goku dodged
and then broke into a run. His bare feet barely touched the ground as he went
for the cover of the forest. The panther watched him as if it was giving him a
lead to make the hunt more interesting. But he felt it tense and then move just
seconds after he had reached the trees.
He wasn�t really thinking, he just knew that he had to get away. He chose the nearest
escape route. What he blankly forgot was that the panther was a creature of the
jungle, used to forests, and was quite capable of finding it�s
way even through thick under wood.
Though Goku had grown up in
the outback, he was too confused and shocked to think of the strategies he had
known by blood as a kid out in the wilderness on his own. He just kept running,
making his way through the forest, occasionally blasting a tree or some other
thing standing in his way, completely forgetting about what a dead giveaway to
his path this was.
And yet..
the heat of the hunt got into his blood. He had never
felt so alive, probably with the one exception of fighting with Vegeta.
He felt his blood rush,
felt every nerve of his body sing with the thrill of being prey to the wildest
creature he had ever laid eyes on. Still, he had no idea how all of this had
happened. But something in his blood sang to him, telling him of the glory of
the moon hunt, of running under the silver light, no restrains, no boundaries,
of primal instincts and lashing tails, of long fur ruffled by a midnight
breeze, of passion and lust and eyes full of desire.
He snarled and the
hunter�s instincts kicked in. He knew how to survive. Instead of leaving a
straight path behind him, he started to change directions. He stopped
incinerating things in his way but dodged them, bending and twisting to glide
through the under wood, trying not to leave a hint as to where he had gone. His
instincts told him that the panther would hunt by eye, ear and nose, so he not
only concentrated on not making a sound while running as fast as possible, but
he also stopped and used the leaves and fruits of several plants to mask his
own scent. He knew that if he used just one of them the panther would probably
adjust and simply follow that smell so he used the plants to lay out false
tracks and then used another and another until his scent was indifferent from
the lush forest surrounding him.
In his back he could
sometimes sense a huge presence gliding swiftly through woven branches. He
stopped dead and listened carefully as a mighty roar was heard, sounding
slightly frustrated. A very odd smirk was plastered on his face.
He reached a familiar pond
in the middle of the forest. A small waterfall shed it�s
water into the pond. It was surrounded by small cliffs and rocks and smaller
bushes. With a fluent movement he dove into the pond using it to wash away any
scent the panther might have gotten used to by now. He couldn�t feel the ki of
the beast as it was to different from what he was used
to. It seemed to fluctuate and he could not pinpoint it�s
position. But from all he knew he was sure that he had given his predator quite
a hunt, and that the panther had momentarily lost his track.
He crawled onto a single
rock that broke the surface of the pond right beneath the waterfall. The
spraying water and loud tumbling would hopefully mask his presence for a while
so he could think.
He was careful not to look
at the moon, It was bad enough that it�s mere presence
clouded his thoughts. His blood rushed, urging him to run further, to use every
bit of strength, to fight and to.. win?
Wait a second... he
realized that he did not really feel like prey anymore. He shivered when his
thoughts showed him that magnificent creature that was on his heels at this
very second, but it was not fear that gave him goose-bumps. Instead he felt
strangely aroused. He wanted to tame that creature, wanted to make him his own,
wanted to fight and win, wanted to ruffle through that fur, let his fingers
glide along that tail�
He imagined midnight fur
turn into silken skin, cream-coloured under the pale light of the moon. He
imagined golden eyes turning into onyx ones looking at him with that strange
spark he had seen in them earlier. He imagined a growl turning into a voice, a
voice so very known to him, softly purring his name�
His eyes snapped open.

That�s
what it is about, isn�t it? It�s about hunting and running and fighting and
finally winning... and then..

I wonder.. Vegeta.. do
you really feel this way? Or is it just the moon singing in your blood too? It
must have something to do with the moon and our tails. Where did they come from
all of a sudden anyways? I wonder... is this your
doing, my prince..? And what is your intention? Can it really be that you... or
is it just the thrill of the kill? Is that how you want to celebrate your
victory?
Somehow he knew that there
was more than one meaning to the moon hunt. It was to win, to dominate � and
also to kill. Blood was woven into the whole thing, blood and fear and he knew
that the strong emotions inflicted by the moon could very well turn in each of
the directions as they were so very closely connected� desire and
blood-craving, passion and the primitive instincts to hunt your prey, lust and
the urge to kill,.. and he felt it too. Despite
everything others thought of himself, he had always
known the beast lurking within. He had always felt it there just beneath the
surface, waiting to be let out. He used it in battle and it�s
ferocity had sometimes scared the living daylights out of him. So he had kept
it carefully imprisoned. He had hid the beast alongside with his brains, so it
would not frighten those he called friends.

So Vegeta.. what are you up to? Why do you
hunt? I guess I have to find out the hard way...
He smiled. It was a
predatory smile. He had just realized that Vegeta might very well have planned
the whole thing, for what purpose remained unknown. But he was able to use it
for his own ambitions. He could turn this hunt around..
make the hunter prey. And HE knew exactly what he
wanted..
He had felt the hidden
desire for so long. It had made his body ache in need, which he had had to
suppress whenever seeing that beautiful creature he called his prince.. He knew the admiration he held, all the strong emotions
only Vegeta was able to awake in him.. they had so long been imprisoned in his heart, but now the
light of the moon broke all the barriers.
Finally he was able to
admit his own feelings, and the silver guardian of the earth was his only
witness as he threw back his head and howled, as everything came back to him,
as all the hidden feelings surfaced and the pain and the desire mingled and
became too much to bear. It was an ancient sound, not heard on this world for a
long time. It was the heart of a hunter calling out to his prey and also the
heart of a lover calling out to his beloved one.
He took a deep breath and
tried to think calm and steady. So maybe this was his chance..
the prince would be as much affected by the moon as he
himself was, and if he was able to hunt him down, he simply knew that he would
have him.. that Vegeta would give in to the moon at
the end and answer his calls. He simply had to.
And with that thought the
decision was made and a feral glimmer sparked in his eyes. Fluently he arose
from the rock, dove into the lake and then climbed on top of one of the cliffs
surrounding the water. There he stood, wet, water dripping off him, eyes
closed.
He tilted his head back..
He opened his eyes�
He looked directly at the
full silver moon. And then he felt that odd sensation again. His whole body
tickled. The world melted before his eyes. He let out a hiss that turned into a
deep rumble.
Seconds later a deafening
roar broke the silence of the night, and something giant
leapt from top of the cliff and vanished into the forest.

~~ <0> ~~

Risin� up straight to the top

Had the guts, got the glory

Went the distance

Now I�m not gonna stop

Just a man and his will to survive

~~ <0> ~~
Vegeta stood in the
shadows, looking at the man whose confused eyes kept staring back at him. His
gaze swept up and down that marvellous body which he had been able to get a
good look on earlier. His blood was still boiling from that.

You won�t
even know what hit you...
He felt the moon up above
him, felt how the silver light affected his body. The time was nearly there.
He smiled at his prey.
Then, when he felt the beam
of moonlight upon him, he looked up and at the moon. He felt his body starting
to change immediately. His bones flexed, his blood rushed, fur started to
spread. But something was wrong, something was strange..
he looked down at himself.

Nani? What is happening?
The fur had the wrong
colour and he was not growing as much as he had anticipated to. He felt
razor-sharp teeth in his mouth and talons at his feet..
he bent forward, getting down on all fours�
For a moment the panther
stared in surprise, then it�s golden eyes locked upon
the figure standing opposite to him.
His mind underwent a
transformation too. It became simpler, single minded on one target, the target
right there in front of him. Somehow this mammal looked very delicious to him.
The giant black panther was not so very sure in what
way it looked delicious, but as he sniffed the air that incredibly alluring
scent made him purr in delight.
He knew that this was his
prey, and that he was going to get it no matter what. He rumbled deep in his
throat and crouched low, ready to attack. The prey stared at him, then turned
and started to run. The panther would have smiled if he had been able to do so.
He gave a lead to the prey, knowing that this would make the hunt so much more sweet before his steel muscles propelled him forward as
he took in the scent and started following the track. At first it was easy as
he could even follow the path broken by his prey by eye, not having to resolve
to scent. Confusion was in the air, but the scent changed over the time. It
changed to an air of excitement and confidence, as if his prey had started to
enjoy the hunt. The panther smiled inwardly. Good� this would make things so
much more interesting�
The flawless black body
seemed to move through the forest as if there were no restrictions, no
impediments. Branches parted, and not a leave rustled as the creature of the
night passed by.
Golden eyes rambled
deceptively lazy from one side to the other, sharp
senses were fully alert as the panther stalked its prey. It got harder and
harder not to loose the track as the prey started masking its scent. The
panther found the first two places where it had used leaves of a strong
smelling bush and the petals of an orchid to do so, but after the fifth time he
got a little confused. By now the scent of the prey was nearly indifferent to
the scent of the forest and the panther had been lured to false directions by
cleverly laid deceptions. The panther stopped dead in its path, closing his
eyes and putting every bit of concentration in his half animal, half saiyan
mind into trying to sniff, hear and sense.
That was when a guttural
howl echoed through the trees. The panther�s ear twitched. Something inside him
recognized that sound. It awoke ancient memories. It spoke directly to a
part inside the panther�s mind and something there that long had laid dormant awoke. The panther no longer desired to devour
his prey� his intention had changed as he got aware of his other half.
The purpose of this hunt was now evident to him once more and the giant feline
beast broke into a run, following the echoes of the howl still audible
throughout the woods.
The panther crossed from
thick trees into a small clearing, the moonlight casting highlights on his
midnight hide. He quickly strode through the luxurious, thick, knee high grass,
being softly ruffled by a nightly breeze.
A roar was all the warning
he ever got before something attacked him from the side.
Totally surprised he lost
his balance, nearly falling to the ground. The panther shook his head and
crouched low, emitting a dangerous growl. His opponent did the same. The
panther was confused. This was not what he had been expecting. First he thought
that this was just some other animal dumb enough to meddle with the powerful
hunter of the night, but something inside him shortened as he recognized a
familiar ki. A familiar spark inside brownish, golden specked eyes caught his
gaze.
The panther stared,
flabbergasted.
He saw an image of himself
in the eye of the tiger.
The giant tiger opposite of
him started circling the other beast. He was even bigger than the black feline
and as the moon cast its light on him he looked as if on fire. His fur was
golden and ochre merging into a bright orange, sporting midnight black stripes.
His sinewy tail twitched slightly as if he was pondering whether to pounce just
yet or not. He moved in absolute silence. The intricate pattern on his fur
seemed to merge with his surrounding, giving the strange impression of him
being partially invisible.
The tiger half purred, half
growled, as his eyes took in the sight in front of him.
The panther tried to
understand what was happening, but his clouded mind was not able to grip onto
anything beside swift movements, low purrs, shining fur and that intoxicating
scent which had not changed though the form might have. His eyes narrowed. All
he knew was that this was important, that this was what he had wanted somehow.
And that his opponent wanted it too.
The panther gasped as he
understood: in the split of a second he had changed from being the hunter to
being the prey � maybe.
We�ll see about that!
He hissed and flexed his
muscles. Then he prepared to jump.

~~ <0> ~~

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