Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

The boy does not notice the predator's presence immediately. The thick scent of his own blood lay in the air, his eyes were focused on his flesh. Orochi did not move, other than the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

Suddenly, swiftly, he slams a paw onto flesh. Fighting was an act that had weaved it's way into his conscience. It did little to quell the pain; it only warranted an agonized cry.

What should I do. What should I do..!

Distressed eyes bounce this way and back, to the blood, up again, and— what was that? In the reeds? Hey.. A passerby willing to help? No, he didn't need anyone's help. He was strong.

Fuck off!