“Shit! Don’t tell me…” He said to himself, realising what happened.
The girl had escaped through another door.
In rage, he used his claws to slash through the door, ripping it apart instantly. He went on all fours as he began his chase.
“You can’t escape!”
Within moments he was hot on her tail and he admired as she ran to get away from him. The snow on the floor and the cold must be getting at her, yet she relentlessly kept running.
“She can’t be normal!” He reasoned, seeing as she was able to run for so long even with cold air entering her lungs and the frost affecting her body.
He maintained an average pace, observing her as she ran. She looked beautiful in her pointless struggle, and in order to get a clearer picture, Asher climbed the trees and jumped from one branch to the other while maintaining his balance by digging his claws into the hard barks of the dried up trees.
She glanced back briefly, allowing him to see her beautiful face, already clouded with fear. Though it was brief, he captured every moment of it.
Finally she tripped and fell, too weak to stand up again. She struggled, but it was clear to Asher that she had reached her limit. He had gotten his fun, now it was time for him to retrieve his prize.
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