Under a Killing Moon
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The unfortunate thing about sand, it hardly made a sound when someone was walking across it. That, paired with the sounds of the waves as they hit the shore, masked any noises that the larger male might have made. Poor Jasper couldn't pick up a scent either, not even the salty scent of the ocean that the air normally held near the beach, but the young male had yet to notice that fact. Blissfully ignorant, Jasper continued his way down the beach, even as the older male neared him and trailed behind him. It wasn't until the voice came that he realized that anyone was there at all. A voice that sounded much like a monster that most children had nightmares about.


Spinning quickly, obviously startled, his hair swung away from his eyes, just long enough to get a full view of the owner of the voice. He was to close for comfort, more horrible than Jasper had been expecting, and the sight of the other male caused Jasper to let out a shrill squeal, something like a girl, really. He stumbled back only a few steps before crashing to the ground completely, landing on his rear in the sand. His voice was shrill as he spoke, panicked and frightened. "What do you want?!" He completely ignored the question that he had been asked, not even sure if he'd heard it right the first time at all.

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