The pale moon hung high over the abandoned ruins of what was a great city, now nothing more than crumbled stones and forgotten memories. The night was eerily quiet, save for the faint whispers of the wind through cracked walls. Amid the desolation, (Blank) moved with a casual grace, his gaunt form slinking between the shadows, each step eerily silent.

His large chipped ears twitched, picking up every tiny sound- rats scurrying in the debris, the flutter of a distant bird's wings. He clicked his tongue, releasing small bursts of sound that painted the world around him in vivid detail. Through the echoes, he "saw" the layout of the city more clearly than any sighted creature ever could.

... The thrill of the hunt was upon him.

He wasn't hungry, not yet, but the... the itch of boredom gnawed at his very bones. His stomach growled lowly, the second mouth on his abdomen quivering in anticipation. He flicked his boney tail lazily, letting it drag behind him as he stalked towards a distant noise. The sound of breathing. Something... Alive.