Pet Peeves of Mine

1. People speaking different languages at the grocery store.
2. People watching me eat.
3. Alarm clocks going off for more then an hour. (usually mine)
4. Lame, corny, modern, Disney movies.
5. Ancient school computers.
6. Stupid group projects for school related things.
7. Visitors who have no manners.
8. Finger-prints on my books/DVDs.
9. Jerks picking on the losers.
10. One less powered donut then what's labled on the box.

The Deadly Hunter

The twig snapped under my paw. Frozen in my tracks I scannd the area. The bare forest lay as still as a tomb before my eyes. Perfect. Swiftly my paws prance across the fluffy snow, my nose stricking the air again. This time something sweet lingers before me. Prey. Blood rushing throughout my body, the fur on my back and tail stand up, the saliva gushing in my jaws...I am ready to hunt. 

The white rabbit sat, fat and unattentive as ever, fluffing up its fur only a few leaps in front of me. This will be easy... I hope. I haven't eaten for days. My stomach begins twisting into a squished ball at the mere thought of food. Especially meat. The excitement to attack ripples through my muscles. This was the moment I have been waiting for. 

Tense with anticipation, I wait. The rabbit finally must have smelled my scent by now, for its ears were twitching in my direction. Just as one of my pack members takes a step, the rabbit was gone. Dashing into the woods, and squirming under broken logs. With fierce reactions, I chase it down. My pack was staying  ahead of me, circling the animal in a treeless area. I didn't see any holes near by, for my eyesight isn't the greatest in winter. The shadow of the snow looks like any shade of grey to me. It's hard to disiffer what is what. 

This chase is going nowhere. The rabbit was going in circles with my pack, confusing the dogs along with myself. I was too tired to have to deal with this. And I knew my pack was too. Already a few had died from suffering with the long cold winter. I wanted to give up, but my legs wouldn't stop moving, pumping closer and closer to that prancing rabbit. Finally, it disappeared. The hole was burried amongst the many piles of snow around the forest. I would have never noticed it. My pack encircles the hole, half dissapointed, and half relieved from the stressful hunt down. But I wasn't finished yet. I'm not going to die out here. Not here, not with my pack in the shape it is. I walk back to an old bush and lay down on my belly, and wait. Waiting. And waiting. My pack watched me do this, and simply mimicked my actions. After what felt like hours of brutal impatient torture, a white rabbit head peeped out of the hole. My pack froze. Their hungry eyes gazing wishfully at the prey before them. A pack member intentionally quickly shot forward causing the rabbit to escape toward me. Rushing out of the bush with my jaws open, I make the killing blow. A small trickle of blood ran down my lower jaw, and my muscles relaxed. My legs collapsed under me, and I let go of the rabbit.

Finally, a success at last... 

Whatzupwitu?

Hi,...everyone. How art thou world? My name's Xanatos, and I'm addicted to powdered donuts and comics. You pretty much know everything about me now. Hello world! The earth says hello!