Rhaego

The Hunter in the Grasslands Hybrids are rare in this world. We are less than sixty. Most animals are normal, only more intelligent. We hybrids usually travel in packs to survive. Being alone is dangerous. Rhaego, the cheetah hybrid, was sent on a mission. His goal was simple: hunt a hybrid deer. He believed hybrids like me were weak prey, not equals. His pride pushed him forward across the wide grasslands. I was alone that day—something that should never happen. The wind was quiet. The grass was tall. Then I felt it… danger. A presence. I saw him standing far away. Yellow eyes. Still. Smiling. Rhaego did not speak. He did not need to. He believed the hunt was already won. To him, speed meant destiny. I turned and ran. The ground shook behind me as he moved. Faster. Closer. His shadow stretched across the grass, chasing me like fate itself. Why was I alone? Why was he smiling? And most of all… Was this really a hunt— or was he just playing with me?