Attack
"I should attack now, I have to attack now..." You feel your stomach gurgle with impatience before you start to shift closer to the herd. Your stomach shuffles down against the earth and dirt, spitting dust up into the air as you start to inch towards them. Once you're hidden at the very fringe of the group, you throw yourself forward.
The entirety of your alien, four-legged body goes into the motion. A short yowl of excitement escapes as you dive into the mass of suddenly moving bodies. The entire herd moves at once, instantly escaping away from where you crouch. The gazelle leaps away, bounding off into the fringes of the horizon within moments.
You try to bound after them, throwing your massive paws down against the earth, pushing into a sprint, but they quickly escape you.
With the herd gone, the entire plain goes still. As far as you can see, there's nothing...
"What am I going to do?" you think, wandering and searching for more signs of something to hunt, but each day's exploration leads to nothing.
The hours walking quickly fade into days without food. You find yourself merely laying down into the dust and grass. Without the gazelles, without anything to hunt and void of any more energy to keep searching, you start to rapidly fade.
In the end, you drift into a haze of hunger that ends agonizingly slow when your body finally runs out of the extra resources to survive without new food. You die having never realized any glory as a lion and still stuck in the animal's form!~
Written by Picklessauce69 on 26 February 2016
The end (for now)