Impulse

I followed the trail for a while before coming across a unusual fight. A pantheriun was fighting a fire type nimr. A fire type nimr had fur the color of blood and paws the color of coal. Their eyes were a mix of fire colors such as yellow, red, and orange. The pantheriun on the other hand, was a wicked black with wisps of shadow coming off it.

The fire nimr was losing badly, it was trapped with nowhere to go. Pantheriuns often toyed with their prey before killing it. It could have easily ended the fite nimr already but chose not to. The pantheriun would scratch the fire nimr before leaping back as the nimr tried to land a hit. The longer I watched, the angrier I got.

This situation was hitting way too close to home and without thinking I charged at the pantheriun. It instinctively jumped aside as soon I rushed it. I chastised myself for being so implusive. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢. I thought angrily. Thanks to my rash actions, I might die! 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, I promised myself. Since its instincts were sharpened, I would have to ensure it was cornered before I attacked, to guarantee a hit. If it doesn't kill me first. The nimr had already passed out and I ran. Immediately, the pantheriun chased after me. Those feline instincts were now working against it.

I needed a plan fast. I ran home to get my rope, maybe I could work something out. I slid under the hole and the pantheriun followed not far behind, staying just out of reach to enjoy the chase. I grabbed my other spear, now with one in each hand, and as soon as I saw a glimpse of the pantheriun I charged. It disappeared and just as I was recoiling that spear, my hand shot out with the other, piercing its neck. I had know that it would appear behind me, so I could land a hit, but I was just going to hit it. I didn't think I would land a blow on its neck.

The pantheriun gasped for air, wheezing as it died. I took out my flint knife, looked it in its eyes, and mercy slit the pantheriun's throat. I left it there since it was in my cave, I would dismantle it later. I was headed for the nimr. My brain was once again arguing. One side told me to kill it and reap the rewards, the other told me to see if it survives. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, One part screamed, angry at the world for making us like this. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, The other argued, calm, knowing. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. Logically, I knew what I should do. I should kill it, to ensure it will not be an enemy. It might die anyway, then all my effort will be for nothing. I knew deep down what I was going to do. I approached it, seeing its glistening fangs.