The environment was nothing but shadows, swirling in intoxicating fractal paterns around me. I adjusted the settings of my vision and followed the path newly visable before me. My targets trail blazed bright green against the intense darkness.
I began to run, my long easy strides devouring the distance between us. I could practically taste his fear. He knew I would make this black, desolate place his tomb. I reached out with my whip, a single flick of my wrist sent the lash around his ankles, bringing my prey hard to the ground. I could hear him lose the last of his breath. My blood began to sing in my veins as I closed the distance between us. There was no greatter thrill than to serve my prupose, I thought as I leapt upon the prone man, slipping my sword down his throat in one smoothe motion.
I wagged my tail in pleasure, thinking how happy my master would be when I presented him with his prize. Perhaps he would finally give me a name, even though i am nothing but The Hound.
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