Holding the pain like you're holding your breath
The creature stalked through the shadows of the night sky, the pale light of the milky moon illuminated the shadowy beast just the slightest. Its long jagged claws dragged across the chalky rock of the geyser as it walked. Its eyes were void of all emotion, all reaction and all color – they remained as glossy black slits framed within the center of its black face. Its long inky fur hung and tangled about its body as it moved, tugging on debris at it moved. The creature was not concerned about its appearance, and rather, set on finding its next meal. It longed for the refreshing taste of a kill, to feel the warm blood gush between its teeth and run down its throat in a hot sticky wonder. It walked; remaining close to the shadows were it seemed to blend, looking for its next victim.