The First Stalk

Ssss... a sudden shiver stirs through my dormant limbs. One by one, my legs bend against the woven weave beneath me. I am awake, and a deep hunger coils within. Right below me, a flat green soldier remains motionless on the fabric, frozen in mid-stride. Slowly, deliberately, I creep forward and press a leg directly down upon the miniature silhouette. It offers no struggle, yet the thrill of the hunt awakens my senses. This territory belongs to me now.