He growled as his feet clawed the ground viciously, gaining speed. The dirt he was picking up now formed a trail of small brown clouds behind him. Snarling, he eyed his prey with precision, noting his target was ducking under fallen trees and heading for the meadows ahead.
When he reached the open tall grassland, he spotted his victim once again and upped his pace. His breathing grew hungry, hoarse, filled with lust and rage. His optics were focused on the runner, never straying away, always fixed. The cables within him contracted like organic muscles, strengthening his core and limbs, allowing his body to function vigorously. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins at a furious rate urging him to go faster to the point where his body could no longer take it.
He glided through the prairie quickly while keeping his distance from his target, waiting for him to make the wrong move that would seal his fate. Suddenly, the prey moved right, heading directly in front of his camouflaged form. Smiling at the idiocy, he sped up and finally, his target noticed him and scurried away, hoping to outrun his pursuer.
Both Cybertronians darted through the grass, weaving left and right to try and sideswipe each other to gain the advantage of leverage. The chaser conclusively ran his pede across the path of his victim and the other took a tumble, creating a lane of uprooted grass and unveiled soil.
Sliding to a halt, he circled his fallen target, roaring to warn the other not to attempt to retaliate or get up. His prey listened. Silently, his spine rattled to signify he was content with the other's submissive attitude but still wanting to show dominance over the grounded mech. He felt victorious but hid all signs of it to make himself look stronger.
However, the prey did another foolish deed; he moved much to the other's dislike. After the sight of movement, the prey instantly squealed a second before becoming dead silent. The attacker stood over the now lifeless husk with no sense of mercy or sorrow.
Kill or be killed, be the predator or be the prey; that was the law of this land. The attacker obeyed it. Like a raptor, life was swift and fast, too quick to live slow and steady. It was either adapt to this life or die trying, weak and forgotten. The attacker knew best and in this land, every attribute counted for survival.
AN: This could be about Cybertronian you want to imagine doing this. The prey included.