The Scarlet Predators
Zootopia/Hunter X Hunter
By: ZeroTheFated
The cold dead of night breezed through the dark cyan sky across still waters that reflected the moon and all of its luminescent glory. The city's shoreline was quieter than the rest of the bustling streets of Savannah Square. The faintest sounds of car horns and other city sounds can be heard with ears that were strong enough. One might say if you listen to the quietness within the noise, you'll hear detailed sounds beyond the swishes of the ways.
A figure stood right in front of the shoreline; short tides crawling its way up to sand covered paws, clearing away any sand particles that were left in the fur. The figure dawned white pants and a white top with green coming down the neck line and forming an "X" at the appendix. A single green circle was stitched right between the arcs of the "X". In one paw, his right paw was drenched in a thick crimson liquid that trailed in the sand leaving a path from wherever the figure just came from. His other paw carried a blue cloak with orange designed into it.
His thoughts were set in place. He couldn't think of anything else but what had happened, and what he was going to do to right this wrong. The blood on his paw was the first step to achieving his overall goal…and he was going to relish in it. All the pain that was caused, all the animals that lost their lives on that tragic day, males, females, even children; no one was spared. They all were taken before their time was up. They didn't deserve what they got.
His bloody paw clenched tightly, his claws almost puncturing his palm, his teeth grits as his fangs shown. A short growl was climbing up his throat until his phone went off. That made his growling come to a stop, and before answering the call, he took a short breath to compose himself.
On the other side of the phone call, a low gravelly voice greeted him.
"We're meeting at the drop point. You're finished over on your side?"
The figure let that question hang in silence for a second and looked at his right paw.
"Yeah, I'm done here. Send him to pick me up."
"Already there…" The voice said before he hung the phone up.
And sure enough the voice was right. A black car with tinted windows was pulled up to the curve right before the sand of the beach. The figure walked closer to the water, which went on for miles in that one direction. He dipped his paw into the water muttering something under his breath. As he came back up only two words were spoken before he left in the direction of the car.
"Rest Easy…"