The blades of grass waved merrily at Emma as she sprinted past. The gurgle babble of the aliens chasing her captured the ears of the surrounding wildlife. Any smart mammal would have high-tailed it; scent alone screamed of wrongness, beings that had no place existing in their ecosystem, sharing their land and air. The strangeness. Their brains could not compute what exactly was chasing the homo sapien that at present was perspiring. She was afraid. The animals could tell, and yet they fled.
Except for one.
The darkness came, pursuing those that hunted the blonde girl. It had taken the form of a large cat, a mammal fixed between a tiger and a panther but just as black of heart. Instead of fur, though, it would look as if it were entirely immersed in oil. The slick sheen captured the sun, even its eyes had the look of blackness. The only place on it that was void of color was betwixt the eyes, a single white spot solidified there and seemed out of place.
Claws dug in to the Earth as it ran. Muscles flexed and its strength was unlike any these aliens would know. The lips of its maw pulled back in to a snarl as Inque leapt, the predator that it was, tackling one of the aliens to the ground. She had killed an alien before. She wouldn't hesitate again.
Large jowls tore at the throat of the squirming creature, and once it had stopped moving the oil-black cat was off again to take the next creature. Now, was the alien chasing the girl or simply fleeing the inevitable?