A sudden rush of hormones throws your off guard, and in that instant, you remember that sergals' rack in as one of the top predators. Mighty and powerful, with a reputation that fits only that of violent warriors and tribal traditions, you prepare for your prey. Crouching down, into a somewhat threatening posture, you leap through the crowd and race to the restrooms, hoping it to be empty except for the mouse. Only a few meters away, you spot a janitor cart. Making a quick pass, you grab two warning cones and a "Do Not Enter" sign. Pausing a moment, glancing around to make sure there are no witnesses, you place the cones down and then tack the sign to the door. Without another word, you duck into the facility.
As luck would have it, there was no one around. All except one stall were closed, and that one containing your prey. You take a sharp claw, you fiddle with the door mechanism. After a second, it clicks and locks shut. Now that you are alone you have the ability over the smaller. Even if he has a buff structure and is rigged for fighting, your size and pure appearance would be enough. He is a mouse, a rodent, a perfect animal to become prey to such an exotic creature as yourself. You glance down, seeing that his feet do not even touch the ground when on the toilet. You hiss under your breath, and contemplate your next move. You could wait for him, remaining quiet and surprise him; or you could slam the door open and give the little furry a heart attack, hoping that he would be to frightened to resist. The choice is simple, but time is of the essence, at least before the janitor notices the strange placement of his wares.
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