He watched her moving unaware through the trees beneath him. She was with friends, and the sounds of their voices carried through the cool night air. His fingers clenched around the branch upon which he perched, claws tearing through the thin bark like paper. It was this girl. It had to be. He could feel her in his mind.
Closing his eyes he tasted the air. Something was different about this night. For longer than he could remember he had been waiting, moving about this small and primitive planet. At first it had been curious, amusing. Then it had become boring. He had stirred up conflicts to pass the time, hunted on occasion. They had never told him what it was that he was waiting for, why he was watching. It had been frustrating, humiliating. That one of the great Death Captains could be exiled to nothing more than a Watcher on this distant rock made his skin vibrate with anger.
Opening his eyes again he focused a golden gaze on the slender form that walked away from him. He knew that the soft orange glow intended to light the orchard of her small school was not enough to reveal his presence, a dark shadow in a darker night. For now he would let her walk away, safe in her ignorance. He smiled slowly. Perhaps he would toy with her before he sent back communication that he had found what they had been seeking. Maybe he could even discover what she was, and why she was so important. Then he would have something to bargain with.
His spirits lifted, and his claws hungered for blood.