AngelNeko

Rythian was on the hunt.  He crept up the hall, careful to avoid the squeaking wooden boards, and slipped into the dinning room on silent feet.  After inching his way to the table, he bent down and, with a flourish, whipped the tablecloth up. “Ha!” he exclaimed, as he poked his head under the table “Got yo-“ He stopped as he realized that the space was empty except for a few dust bunnies and what looked like a half eaten carrot. Stumped, he leaned back and allowed the cloth to fall back into place.  As he did, he faintly heard a soft patter of running feet from the next room.  With a grin, he dashed into the adjacent l