I thirst!
I Hunger!
It gnaws at me.
Pulls at me, my mind is on fire.
Through my window, I see now that the moon will soon be full. A day or two at the most to wait.
Then will come the beasts. The mortal men who prowl amid their madness. Growling, baying, ripping, shredding.
I am connected to them through their blood lust. I feel their need. It doubles my own.
My clothes chafe.
My skin crawls.
I need to ****
Not hunt....KILL!
Yet something hold me back. Keeping me captive in my lair. It will not allow me to purge this keening need.
It keeps me waiting, the need to **** growing. It is ecstasy in it's pain.
I have shut Crystal out. I am not in control of my senses. She smells now of food. I will not!
Two more days at the most.
Then I feast!
~Lord Kellington
Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
I thirst!
I Hunger!
It gnaws at me.
Pulls at me, my mind is on fire.
Through my window, I see now that the moon will soon be full. A day or two at the most to wait.
Then will come the beasts. The mortal men who prowl amid their madness. Growling, baying, ripping, shredding.
I am connected to them through their blood lust. I feel their need. It doubles my own.
My clothes chafe.
My skin crawls.
I need to ****
Not hunt....KILL!
Yet something hold me back. Keeping me captive in my lair. It will not allow me to purge this keening need.
It keeps me waiting, the need to **** growing. It is ecstasy in it's pain.
I have shut Crystal out. I am not in control of my senses. She smells now of food. I will not!
Two more days at the most.
Then I feast!
~Lord Kellington
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