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My Mistress the Moon

My mistress the moon calls to the beast within she whispers to me its my time again My skin begins to rip my new form pushes through my bones bend and break to form something new Fur covers my flesh claws push through my nails dropping down to all four legs im born anew I howl into the night the pack answers my call we hunt until the morning light all for our mistress the moon
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jonathon-hunter-catchings
30 / M / American
Published
Feb 11, 2012
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