A little snippet to indulge in. I know it wont make a hell of a lot of sense, but it is always nice to give a little sneak peek :) The rush. The exhilaration of running, of my hands and feet digging into the damp soil of the forest floor, of my heart racing impossibly fast with each powerful stride. I was searching. Looking for something that I could taste just on the tip of my tongue. Something delectable. Something... satisfying. It was close. I could smell the sickly sweet aroma in the air mixed with the scent of freshly disturbed earth and wet leaves. An almost metallic taste on my tongue. Almost there. My stomach clenched with ravenous hunger. It was so very dark and yet I could make out every tree and bush, every single leaf in my path. I could see it all. The huddle of brown and taupe and black fur stopped suddenly as I eased away from the bushes. Their heads lifted and stared in my direction, masks of red across their eyes and snouts, mouths dripping something thick and crimson. They waited, unmoving, as I made my way closer to the group, that wondrous aroma getting thicker and thicker in my nostrils. Each step found the dirt wetter and wetter, until the earth was saturated in some much warmer than rain. It coated my palms and soles in the reddest red and dirt clung to my skin possessively. The wolves in front of me parted and in the middle of the gathering, on the blood-soaked floor, was... me. At least something deep inside of me told me that I was staring at myself because what lay on the ground was unrecognizable. Honey blond hair was matted with chunks of flesh and tacky blood. Her stomach, my stomach, was torn open. Sinew and entrails ripped apart and strewn along the ground around my body, dark blood glistening in the moonlight as it poured effortlessly from the wound. An arm stretched out across the forest floor limp and appearing lifeless, at first, but as I stepped closer it reached up to me, pleading to me. For what? Help? A swift end? There was the distinct scent of fear, of blood, too, but mostly fear. Oh the aroma of my fear, of my blood and meat, was intoxicating. It reached every crevice of my being and I was drunk with the need to feed. I stared down at the body I had known for so many years and felt... nothing. No sympathy. No regret. No affection. No loss. Just... hunger. I looked into the eyes of my former self, wide and smeared with my own blood, and without mercy I lunged and sunk my teeth into my throat. Blood poured like wine into my mouth. Meat melted between my teeth and I ate. I feasted to my hearts content with the wolves around me.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 02:01:29 +0000
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