Broken hunger
"I am a warrior, not an electrician. But how hard It will be?" Your mind races tired of being jailed in this small room. There is this rumour in the Tribes that felines are prone to feel imprisoned in confined spaces. And you know exactly like any other elite Soldier that it's the truth. However, you have been drilled and templated like steel.
Each movement swift, and determined, your cougar claws extended towards that big mean bully electronic terminal, Nevertheless, To your own pleasure, you imagine Skar being pierced, slashed and with his artery was torn down in a rain of blood and sweat
instead this lame hydraulic fluid.
"I am broken down by hunger, I want the real deal. A real deal?" You glance at the panel almost ashamed.
"what is happening to me?"
As you are saying so, your naughty fingers pointed out playfully a button you just acted as somebody was whispering to your ears only.
You can't avoid destiny. As you start penetrating further inside the fuses.
It's so satisfying feeling the metallic alloy, and the plastic torn down by your own claws. Meanwhile, a heartwarming sensation engulfs your pants, like if something wet fall like a waterfall of your pants.
"Hot, so Fucking hot!!" A smell of a beefy barbeque and roasted skin... makes your extremely dry mouth watered down.
Your eyes are starting to see blinding flashes of orange blue red ...
A crescendo takes over your burning body, as you observe your own hands fall over the metallic floor.
But you feel away from there floating around as a mere observer of the death of another Cougar.
In the end, you see her watching from the deck. Laughing, as another mortal had ended in her web.
Then finally you are no more than a roasted supper.
Each movement swift, and determined, your cougar claws extended towards that big mean bully electronic terminal, Nevertheless, To your own pleasure, you imagine Skar being pierced, slashed and with his artery was torn down in a rain of blood and sweat
instead this lame hydraulic fluid.
"I am broken down by hunger, I want the real deal. A real deal?" You glance at the panel almost ashamed.
"what is happening to me?"
As you are saying so, your naughty fingers pointed out playfully a button you just acted as somebody was whispering to your ears only.
You can't avoid destiny. As you start penetrating further inside the fuses.
It's so satisfying feeling the metallic alloy, and the plastic torn down by your own claws. Meanwhile, a heartwarming sensation engulfs your pants, like if something wet fall like a waterfall of your pants.
"Hot, so Fucking hot!!" A smell of a beefy barbeque and roasted skin... makes your extremely dry mouth watered down.
Your eyes are starting to see blinding flashes of orange blue red ...
A crescendo takes over your burning body, as you observe your own hands fall over the metallic floor.
But you feel away from there floating around as a mere observer of the death of another Cougar.
In the end, you see her watching from the deck. Laughing, as another mortal had ended in her web.
Then finally you are no more than a roasted supper.
