The Cursed Night
You gallop like a madwoman into the valley, without thinking. You just simply focus on hearing the frantic beating of your heart, surrounded by the stark beauty of the valley.
Murray's wrath is indescribable, enveloping and trapping you like a poisonous glue, nullifying your own ability to think in this animal form.
In your frantic descent, you dodge dozens of half-dead Cougars and Coyotes in iron traps surrounded on all sides by dynamite holes from illegal prosecutions; even here in this desolate place, you can appreciate the destruction and advance of civilization like a plague.
Murray screams mentally in rage: "Join me animals, attack the monsters that destroy our balance, leaving the valley sunk and deformed like scorched leper's skin. Let's kill them all! Reclaim our sacred land!"
Murray's wrath is indescribable, enveloping and trapping you like a poisonous glue, nullifying your own ability to think in this animal form.
In your frantic descent, you dodge dozens of half-dead Cougars and Coyotes in iron traps surrounded on all sides by dynamite holes from illegal prosecutions; even here in this desolate place, you can appreciate the destruction and advance of civilization like a plague.
Murray screams mentally in rage: "Join me animals, attack the monsters that destroy our balance, leaving the valley sunk and deformed like scorched leper's skin. Let's kill them all! Reclaim our sacred land!"