The Cursed Night

The need for clothing, is something you can not keep for long, it seems funny that something as simple as a piece of cloth so conditions our existence. But from the moment of birth to the grave, clothing defines us as much as it protects us.

As the darkness rises with the dust of the earth giving everything a ghostly and mysterious air.


In your feline form crossing the strong current of the Truckee River is something different feeling how the current drags you while you kick with that stupid swimming of the dogs. Darwin certainly is right. And that nobody comes to deny you that walking on two legs is an advantage.


Finally you return to the same bank of the river where your cursed adventure began. You aren't far from crossing the bridge and the great entrance to a more civilized area of ​​this new territory. towns had been located among "hills that once laden with the most magnificent forests imaginable," or at least that is what nation want to sell to new colonists and miners arriving in mass.

Now the ridge between the towns, like the hills are being denuded. the mines and mills required vast amounts of fuel and lumber after all. civilization is spreading like cancer over Nevada.

You advance at great speed covered by the powers that Murray has given you. you don't know how to put your emotions into words:

"I feel different. I don't know how to explain it, it is almost as If I were demigods of mythology. Murray answers you tired as if he were tired of explaining it to you:

"You are no longer human. Hell, you are in your damn cougar form. Now, focus on the important, I can see two wagons detained in the road ahead; it can be dangerous."

You focus and silently survey the area. there doesn't seem to be anything particularly interesting on this curve of the road and the two wagons seem to have stopped in a hurry on the side of the road without taking the slightest safety precautions and they are now empty as if waiting for someone to take them away.


This is too suspicious, perhaps it's some kind of bait to ambush a caravan of dupes. you get as close as possible. One wagon are new and cheerfully painted with motifs typical of a group of traveling actors or perhaps an orchestra.

The other is much older and solid dark wood and with the internal windows sealed with lime and thick wooden boards, an aura of coldness and death surrounds that caravan as if it were the property of a powerful being. You only can think in death looking at it.

You start sniffing the air, something is attacking someone. you can't explain what that something is. it is like a human, but different.

The cougar form forces you to hunt down the human, The hunger is imperious, stronger than anything you have felt before. And somehow your gut tells you that the other being will welcome you.
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