The Cursed Night
You get up after a lovely cat nap. Your bed of viscera and human remains has left your beautiful white fur of a crimson colour.
You decide to take a bath in the river. You would laugh out loud at the pleasure and total freedom that you are experiencing, but cougars cannot laugh.
You end up galloping towards the crystalline creek water, merrily scrubbing your fur which finally returns to being immaculate white.
Gradually, you feel that your body becomes to shift again and your vision becomes cloudy and confused for a few moments. Until you find yourself naked in the icy human waters again.
Carefully, you sit on the shore trying to comb your red hair with your hands, feeling that part of the beast's agility and strength follows with you the same as the ability to see in the dark.
Murray says: "This is only the beginning of our pleasurable odyssey. Hunting living prey it is far better than corpses."
You decide to take a bath in the river. You would laugh out loud at the pleasure and total freedom that you are experiencing, but cougars cannot laugh.
You end up galloping towards the crystalline creek water, merrily scrubbing your fur which finally returns to being immaculate white.
Gradually, you feel that your body becomes to shift again and your vision becomes cloudy and confused for a few moments. Until you find yourself naked in the icy human waters again.
Carefully, you sit on the shore trying to comb your red hair with your hands, feeling that part of the beast's agility and strength follows with you the same as the ability to see in the dark.
Murray says: "This is only the beginning of our pleasurable odyssey. Hunting living prey it is far better than corpses."