The Cursed Night
You walk around the cave, feeling like your nerves and adrenaline won't let you stay in the same place for long.
You prepare to go hunting a ducking. Even if, it's just because of the clothes, that's how you try to explain it to Murray:
"How am I going to live mixed with society without clothes? The lack of clothes can make any sheriff, or group declare me adulterous, crazy; probably, even worse, so I need clothes and I need them now."
You come out of the cave in your animal form with your beautiful snow-white fur glowing in the dark giving you a supernatural appearance. The ground glides smoothly under your feet almost as if you were flying over the stones while the pine forests shake in the winter wind.
You don't stop for a second as if something called you at night. your legs refuse to submit to your will and continue their way tirelessly.
I don't understand it. You're trying to mentally explain to Murray. What is this strange feeling that invades me.
Murray finally deigns to answer you with the most serious and grandiose tone that you remember, almost as, if he was recovering part of his category of god: "The people cry for revenge, and they sacrifice to the gods for their protection. Someone must pay with blood. "
You prepare to go hunting a ducking. Even if, it's just because of the clothes, that's how you try to explain it to Murray:
"How am I going to live mixed with society without clothes? The lack of clothes can make any sheriff, or group declare me adulterous, crazy; probably, even worse, so I need clothes and I need them now."
You come out of the cave in your animal form with your beautiful snow-white fur glowing in the dark giving you a supernatural appearance. The ground glides smoothly under your feet almost as if you were flying over the stones while the pine forests shake in the winter wind.
You don't stop for a second as if something called you at night. your legs refuse to submit to your will and continue their way tirelessly.
I don't understand it. You're trying to mentally explain to Murray. What is this strange feeling that invades me.
Murray finally deigns to answer you with the most serious and grandiose tone that you remember, almost as, if he was recovering part of his category of god: "The people cry for revenge, and they sacrifice to the gods for their protection. Someone must pay with blood. "