The Cursed Night
An unstoppable force is leading me to that place as if I were a magnet attracting iron.
A wild and untamed beauty nature dominates this place where the humid and green forest near the river is gradually transforming into arid, mountainous. Then beyond the mines, a relentless desert is born, The Mojave.
This weird energy is becoming insidiously stronger as invisible tentacles of energy are squeezing, again and again, your temples until your head becomes a ball of stabbing pain attracting the beast inside you to the surface.
You smell it, before you see it, a massacre in the ground soaked on blood. around a sandstone monolith with strange engraved drawings; four tribe women dressing white cotton tunics, smeared in their own blood after stabbing themselves repeatedly invoking The good of Revenge, something that for you sound like Murray.
The oldest of them wearing a feathered tiara is still conscious. And he addressed you, even if she still speaks the language of her tribe, you understand her, your connection to Murray allows you to:
"Finally, The Avatar of the cougar has heard the calling of the people. Our tribe was robbed, stealing our lands by the illegal miners trying to get establish silver mines near the river. now with our dead, the blood pact is complete. forever you will ride hunting the white man like a man-eater. These magical words seal you for all the eternity." She says while she wildly stabs her own heart. falling on the other 3 like a macabre offering.
Your body enters into pure fury state, throwing yourself over the corpses without your will being able to do anything against it.
I can't go back to my human form. I'm trapped like a cougar.
A wild and untamed beauty nature dominates this place where the humid and green forest near the river is gradually transforming into arid, mountainous. Then beyond the mines, a relentless desert is born, The Mojave.
This weird energy is becoming insidiously stronger as invisible tentacles of energy are squeezing, again and again, your temples until your head becomes a ball of stabbing pain attracting the beast inside you to the surface.
You smell it, before you see it, a massacre in the ground soaked on blood. around a sandstone monolith with strange engraved drawings; four tribe women dressing white cotton tunics, smeared in their own blood after stabbing themselves repeatedly invoking The good of Revenge, something that for you sound like Murray.
The oldest of them wearing a feathered tiara is still conscious. And he addressed you, even if she still speaks the language of her tribe, you understand her, your connection to Murray allows you to:
"Finally, The Avatar of the cougar has heard the calling of the people. Our tribe was robbed, stealing our lands by the illegal miners trying to get establish silver mines near the river. now with our dead, the blood pact is complete. forever you will ride hunting the white man like a man-eater. These magical words seal you for all the eternity." She says while she wildly stabs her own heart. falling on the other 3 like a macabre offering.
Your body enters into pure fury state, throwing yourself over the corpses without your will being able to do anything against it.
I can't go back to my human form. I'm trapped like a cougar.