The Cursed Night
In your feline form, everything is so different, more vivid and penetrating thousands of smells, perfumes and noises assail you at the same time while your powerful heart pumps blood towards your paws prepared to take action.
the rancid aroma reminds you of never-washed sexual effluvia mixed with goat dung. But even so, just thinking about his blood and his flesh in your mouth makes you feel extreme.
You sneak upon him from the shadows but something does not fit, his movements are erratic and he goes in a direction opposite to that of the rest of his men as if he were following a different map.
Murray whispers weakly to you: "Oh ... He is one of those. Maybe it is better you don't pursue after all."
"One of those?" you curious questions
Murray invokes a cynical smile in your mind. And then he adds: "Continue the hunt and you will see it."
the rancid aroma reminds you of never-washed sexual effluvia mixed with goat dung. But even so, just thinking about his blood and his flesh in your mouth makes you feel extreme.
You sneak upon him from the shadows but something does not fit, his movements are erratic and he goes in a direction opposite to that of the rest of his men as if he were following a different map.
Murray whispers weakly to you: "Oh ... He is one of those. Maybe it is better you don't pursue after all."
"One of those?" you curious questions
Murray invokes a cynical smile in your mind. And then he adds: "Continue the hunt and you will see it."