Temperature drops as night falls.
Moonlight casts a shadow of cloud dancers on an onyx sky.
Adrenalin courses through my veins; my senses are raw and volatile.
Aware of my own transmogrification; my labored breathing intensifies.
Body convulses with pain and pleasure.
Skin turns to leather with matted hair thick as wool.
Blood drips. I salivate in ravenous hunger for flesh.
Pounding in my ears increases to a feverish pitch… triggering a soul wrenching guttural howl of ecstasy.
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