The Hunter (part one) |
A sudden urge to kill struck through my veins as a lightning strike during a storm. I was unable to control myself as my bode rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, I was already running through the cave, out in the forest and away to the wild. I felt warmth flowing through every muscle of my body, as I felt my heart beating. My skin was slowly hardening, hair grew out of my arms and legs. I was transforming.
Within my nose, thousands of different smells paste by, as I ran across the forest. The smell of trees, grass, flower, bugs and dirt. But not what my instinct was looking for.
Without the slightest knowledge of where I was heading, what disasters I would create or what monstrous performances I would show. I was still unable to control my body, when I suddenly felt the smell of something different. Something smooth, something else.
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