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You stood up and blinked slowly, feeling as though everything around was outlined in red. You narrowed your eyes and realized that you could see relatively well in the darkness, and your instincts led you to venture out into the marsh. The wet ground squelched under your claws and you felt your thoughts become linear and...primal.

 

You wanted food. You wanted to hunt.

 

Your instincts led you deeper into the woods, and you felt a satisfaction when your paws touched a patch of dry grass. You took a moment to knead your paws in the grass and unconsciously growled softly. Then, you heard a sound in the brush; your ears pricked up in alert and your eyes fixed on the sound. You leaned down and began to stalk what sounded like a small animal, but were soon annoyed by the new additions on your body: your breasts.

 

The way they bounced whenever you moved was bothersome, and they were quite large so they proved to be a burden. You cupped them in your hands, trying to think of a way to solve that problem, but then your prey moved again. You were overtaken by a primal instinct and stalked the creature for some minutes before finally seeing an opening. You pounced and grasped the creature in your claws--a small possum.

 

It struggled and snarled in your claws and you let out a low, bestial roar. You were almost surprised by your own sound, but you were too hungry--too feral--to care. You opened your mouth, large sabertooth fangs dripping with saliva, and sank your fangs into the creature's soft body.

 

The sensation was strange, but somehow addicting and pleasurable. The taste of warm blood, the feeling of flesh being crushed by your fangs.

 

In that instant, you were like a beast. You tore the possum to shreds with the claws of your hands and ripped off chunks of meat with your fangs, enjoying a scrumptious meal of raw meat--your first successful hunt.

 

You ate until you were satisfied, but your rational thoughts were still battling with your primal ones even after your belly was full. Still, at the very least, you remembered where your shelter was and began to make your way back to it, dragging the carcass of the possum with you in case Percy was hungry.

 

When you reached the shelter, you curled up in a pile of leaves and wrapped your tail around yourself before closing your eyes to sleep.



Written by Merieth on 29 May 2018


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