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My Burning Heart; Skulk
Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 03:29 PM (263 Views)
Wackman
It was the middle of the night, the full moon was present and lighting the small camping area where the Skulk resided. Ezo had just come back from a long blood filled carnage, but it wasn’t enough for the beast.

Ezo violently burst outside of his tent, snarling heavily with each breath that he took. He was shirtless, and his chest was covered in flesh claw marks. He couldn’t take it. What… what was this feeling? There was something wrong with his chest. He could feel it burning; an indescribable anger that was taking over his body. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t think. He wanted to kill. He wanted to feast. He wanted to rip their throat out and chew on their innards as their blood courses down his throat. He hadn’t fully recovered. The scars on his body were still present; the pain was nothing but a livid memory. His body was coursing with an incredible amount of energy that he had no way of burning.

He stumbled toward the nearest tree. His brain wasn’t still fully aware of his actions. This was instinct, the light of the moon making it worse. He grabbed the trunk of the tree and stood there as his arm was shaking, his claw planting itself deep in the trunk, as he swiped it, feeling the tip of his fingers getting pulled apart. It was painful to him, but he got a release from it. All of the trees nearby were covered in scratching marks. He plated both hands this time, and swiped downward as hard as he could, letting out a pained howl.
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