Post by Viktor Pendragon on Mar 29, 2011 15:02:15 GMT -5
Screaming in the dark, her scent is everywhere like a path laced through the trees. Intoxication is my guide, my nose leading, my eyes barely open...
Stalking, hunting, tracking, what I am honed to do.
Tearing through the undergrowth, catching whiffs of her oh the leaves, following the churned leaves and branches. I could catch her now and end this game if I chose, but the thrill of the hunt...
Her screams a fine symphony to my ears driving me mad, making me lose myself. She falls...oh its over now, she can feel it. I smell her fear, the sweat breaking out from her pores, and the drool...
Ripping tearing pleading pulling screaming clawing biting begging slashing gnawing shredding pulling devouring destroying
Oh the mess...the glorious mess...there is nothing but carnage, the smell of chaos and destruction...and silence as I slip back through the trees.
Stalking, hunting, tracking, what I am honed to do.
Tearing through the undergrowth, catching whiffs of her oh the leaves, following the churned leaves and branches. I could catch her now and end this game if I chose, but the thrill of the hunt...
Her screams a fine symphony to my ears driving me mad, making me lose myself. She falls...oh its over now, she can feel it. I smell her fear, the sweat breaking out from her pores, and the drool...
Ripping tearing pleading pulling screaming clawing biting begging slashing gnawing shredding pulling devouring destroying
Oh the mess...the glorious mess...there is nothing but carnage, the smell of chaos and destruction...and silence as I slip back through the trees.
