For Blood Or Beast
My claws dug into soft flesh, and within moments, the deer lay still.
The kill should have satisfied me, but it didn’t. Not today, not now. I ate enough to replenish my strength, the taste of blood filling my mouth, but even as I feasted, the gnawing feeling in my gut remained. I was acutely aware that some part of me was missing and I didn’t know what to do about it.
After I finished, I padded toward a nearby stream, allowing the cool water to wash over my fur. I dipped my head, drinking deeply, the coolness soothing my burning throat. I stepped into the stream, cleansing myself of the night’s violence and my turbulent thoughts.
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