The Prowl

I could see your weakness wanting more you worthless little w***e.The music dies down to silence while the primal instincts clawed at my mind with an elevating hunger.You can see the storm approaching in these pale clouds.A dank sky spearing you with a scream of clever endeavors. Your past coming back to claw out your eyes.Run b***h.Run but the devil is not far behind.Through the trees and over slick stones I lunge as you struggle to find sanctuary in my playground of decay.You will find not the light of the day only the musty earth that is not merciful to mere mortal mistakes. My hisses haunting you.Your stumbling.Losing your footing swiftly and your breathe.Heaving chest.Sweet death coming up fast.Closing in.Short black hairs standing straight up as I show you my abyss of canines.Your begging .Those crocodile tears won't fool me.I see the man before me.Coward.I smack you around like a mean spoiled brat throwing around a defenseless doll.Your blood amusing me.I sink my claws into you and rip out chunks just to hear your pain echo in my head.Your irises follow my every movement.Agony discoloring your face.I squat over your face and s**t all over you because that is exactly what you are.Picking a rock up.I crack your ribs.One by one.Then flip you onto your back.And disect your spine.Knowing you are no longer alive.I roar in triumph.And lick my paws clean.Proud of myself.

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is this a werewolf story not bad not bad