Agitated, restless, tail twitching stiffly
The feral stalks the dark night
Hunting
For something of substance
For something to amuse itself with
At times it knows not what
It is a wild thing
A solitary creature
Elusive
Slipping in and out of shadow
Rarely seen in its entirity
Its needs are basic
Food, pleasure, shelter
It never lingers long
For the satisfactions it finds are always temporary
And each passing night does it become even more feral
Until it becomes nothing more than a raging, mindless beast
Seraphael "K's"
- 6 years, 5 months, 6 days ago