How to describe the call of the moon:
The hunger of nightfall?

Ancient hunger calls you: pounding
in the back of your mind.

Cloud cover tries to suppress,
but gal prolongs

ip ‘The-Howling’... =

-— ‘The primalsurge

Try to push away the thought of prey

Teeth eject with vengeance,
Forced out by stronger, sharper

spires
Blood sears in the mouth
The primal need awakens...

¥ Nails peel, andfall
if claws slice ce
through the flesh barrier —
of the fingertips, layered with blood

nothing was meant to evolve so fast;
resist it as long as you can

vision blurs, then fogs, and soon,
nothing.

Until the eyes are born anew
the blur slowly clears, and soon
everything is green-tinged, but

sharper

things hold shape in the night

Resolve weakens

Jaws unlatch
Muscles noo
Skin crawls
Flesh wrestles with its former self
and while shoulders move apart,
and hair sprouts from skin,
the skull has all your focus
as your jaw stretches forward,

Bone melts and reforms
The taste of blood is overpowering...

Finally ankles snap
and pop apart
Lose your balance as your legs are
recreated

All the time awaiting the hunt

You're forced to stand on muscles
that burn
while fingers throb, and teeth ache.
You want to stop
To fall, on muscles that can no
longer hold you up

You want to stop
But you've waited too long...
Nothing will keep you from your prey
for ‘The-Howling’
has just begun

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