DACE
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I could hear my grunts, my growls leaking off me with every pant. The feeling of the dirt beneath my paws, the vibration of the earth, the cold wind, and the heavy tightness of it as it warped around me at speed. The bloodlust was indescribable and consumed me to the point of madness.
Fueling my very power, my mind, my thoughts. The need to kill, to destroy, and wreck havoc, to rip and to eat.
I was on a trail following whatever scent lingered, it smelled so intoxicating and it only made me eager to go forward, to know this futile chase was worth every minute of it for I knew at the end of the road I would find my prey. And I won't stop until I get my claws on it and thrill in the feel of blood when I finally get my hands on it. I traced the scent following it like a demon possessed and the more desperate I got and angry at myself if I didn't reach it. My beast was wailing at me to hurry and get to it before it was too late.
