The Hunt

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The thick, sweet smell fills the air

Her prey's fresh blood

Covers her usually pink lips

A frenzy in her ignites

She bites down hard

Letting her fangs sink deep

Into his pale neck

She drains him slowly

The ecstasy filling her

She finishes her meal

She stands on her hind legs

Her rusty red fur shining

In the bright full moonlight

She leans her head back

As a howl escapes her lips

She thanks Selene

The Moon Goddess

For her swift agility

She thanks Diana

Goddess of the Hunt

For her easy prey

The breeze blows around her

As she starts to shift

Realigning her bones

A swift pain, then nothing

Her naked body gleaming

As she wipes the blood from her mouth

Her hunt successful

She returns home

Hiding her secret away

Until the next full moon

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 20, 2011 ⏰

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