How hard it is to ignore? The call of the wild. The deeply engrossed nature that fought for dominance against your very own being.
The blood pumping through veins, urging to hunt and kill, to claim and mate. To reproduce and rear. That primal beast rippling beneath the surface, constantly aware, always prowling, forever on edge. Waiting, calling.
To fight it, would be to stop living. To wrench out your own soul, splice it. To skin yourself as your lungs suffocated, without a breathe. The pressure pushing up through to your cranium, as your eyes faded into blackness.
With such a twisted nature, it wasn't hard for me. I chose him. I would always choose him.
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Downfall
Hombres LoboI was never supposed to love him. Not more than my own fated. But nature is a oddity; compulsion a necessity. And now we shall all pay the price.
