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pacing across the sky, narrowing eyes

watching the moon shimmer and laugh at Me

as She watches My useless actions of

attempting to escape Her song, wings

ruffling as I attempt to stay grounded knowing

it is not gonna last much longer as I can

feel Her Call for the Hunt riding Me, forcing

obedience in that respect, that She is the

Ultimate Mistress and will have her way,

no matter what. Scratching and growling,

head shaking back and forth as I give in,

dropping to all fours, hearing the music in my

head. Flexing my muscles and stretching my wings

I take flight to the sky, crying out loudly,

ever watchful for the one I seek, knowing I will

my prey soon, for Mother Moon has promised as much.

Smiling like a temptress, luring in what I want

before striking them down and decimating their

existence, agitated and restless, crying out in

distress, the feeling not assuaged by a kill of one

and neither is it sexual, so My mate will not help.

Stretching out to scratch a tree, I twitch an ear

towards a sound of distress, racing after it, knowing

what it is I seek, and what I am supposed to do, an

evil grin taking over as I turn Myself over to the

dark lust and lose My human soul in that of My Panther

giving Her complete control, and trust, knowing w/The

Great Mother Bast and the Mother Moon watching, no harm

will befall this night at least not Me.

A streamer, twisting & twirling

enticing to come join & be, be like

it, free, non-existent. Just twirling

away on the surface of the water, so like

the mind of yourself. Is that the sound of

the streamer you hear? Faint and foreboding?

Is that what the voice of it would sound

like if it could speak? No, it's not verbal

communication. It is a sound though, listen!

Swish, swish, fluttering like a dieing butterfly,

splash, splash. Butterfly, you think. What

pretty creatures. Too short of a lifespan though

to ever enjoy anything. But they don't care, they

are free, they are beautiful, they can escape on

a mere, singular whim. Much like something else

you know, but cannot retrieve the memory.

Oh, pretty! Look at the sparkle you just saw, look

at the droplets on the floor from the streamer.

Let's clean it up for it is making such a mess everywhere.

Hmmmmm. Legs not working. Oh yeah, I remember. Do you?

Come on, reach out and touch it. Here, I'll help you.

My hands are wet, but it's ok. See, there's the memory.

Nice one, isn't it? Does it make you feel all warm &

fuzzy inside? It should, but for some reason, I only

feel cold and sharp. Oh no, the bottle is empty like

my hand. Wait, no it's not, I still have the pretty

streamer in my hand. Is it in my hand? I don't know.

HEY! Come join me, we can float away on the pretty

streamers w/the sparkles. It'll be nice. There, do

you see? Can you hear? Shush! Open your eyes. Swish,

swish, no fluttering though, no splashing either.

Hmmmm, oh well. No more mess though, people won't have

much to deal with. You joining me? Hey, let me help you.

WAIT! I can't. My hands won't work. Isn't that funny?

That's nice though. Wow, you better hurry b/c

I am leaving now. The bottle is empty, my mind is

emptier, and my body is emptiest. I still feel as cold

and sharp as I did, probably more so than that knife

you took from me to follow me with. See you in a

few minutes. I hear them calling me, can't you hear?