Manimal sniffs the pungent stink of weakness.
Breathes in the rank smell of putrid decay.
Resurrecting skills long thought forgotten.
Howls swept forth on the Winds of change.
Inside, primal feasts on terrified human.
Outside, beast barely contains its rage.
Death perfumes life’s pathways.
Cold blankets the mountains of choice.
Beasts draw stealthily to the huddle.
Time to hunt rather than die.
Pain warms the tongue in the licking.
Scars sweeten taste for the prey.
To some this is merely delusion.
In truth, it is a brand new day.
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