Without a warning we all screamed and felt a wall around us. We thrashed and smashed into it until the wall on our instincts crumbled into dust like bones. And it was beautiful, how it died, and we craved the destruction…the passion and the pain, and the sanity hovered above us as we howled and sank our teeth into the skin of our enemies. Then I cried out, finding bites in my neck, my mouth tasting sharp blood. I shook, and as it ended (the ritual, the initiation,the bloodlust, the animalistic fear) my pulse faded with the yelling.
And it echoed, still echoes…
ONE DAY THIS SUN IS GONNA DIE.
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