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Bloody Cobblestones (Part 2)
I draw out my soul, stretching shadows, encasing us in fog and dispersing myself within. Left forearm and claw forming I gouge the chest, blood splattering the stone walls, slowly I bring my face out and lick the flesh from my sickle like blades then slam my head into his as my right hand forms behind the left kidney, the momentum sends the carcass into a spin and as shrieks of pain escape his lips I drive my teeth into the skin on his chest ripping it from the bones, wale assault my ears causing shivers. Drawing back I enjoy the quivering a moment then palm strike into the sternum, shards of calcium flying into my snout while blood slides down my neck finally driving my thirst into a frenzy, my teeth shred the heart as I remove it from its resting place and I spit it on the ground as he lays down for the last time. I slide back beneath the red oak. Taste my reach.
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