Moon Dance by S.P. Somtow5/19/2023 ![]() ![]() O hark, my brethren! The night comes quickly! Mere humans will never know such things they know only how to be prey. the thrill of the hunt and the long races in the dark as we track and chase and toy with our human prey… the joy of the slaughter as we leap and then bite and tear and devour… the warm, salty tang of blood and the sweet, rich taste of flesh on our tongues. the glorious howling, as we sing to each other and to our mistress in the sky. They will never know the wonder of our nature: the fearful pain as our furry true selves burst through our human guises, bones reshaping and pelts and muzzles and hard nails and sharp fangs coming forth. ‘Tis better for our prey, the human kind, at least! Pathetic, limited humans. But perhaps such pleasures should only be given in brief amounts. The great change shall come and so our true selves will arise – if only briefly. Soon our pale mistress will quicken our blood and command our souls. O my brothers and sisters, hark! The full moon is nigh. ![]()
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