Blood Rage

Its a blood rage night. One of those nights when you can think of nothing else but roaming the streets. Slipping thru darkness and feeling cool air on your skin. Waiting for that one. Your veins throb with the need for freedom. The need to run thru the night as fast ask you can, letting the wind fly thru your hair. The hunger building inside as you look for something that will satisfy your needs. Wheter it be carnel or combat makes no matter. The act of either would simply be an affirmation of life itself. To run thru the streets on your haunches howling, and baying. Leaping from shadow to shadow. Saviouring the essence of the moment. Crashing thru bushes, scrambling up trees. ONWARD INTO THE NIGHT MY FRIENDS! For there is prey afoot.