Primal Authority
Mike found himself in a strange place.
His body felt strange. Like it was there, but also wasn't.
He was on all fours.
The forest smelled nice.
So did the moon.
He smelled prey.
He found it. A single deer in a clearing, it's fine coat glistening against the moonlight.
It was beautiful.
He killed it.
He ate it.
It tasted good.
He smelled more.
He found them.
He killed them all.
He felt tired.
He felt gazes.
None of them dared to approach.
He returned to his cave.
He hadn't moved.
He simply willed himself to be there.
The world obeyed. Distance cowering.
He lay down.
He could see his white fur and ivory claws.
He blinked.
The sky became visible.
He exhaled.
Trees bowed. Shadows knelt. The air stilled.
It felt right.
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Mike's eyes snapped open, and he took a deep breath.
