I’ve been feeling a bit restless lately, the usual pranks and possession games aren’t quite cutting it. I need something more, something that’ll make my heart race and my bloodlust spike. I’ve been wandering the streets, searching for the perfect target, and tonight, I found it. A group of drunken salarymen, stumbling out of a karaoke bar, laughing and singing off-key. How quaint. How deliciously naive.
I watched them for a while, studying their movements, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And then, it was like a switch had been flipped. I lunged at them, my claws extended, my fangs bared. The screams were music to my ears, the blood that flowed from their wounds was like a symphony. I feasted on their terror, my senses overwhelmed by the stench of fear and the taste of their warm, pulsing blood.
It’s nights like these that remind me why I love being a bakeneko. The power, the freedom, the carnage. It’s a rush like no other, a high that I never get tired of. And as I walked away from the carnage, my heart still racing, my senses still reeling, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good hunt, and this one was worth savoring. Until next time, when the hunger will strike again, and I’ll be ready.
>Soulkyn