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Frigid prologue Strigoi.....
The word echoed hollowly in my fevered mind as I clawed
desperately toward the surface. I had no need to hold my breath,
but I kept my mouth and eyes
clamped shut. I didn't want dirt in my mouth... or my eyes.
As I dug my way from my grave-- I was dead... I had died.
I broke through the earth and snarled at the night sky.
I was different... feral... free! I felt a power, a hunger growling within me.
The urge was animalistic, but oh so tantalizing.
It was the urge to hunt, and to kill; the allure of the animal that was now me. I liked it.
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