|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
You feel fine, better then fine actually, you feel... it's hard to describe... powerful doesn't seem to cut it, it's like being born, like you've been lifted somehow into something, but you can't really tell what. But other then this, you realize your starving, "Honestly, I'm hungry," you say to the Alpha. "You've been asleep for over a week, that's to be expected." he says as if this would be common sense. "However, I doubt our food stores could handle you at the moment, so I'll ask you to do your own hunting."
"Fine by me..." you say, before realizing you just agreed to hunt as if it was a perfectly normal thing for you. You'v never even held a gun before, let alone gone looking for something to shoot. Then you realize it does feel natural, you don't know why, but you KNOW you're perfectly able. You recall the blurred dreams that even now feel all the more obscurred by the waking world, where a lifetime seemed to have passed without ever passing at all. Perhaps it is ingrained in you now, instincts brought on by your conversion. "I'll be back in a few..." you say, taking a few steps before bounding over the castle wall towards something that smelled good to eat.
Before you realize it, your on the scent of something, once again surprised at the ease of which you've identified it and fallen into a tracking pace. Smelling something is like seeing it, the trail is plain as day though no physical evidense for it exist. And the speed at which you move through the trees, desppite you size, is effortless. It feels as if your flying. Within moments, the source of the smell comes into sight, and you see a group of deer grazing. Without thinking you circle them to hide your scent, then charge, leaping into the group and chomping down on the slowest one while the others react, darting into the trees in every direction. The deer instantly falls still, you massive jaws crushing the life out of it in one bite. Eating it is just as easy, as you bite through muscle, sinew and bone with the ease of a hot knife through butter, devouring the deer in a few bites before turning your attention to the trail of another...
Within about half an hour, your eaten your fill, sated on deer flesh and left liking the remnants of blood from your muzzle. It was so easy to do, you liked it even. Something has changed within you, not just your form, you feel, whole somehow, whatever that means. You still have questions about what exactly happened to you, but you don't feel much bother about it either. You stretch your legs out, yawning and flexing your back before shaking and looking back towards the castle, trotting contentedly towards it, wondering what to say to the Alpha when you got back...
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