Die Genie, Die
You hate what that genie has done to you.
You can feel how your internal body chemistry threatens to rebel. You can tell by certain smells on the air that the genie wasn't joking about this being a breeding farm. He shouldn't have screwed with you, but he did and now he will pay.
First you have to take care of the overly large amount of arousal trying to take over your actions.
You let out your claws and dig deep trenches across your arms and wipe the blood on your face. If there is one thing you know about animals, especially
predators, is that life comes first all other things are secondary.
The burning pain of the wounds quickly shuts down the need to mate. you look around the room for a door, but see none. That okay, with this form you didn't really need one anyway. by knocking on the wall you listen to where the largest opening is and then smash your way through. The action of destruction heightens your killing senses. You drop to all fours and prowl through the hallway you've found. Swiftly running past rooms similar to yours with what you can only assume must be other unfortunates. you guess that this wall must be enchanted and allows for one way viewing only.
That genie was a sick one and now he will pay. Sniffing the air you can tell he had been here recently and so you follow the scent. He might think he is all powerful, but hell hath no furry like that of juggalo scorned.
Written by Razortail on 20 September 2005