You decide to let your curiosity get the best of you. Approaching cautiously, you run your fingers over the stones, feeling the gentle thrum of energy underneath your tips. Under your touch, the grey centre of the individual stones seem to undulate, pulsing as a red light brightens in the very core of the rock. You pull your hand back as your thoughts race.
What the hell?
What ‘s going on?
You can feel the breath escape your lungs like an unknown force is sucking the life from your very essence. The undeniable pain of throttling clouds your mind, fogging your brain to the point you can’t feel yourself lifting in the air. Suspended midair, your limbs spread wide, just ghosting over the edges of the stones. Your consciousness is still clouded by the agony of strangulation but soon a new sensation overtakes your senses. Your knees bend back, forcing a scream out of your lungs. Thick viscous crimson erupts from your insides, swelling your abdomen to a grotesque mockery of obesity. You can feel your jaw unhinge, breaking in multiple sites as teeth erect from the loose muscle that flaps in your mouth. You can only feebly whimper and whine as you feel your joints stretch, each digit of your fingers and toes painfully splayed out as the bone fractures. Your eyes shrink back, rendering your eyelids useless as the skin hollows. The mere pressure forces itself against your skull, destroying the nerves and vessels that once let you see. Blinded and crippled, your form falls to the ground in a crumpled, engorged heap. You struggle to move your monstrous arms but the muscles falter under your will.
The agony is slowly fading, consumed by a single, carnal instinct that replaces your mind.
To hunt.