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Hunger.

The driving force of animals alike.

The divider.

The decider of life and death.

It creeps up within everything- alive, undead. It exists- and never lets it's grip relent.

It never lets go.

So hungry...

Power.

That was the feeling that I felt on that day.

The feeling coursing through my veins as I watched my flock's numbers dwindle.

The rush as I devoured their weakened bodies.

The feeling that filled the endless void creeping into my gut.

So empty...

Rage.

The feeling that follows me wherever I go.

The feeling I get whenever I cannot satiate my hunger.

The feeling that I get whenever I cannot recieve power.

Power... Power... Power... Power... Power... Power... Power...

Every day, I see my flock.

Ever day, I see my wings.

Every day, I grow hungrier.

Every day, I grow angerier.

Every day, I want more.

More more more more more...

Perhaps, with more power...

More food...

More anger...

The hunger inside me will stop.

Stop...

Stop...

Please...