Urge to Feed
Bahukatsu Dojo, Sheng Mountains, Cheena,
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Everything was in a blur. He could not control the urge. He felt his stomach churn and sweat now bathing his body under his shirt. He turned his focus to his condition, not on his opponent. He tried to suppress whatever he got going but the impulse was strong enough that it would uncontrollably emanate outwardly.
"Dreygo, are you ok?" Elaine said, her words muffled to Dreygo's hearing.
Unknowingly, he felt punches landing on every part of his body, his stomach, his face, his neck. They were fast enough but not that strong that he maintained his footing without shuddering back.