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Easy

Your natural enemies. The ones who took you all apart five years ago. Hackles rise.

Medium

Good thing he's fucked up then. Can't have him making you look bad.

Easy

The words 'La Luz' makes your shoulders close in, as if bracing for a hit.

Medium

Inner wolf. Hidden wolf.

Medium

Gnashing, ripping, scratching -- unstoppable!

Easy

Brains lie. Guts don't.

Medium

The animal within!

Easy

Sex and murder drives coming through muddled and strong.

Easy

Smash! Smash! Smash!

Easy

Easy

Stripped off his wounds. Back raw into danger.

Easy

Irrigational miracles. This is her shit.

Easy

Success nears. Big man hungers.

Medium

Medium

His reward was severe.

Formidable

Even saying it gets him a little hard.

Medium

Pain and pleasure, revulsion and attraction, all irremediably tangled.

Medium

Medium

The filthy communality is what they get off on.

Medium

The john is always the enemy. She may have made him think they are friends, but they are not.

Medium

Something's not right here. He's not exactly lying, but... nor is he telling the truth.

Formidable

Fear becomes desire. Revulsion becomes attraction. Death becomes sex, and then death again.

Easy

He wants the real thing.

Legendary

Death lust, in your jaw and in your cunt.

Medium

Slavering, impotently aroused, hyena-attentions.

Trivial

Kill this lecherous geriatric.

Medium

Slavering, impotently aroused, hyena-attentions.

Easy

Rip it out. Take it.

Easy

Never go home again!

Easy

Medium

Never forgotten. Fear. Invader. Defend turf.

Legendary

Your heart beats hypothermic.

Medium

Something about this number strikes you as undeniable truth.

Formidable

Pain and love. Actual nostalgia. Something is lost.

Formidable

Caveman emotions, space alien brain. He can't handle something this primal, this gooey.

Medium

Front line. Human shield. Bullet bag.

Challenging

Underdogs. Exactly how you like it.

Easy

Could. Shouldn't.

Medium

Degeneracy everywhere. Thinning bloodstream. Weakness upon weakness.

Easy

You are flea. Insignificant. Squishable.

Medium

No one's confronted them about it so far.

Medium

Purring in your pocket.

Medium

BOOOOOO. HISSSSSSS.

Medium

Sour sickness on the back of your tongue.

Easy

The half-animal in you freezes. You're alone. Split from herd. Vulnerable.

Easy

Ready and willing to guard his food to the hilt.

Easy

Wide, slick, animal. Only two words behind them: friend or foe?

Easy

Goosebumps on the back of your neck. As if all those of absent, lifeless eyes have turned to watch you.

Medium

Life and death. Kill or cure. No middle ground.

Medium

Primal howling from the depths of your brain.