User blog:Ziharku/Log 2: The Frenzy

It can’t be filled. So much food devoured that my belly can’t handle more, but my hunger cannot be sated. I’ve taken to hunting so as not to deplete my funds any further, as my never ending hunger is surely a change for the worse.

So many beasts that I’ve killed since the occurrence, but I simply cannot get enough meat to slake this famished feeling. I’m never so close to full though, as I am when I hunt. Perhaps it is the hunt distracting me from the emptiness, but I can’t help but feel otherwise. Is it truly a need for meat that drives me to hunt? Even Beastmen I’ve found myself killing.

Periods of time on my hunts, I find there are holes in my memory. Time passes and I find myself away from home for days at time, living on the land, clothes bloodied (not with my own blood) beyond cleaning. I do not buy new clothes anymore, only continue with the set I have as the same fate lies with whatever I would chose to don instead. When I do go back home, many stares, I feel on my in shock of my current state.

I do, feel stronger now, though I can’t truly tell.

What am I becoming?