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her fur, was an antennae to the pain and hate within the house. the bottled up emotions, sufficating and stifling her soulfire. her Ocelot clawed at her to take over, she was thirsty. so used to stream, well, spring water, glacier water, city waters cycles clogged her antanea throwing her off balance. she was trained to deyhidrate herself rather than drink it. she watched as dogs and cats shunn it as well following suit. she used to scream like a female cat fucked when she tried to shower or bathe.
it was raining, no umbrella or coat. it was blisfully brisk
she stormed out the door like an addicted meth addict searching for her high, clawing her cat came out, shifting into something far more wildly primal. she didnt make it far. the lilac bush grown far over hear head called to her, she pawed at it getting wet with its drops of dew,nectar, and rain. She remembered the reality of who she was within licking as a deer without fear of the neighbors lost in a land of low income video games and sex. she playfully pawed dancing around the lilac lovingly as she would lick a lover till her belly was basted with bloomed hydration. the air curled around her like a lovers leash reminding her more was needed to fill her beautiful body. she found it was not simply a need for water.... her eyes and ears she found were as wanton for the sounds, sight and even her nose needed the nourishment of nightfalling rain sparkling like drops of dimonds off of lilacs... she walked and walked and walked under a full moon, a memory of a gypsy leaving prison camps subconciously ruling her feet she fled finding freedom in a maples magical union with water. tasting again licking its waterfall winding down its trunk she treasured the treat mama earth shared with her.