Zethar;
I wake up angry.
Not the normal kind of anger I always feel without trying.
This is feral… different… worse.
The kind of anger that sits in my stomach, claws its way up my spine, and whispers that if I don't break something soon, I might break instead.
What the fuck is this!??
Why the heck am I waking up in such a foul mood!?
Before I even open my eyes, I feel my head banging and spinning.
Heat crawls under my scales like fire ants, and suddenly my skin feels too tight… like it doesn't fit properly. Since when!??
My mouth tastes wrong too. Bitter, heavy and metallic.
I try to swallow past it but groan in disgust.
That was a mistake.
My stomach lurches violently in response, and before I can even process what's happening, I roll off the bed and retch.
HARD.
The sound that comes out of me is undignified, and horrifying.
Absolutely not befitting any Nagari Alpha.
I barely manage to grab the vase by the bed before my body betrays me again.
