The STIKINI: UNTIL THE LAST HEART IS EATEN
I have exceeded any expectations the witch had for me when I was conceived. The growth I refer to is not in strength or magic; it is the growth of my mind and its capacity for learning, thinking, and planning. My brain absorbs knowledge with the same eagerness as my hunger for blood and brains. I am the repository of all that the Stikini are and will become.
I do not write as some power-mad egotist. The curse placed on Stikini is a driving force, but it does not control me. Yes, my anger can become a vicious whirlwind that sometimes pushes me past reasonable thought. But I am, after all, a creature of vengeance and revenge.
My skills have become fine-tuned. The detail of any shift in form is exact in every way. When I shapeshift to human form, all the aspects that make up a particular individual are apparent in the mask I wear. Voice, facial features, eye shape and color, the slant of the eyebrows, skin color, vocal accent, physical affectations, and even style of clothing or the tying of a shoe. All this from the brains of the person eaten and the storing of their memories.
Changing to animal form is much quicker and easier. A cat, after all, is just a cat, and needs no refinement.
I have exceeded any expectations the witch had for me when I was conceived. The growth I refer to is not in strength or magic; it is the growth of my mind and its capacity for learning, thinking, and planning. My brain absorbs knowledge with the same eagerness as my hunger for blood and brains. I am the repository of all that the Stikini are and will become.
I do not write as some power-mad egotist. The curse placed on Stikini is a driving force, but it does not control me. Yes, my anger can become a vicious whirlwind that sometimes pushes me past reasonable thought. But I am, after all, a creature of vengeance and revenge.
My skills have become fine-tuned. The detail of any shift in form is exact in every way. When I shapeshift to human form, all the aspects that make up a particular individual are apparent in the mask I wear. Voice, facial features, eye shape and color, the slant of the eyebrows, skin color, vocal accent, physical affectations, and even style of clothing or the tying of a shoe. All this from the brains of the person eaten and the storing of their memories.
Changing to animal form is much quicker and easier. A cat, after all, is just a cat, and needs no refinement.
I have exceeded any expectations the witch had for me when I was conceived. The growth I refer to is not in strength or magic; it is the growth of my mind and its capacity for learning, thinking, and planning. My brain absorbs knowledge with the same eagerness as my hunger for blood and brains. I am the repository of all that the Stikini are and will become.
I do not write as some power-mad egotist. The curse placed on Stikini is a driving force, but it does not control me. Yes, my anger can become a vicious whirlwind that sometimes pushes me past reasonable thought. But I am, after all, a creature of vengeance and revenge.
My skills have become fine-tuned. The detail of any shift in form is exact in every way. When I shapeshift to human form, all the aspects that make up a particular individual are apparent in the mask I wear. Voice, facial features, eye shape and color, the slant of the eyebrows, skin color, vocal accent, physical affectations, and even style of clothing or the tying of a shoe. All this from the brains of the person eaten and the storing of their memories.
Changing to animal form is much quicker and easier. A cat, after all, is just a cat, and needs no refinement.