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Silvery flakes drifted down glittering in the bright light of harvest moon. His senses were perfect, but the hunger pangs made him go out for food. He toyed around places, searching for food, fresh meat preferably. The glittering sky and full moon made the moment perfect. He wandered in the shadows, waiting for victims, breathing slowly, and sighing at every failure. It wasn't working, he had to do it openly. His hunger was taking over, soon he'll lose control, which he never wanted. He came out on the street, into the lights. Eyeing the first victim of the night, he leapt for him and took control of his body using the sharp cannines he had. A woman screamed behind, a glass broke somewhere, but he didn't care, he was completely in the moment. The mouse tasted good.