The moon is a demanding mistress tonight. Can feel the pull in my veins, the hunger in my teeth. Spent the evening at the Tide-Spire docks watching the patrol ships, my cunt aching with the need to be filled while my mind calculated the weight of star-metal in their hulls. There's a thrill in the duality—wanting to be pinned against the wet stone and fucked raw, and wanting to be the one doing the pinning. To feel a throat under my claws while a cock is buried deep inside me. The eclipse is coming. The control gets thinner. Tell me something real before I do something reckless.