GRRRRRRRRRR

Just a low pitch growl from the back of the throat. Animal. Predator. Teeth showing. Lips snarling. Stance poised. Ready. Slight lean forward. Tense. Ready to strike.

The animal is alive. Life boiling over into madness. Insane action. Blood. Instinct.

Mankind is only a heartbeat away. We have our ancestral anima just under our polished exterior. Waiting. This veneer of civilisation is nothing more than our own lie to ourselves. The kill or be killed instincts guide us daily. The veneer only serving to constrain, restrain and numb the agony of anger.

Of wolf and man. Steppenwolf. Phaedrus. Half man half beast. Wild hunter with table manners. Roaring snarling growling into the night. Death but a whisper away.

Cold eyes razor mind frozen heart ... no compassion. Fight or flight. To the death or just a temporary break. Another sunrise.