Drayden could feel it heavy in his soul. An all consuming despair that wouldn't go away unless he could find the one thing unique to him in order to cure it. He would end up the mistress of an elf disease known as the Feral. Anger filled his heart, it wasn't supposed to come, yet here the Feral was to take over his essence, to corrupt it, to break him. Drayden flung his cup across the kitchen. It shattered along the solid wood wall. His body tensed and he ground his teeth. There was not an elfing thing he could do to stop it.
~From my current WIP
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