He finally got free. Finally. After so long. And now he just runs. He doesn't know where he is or where he's going, but he knows he has to run. His teeth are bared as his huge paws slam against the ground. Destri's lungs burn, his paws are probably bloody. He's hungry, and he's hurting, and he's tired. He has to go. Just keep going. Damnit, he wants to be human again. He wants to be human so bad, but the poison won't let him turn. It's not deadly, but he just wants to be a man. He runs faster.
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