(Poem originally finished on October 8th 2011)

Something dormant lays inside of me
A need to play and a need to manipulate.
Wielding an appearance none would suspect
My bidding is done by the powers I possess.

Welded to the fibres of my very being
Is a soulful creature only this body can encapsulate.
More meets the eye than what it can perceive
The black dog of the night gives no chances to guess.

Perceptions of the weak are voluptuously overruled
Even when they befall the rise of inhumanity.
Disguise is the name of the game I play
Few suspect the work of a deity.

Green lights of the brightest days and the blackest of nights
Eyes of death awaken, eyes of life observe.
Looking around the places my bold life takes me to
Sometimes I seek my demise, sometimes I seek prey.
Various scents and emotions in the air where I go
Inability to ignore, ability to give or serve.
An appearance I can alter to bend to my needs
Deception proves delightful, surprise suddenly I may.

Relishing not in a field of skulls
But delighting in the pleasure I get from who I cross.
Even those who've fallen at my paws
Have learned the art of a creature of his own boss.

Powerful disguise serves to wonderfully manipulate
To captivate in a way that few ever see past.
A scent and an appearance that awakens internal instincts
Helps me to achieve my objectives with no time passed.

This brings me to a catboy whom I'd laid my eyes on
A seemingly innocent and very timid creature.
He seemed very shy when I came up to him
Remaining fixed on his features.

Felinus features and instincts too, blend into a human body and mind
With paws in place of human hands and the blue fur to match.
I could tell that he could hear me, his powerful sense of smell picks me out
He meows in surprise at the sight of me as a mouse.
Soon he began to salivate, however much he tried to hold it back
Delighting me then were thoughts of going down the hatch.
Remaining fixated on me, barely able to keep his eyes from me
A pounce is imminent, in his saliva I’ll be doused.

He tries to conceal his instincts the best he can
But I see right through the guise that he displays.
An idea forms within me at his uttered words
I spot a way to draw out his feline side in my way.

With a smile within but a scowl outside
I motion and mention that I need to leave.
Finding myself taking pure joy in this
He grabs hold of me with a wicked grin weaved.

I resist and try with all my might to fight against his hold
But he only grips me tighter as he toys with his catch.
He makes it clear that his intention is to eat
With a secluded alleyway to match.

I realize there is no stopping of his internal killing force
As he grips me in his paws and wildly licks his lips.
Attempting to cry out for help, his solid grip on me tightens
Without any further ado his drooling mouth opens.
Terror shows in my eyes and serves to give the spark to his lusting
With two sets of claws as sharp as two rows of steel tips.
Inside I’m begging him to start eating as our hearts quickly pound
When he stuffs my head in his mouth, I get my wish in ten.

He cries out and begins to purr as he savours the taste of my fur
It takes me a lot of effort to stop myself from doing the same.
Rapaciously and rabidly gulping me down as I try to flee
Totally unaware he’s granting my wishes and playing my game.

Divinity I feel when he takes in my shoulders
Devouring me quickly and purring to his joy.
He does not cease for one moment to pause or to breathe
An experienced predator with whom I toy.

No longer is he a cute and sweet catboy, predatorial instinct crowned
A hungry monster relentless in his pursuit to down his meal.
By now he has advanced to my hips and my tail
At melting point is my zeal.

Pretending to squeak and scream for help between each gulp
Descending further into his body with each slick motion.
He does not perceive my deception at any time
Pulsating darkness covers my every inch with no end in sight.
Soon my hips slip in and follow the rest of me down
Another moan at his mousey treat stirs my brimming potion.
When my head graces the entrance of his waiting stomach
In my wish to look convincing, I hold back in my will to fight.

I sense him sticking out his paws for balance
As gravity helps to further my descent.
Soon I’m forcibly curled into his stomach
Which only leads to my delight’s ascent.

More so when he runs his paw along his bloated belly
I can’t help but to kick out at the muscular walls in elation.
His purring and his taunting are signs he enjoyed his meal
Just as I expect, there’s no mercy, no remorse, and no salvation.

Imminently I can expect his stomach to get to work on his mousey meal
A painful end in excruciation to any creature that can be named.
But for me it is merely the start of another adventure
My regeneration is the key that I’ve tamed.

After my body is digested and converted into his fuel
I realize that I will not be the last of his live meals.
The future packs much surprise, I might meet him again in the future
The true pain of digestion is easy for me to mitigate.
My spirit rises from the destroyed rodent, already with a plan formed
But it involves no revenge, his life I don’t want to steal.
Without him knowing, I ponder as I watch and follow him above
Where will my next mission take me? Excitement shall bloom in my sate

Here we have a gift for Zeara, showing his deity and canine character Zeara in his most menacing form and in Chalodillo's chibi style. This artist has managed to combine darkness and cuteness so well in this image, and she's done well conveying Zeara's personality. Great work all round. :3 This also includes the poem that was later written about this picture, showing a roleplay I once did with him. ^^

Original image: Not available (no longer exists in artist's gallery)