Full Definition of RAPACIOUS

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:  excessively grasping or covetous

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:  living on prey

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:  ravenous <a rapacious appetite>

— ra·pa·cious·ly adverb

— ra·pa·cious·ness noun

[“Rapacious.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 7 Feb. 2014. <http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rapacious>.]

This is not an English lesson.

This is the description of a mood, a feeling, a presence that has me restless these days.

I don’t get this way often any longer.  For the better part of my single existence I manage this segment of myself so that I can move through life undetected.

When the fire starts I douse it swiftly because I understand that it feeds on itself and can leave a path of utter destruction in its wake.

I fed the fire once, one night in Atlantic City.  I paced back and forth in my suite.  My face flushed, my teeth bared and I howled at the moon I could not see.  I placed a phone call and my prey arrived.  One man. One woman.  Three hours later they were spent.  I was still pacing.  I hit the poker table that night as well and walked away with $1,000 richer than when I sat down.  Still I paced. Unsatisfied.  Unfilled. When I returned home a day later the feeding continued.  Names and faces flooded my abode, my hunger unsatisfied no matter what we did.  We did a lot.  We did it often.  I never did get full, my thirst never stopped but my mouth was no longer dry so I stopped.

I stopped with great difficulty, but I stopped.

I fed the fire another night.  It hit me at a cook out and it was hotter than the coals that seared the meat. By 2 am there were three of them.  By 6 am my three male companions were drained and exhausted.  I paced.  By 9 am they were gone and 3 more were in their place. By noon they were incredulous that I demanded more. I did not choose to stop that time.  I was quieted by the look of fear on their faces.

I took that fear and used it as a reason to stop.  I was much younger then.  Your fear today will spur me on.  It will make me more powerful and you even more vulnerable. I welcome your fear in the same way I welcome your tears.

I am in one of those moods now.  I am single minded in my focus of what I desire, yet unable to act on my urges today, or tomorrow or the day after.

Predator on the hunt is one way to describe it, yet I like this particular word.  Tonight I am greedy beyond measure and if given the opportunity I would burn this bitch to the ground.

In my history there is one who’s been able to meet my intensity when I get this way.

Aside from that one it takes many, several, countless to settle me to the point that I can calm down again and walk among you undetected.

The object of my affection today, and tomorrow and the day after might fear me in my natural state.  I fear for them if I cannot settle this down some before we meet.

I do not wish them to fear me, rather I want to infect them with my primal need so they can go out and hunt their own.

I want to teach the world to howl, in the same way that I howl so that I am not alone in my need and greed.

If you see me coming, do you dare to join me on my mission?

I want to feed.