July 23, 2015, 03:08 PM
:P
Everything was burning.
He ran through the trees, searching. For what, he did not know. But he knew it was imperative that he found it, and frantic, he hurtled recklessly through the flames. A voice called out, and he fled towards it.
Instantly, he was there, watching. And, just as suddenly, the flames were not fire, but twisted shadows, tearing at the wolf who they had surrounded as she cried out. He was unable to move, unable to speak, as she was rent, her fearful eyes on him, pleading for him to save her. To save them.
Children. They too were surrounded, and as he watched, one of the shadows took form. Horrified, he looked on as Junior went after one of the crying pups, only to be set upon as well. So much death, so much....
Dante awoke with a strangled cry, rolling over and pressing his trembling forelegs against the ground. Abruptly he lowered his muzzle and shut his eyes as, unbidden, he felt tears roll down his cheeks. Stupid, stupid. It was only a dream. His teeth clenched angrily, but he could not stem the tide.
So he let it engulf him. And, shaking with silent sobs, he finally let loose the pain that had twisted within these past couple of weeks. Bottled up, it had only grown more angry, more hungry. So now it devoured him, leaving him no choice but to submit. He hadn't cried in years.