Gloriously Red, Like a Dream

@Bane

A glorious sight dances around tall trees. Layers of red scatter across the earth. A tan and brown wolf carefully steps into the beauty. What is this marvelous place in the territory? Merely the sight of Blackfeather from the outside is enough to draw him in. But this? It is a bleeding forest, touching his natural killer instinct. Home, the voices confirm. Belong, they sing. He lays in the center of it. The trees are loose, spread out in the maroon scene. Eyes slowly scan around him. There is no one here. Strong limbs stretch out across the red sea. He nuzzles the flowers, tail wagging. His head rubs along the soft ground. A sigh escapes him, this is enough to curb his need. For now.

A giddiness sings inside him. He jumps to his paws, leaping through the flowers. Stopping, he burries his head in them again. Teeth snap joyfully. Bounding up again, swift legs dart around the dark trees. The world slows; he rolls through the beauty. On his back, he gazes up at the now lightening sky. Teeth show, he snarls at the morning. Dark, the voices command. Forever, they wish. Imagine a world that was forever night. He could rule it. Lurking in this forest, hunting the wolves. It could only be a dream. But think of the fear he could give. Lust grips him, he groans. What he would give to have something to hunt now. Sitting up, ears swivel. There's is only silence.

Laying his head down, a growl rumbles in his throat. He needs prey. A sudden yawn assaults him. His eyelids feel heavy. He moves his head from one paw to the other. Finding his right foreleg more comfortable, he closes his eyes. A paw twitches; dreams dance in his mind. A black wolf walks through red water. He appears in front of it, laughing. The wolf turns, splashing color over tall trees. Again he stands tall and menacingly in it's path. It skids to a stop, turning to run again. He plays with it. Allowing it to think it can get away. Suddenly he leaps onto it's back, teeth tearing into its flesh. Blood soaks into his fur. The wolf cries in terror of him. The sound fills him with absolute joy. He bites its neck, wrenching it from side to side. A snap echoes through the trees, he lets the body fall. All around him, wolves slip like shadows from the trees. He stands above them, triumphant. One by one they bow, he howls his victory.