It is a dream of mine:
I am running through a dense forest, thick leafes and branches are flying through the air, because the winds are blowing strong.
I try to hide my face from the impacts and miss a root, because my vision is blocked. I fall down, face first into the crackling grounds of the woods. As i lift my head i hear the howling of the winds intensify. But was it really the wind?
Bones start to freeze and my skin shivers. Maybe I'm already hearing things ...
The lift up from the ground is accompanied by a sharp pain in my knee. The skin has been torn under the harsh contact with the somewhat wet, and yet hard surface.
I sense danger, but i can not for the life of it make out what it is that uneases me.
As the following seconds pass, i recognize a rockformation that i've already passed and start to panic. I've lost my orientation. Suddenly, i hear a howling behind me, closer and distinct, not from the winds, not by the passing of the air between the trees, but an animalistic howl.
No answer, but the caller might be on my trail.
i start to run. Past the formation, this time to the left, but to no avail. Theres nothing to reach or find there. It's a dead end.
When i turn around, i stare into a black wall of furred breast. A thundering growl emitted by a powerfull lung and throat cuts through the winds and raises every hair on my body.
the creature before me is a mix between a wolf and a humanoid creature, but it is far bigger than both combined. Slowly it approaches me on both his long legs, that are suspiciously similar formed to those if a wolf, while his right arm lifts itself into my direction, like a human would if it tried to grab something.
I scurry backwards, flimsy and coreshaken by fright and disbelief.
This can't be real, this isn't possible. The terrors of my dreams can't pass the realm of the phases to reality. I feel the cold stone of my dead end - perhaps my end in my back. The stretched out claw gets closer, even closer. The loud growl emitted sounds strangely vivid. Suddenly, the yellow eyes of the creature start to glow in a terrifying dim light. The stretched out claws place themselves onto the stone right next to my head and a swirling sound, accompanied by a crackling of stone is heard. The glow in his eyes vanishes as quick as it appeared.
The wall openes and a crack in the stone reveals a passage right next to me.
A devilish smirk appears on the mask of the blackfurred creature as the paw of his once placed hand now grabs the fabric on my shoulder and he licks his upper muzzle
I am nothing, going to be nothing but a mere prey, in the hands of this beast
I am beeing dragged into a cave with no way of escaping.
Why on gods given earth is my mouth forming a sheepishly smile...
and for the love of god, why am i aroused!?!