|is it real? or am i mad?
||[Jun. 8th, 2004|11:52 am]
watching the horizon, the silhouette of the wolf in the full moon takes him to a place he has been to before, if not in this life. the people around him begin to disgust him, and he reaches for a sword. a sword that is not there. he falls to his knees overcome by a feeling of helplessness and a despondent surrender. when his eyes close a circle of black hatred grows larger until it forces his eyelids open again, and it forces the air out of his lungs in a violent scream that turns the heads of all those in earshot. slowly the circle grows, and begins burning. forgetting language and humanity he runs forward at top speed, and instinctively they run from him, caught by surprise, the first humans flesh is shredded by gnashing teeth and flailing nails. in combination with the terrified shriek of a mother as her child is torn to shreds, the wolfs howl drives him forward. everything that he sees does nothing but fuel his hatred, and more die. no mercy. rising from the last corpse, he howls in response, the anger subides, and he returns to where he belongs.|