I had a dream last night of a wolf like animal bounding through the woods, flanked by two muscular men. It then went on to show a clearing and I was suddenly the victim, caught in a bush. It was really quite odd.
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The murky woodland began to ooze abhorrence, all in admiration for Eric’s equanimity. Cold and alone, he stumbled through the forest, occasionally glancing up at the rapidly darkening sky beginning to fear the worst.
Clutching at his neck desperately, he was alleviated to discover his pendant still present. Its intricate carvings feeling like silk against his dirt caked skin he tucked it back under his tattered shirt and patted it down.
Without warning the silence was pierced by a malicious growling. Rigorous alarm surging throughout him, Eric scrambled for a bush and fell into its displeasing grapple.
What remained of his shirt had now been completely torn in his haste, but it had proven wise for he heard a rustling. Prying the branches aside, his vision fell upon a large dog. It was sniffing the ground, gristle lining its teeth as it let out a low snarl.
Stagnant, Eric’s eyes gradually adjusted to the insufficient light and he realized the dog was not alone. A towering figure stood over it, a huge hand running over the dog’s muscular torso, setting it to ease.
Every muscle in Eric’s body screamed to be released from the tight hold he forced upon them, but he did not move. Knowing very well if he did then he would be no more than a pile of blood and bones.
The figure suddenly bent down at the knees and seemed to whisper something in its ear. The dog emitted a soft whine and bent its head, as if obeying a command.
Before Eric could move, the dog was rearing on its two legs. It’s front legs suddenly growing longer until they resembled that of arms, the same horrific event reoccurring through its legs. The dog howled as its fur began to retract, revealing skin that glistened with sweat.
The dog had now gone. In its place stood a man with his hands clutching at his face, ruptured breathing rippling through his muscular frame.
“Somebody is near, Luc” the man spoke, letting his hands fall from his face. His voice was grating and Eric cringed as the man named Luc spoke.
“Excellent” he replied, pulling something from his pocket.
Stunning Eric, a hiss broke the implausible quiet. An unexpected light pierced the dark and it was then that Eric’s blood ran cold.
Luc’s face was loathsome, an aura of severity about him. A deep scar ran from his eye down to his lip, accentuating a heavily broken nose. Two coal black eyes were barely visible beneath his severely low eyebrows and his head was of skin, not a trace of hair ruining his rigid appearance.
Luc held the match to a branch and handed it to the other man, instantly illuminating the surrounding area. The man was an exact duplicate of Luc, but his face was not scarred but was hidden in thick stubble as Eric had expected.
“I smell it too Darius” Luc held his nose in the air and breathed in deeply, “It’s hiding”.
Terror draped its shadowy cloth over Eric and he was trapped. There was nowhere else to hide. If he tried to fight, these two men could easily overcome him and running was just as impractical.
Darius stepped forward, several twigs breaking under the immense weight. Those twigs would be Eric’s legs if he dared move.
Within little more than two strides, Luc had cleared the ground between them and now stood in front of Eric’s feeble sanction. Inhaling fervently, Luc closed his eyes.
It was then that he met the daunting black eyes he had dreaded since he had perceived them. A slight smile crept over his face, emphasizing the deep wound he bore.
“What do we have here?” A vice like grip ripped Eric from the bush and flung him onto the rough forest floor.
Both men stood over him. They both were much bigger than Eric had first thought, and the thoughts of fighting he had once had were now completely gone. Darius shoved a boot in his side, and Eric groaned. He had never broken a bone, but the crack of his ribs told him otherwise.
“So you’re the one we’ve been sniffing out?" A deadly smile creeping over Luc's face...
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