Where do these shackles lead you
04-29-2014, 03:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-29-2014, 03:17 PM by Wael.)
Blue eyes were narrowed in fear, and a gray head whipped around to glance at a wolf behind him. Of course, to any other wolves, it would just look like he was afraid. The truth of it was, no other wolf could see the wolf. It wasn't real. Nothing more than a figment of Wael's imagination. So, when he whipped around again, it was no surprise that his ears, soaked with rainwater, were flattened to his head. As the hallucination moved closer, Wael noticed that he was dropping to the ground, his tail shoved between his legs. "Please.....Please, go away! He whimpered as the wolf slowly moved closer, it's red eyes burning into his deep blue eyes. Wael closed his eyes and waited for the fangs to dig into him, to rip into him and kill him. But it never came. Instead, the only thing he felt was the rain pouring on him, harder than ever. Shivering from the cold and his own fear, Wael got up, and stumbled along, his gray fur soaked and muddy. He walked past a bunch of trees that wouldn't let him see, until he got closer. A plain. Suddenly, he was face to face with the black wolf, and a yelp escaped from his jaws. "N-No! Please don't hurt me! He whimpered, rolling onto his back in submission again. But when he did that, he noticed that it was a white wolf, not a black wolf. It's eyes were green, not red. Quickly, Wael got to his paws, mud covering his fur again, and he tilted his head. Speech, |