Its midnight. The moon is up and the mist is covering it ever so slightly.
The wind is whistling. The pain is foreseen in such force it makes me breathless.
Whispering in the night, A fatal growl escapes my lips.
Slowly lifting my head I howl at the silvery moon. Walking quietly though the forest.
My eyes see though the darkest of nights I'm an animal
made out of the blackest, and darkest of nights. 2 comments
I'm an animal- a beast I see the fire a few miles away. Walking toward the
open flame. I leap in the air, My claws swipe the air. I land on
my four paws. My eyes searching for something. I jump
though the flames. I growl at the other creature. Hidden
in the shadows. I lift my head once again i howl at the not
so hidden moon. I turn, and walk in the night as if
nothing has happened. While, the blackest of black
eyes watch me as I walk, and never turn back. 1 comment
