<strong>SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THESE</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jack had fallen into a fitful but deep sleep. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in darkness, he looked about and could see nothing, not even the hand he held before his face. How could this be? He could see into the infared spectrum of light, his own body heat should have shown like the beacon from a lighthouse in such a darkness? He scented the air and smelled nothing, no sound came to his ears. What was this place he thought with fear rising within him. In fact he felt weak, like a man, like one of the monkeys. What was this? What had become of him?<br/><br/>Gradually a dim light began to resolve itself around Jack, as the illumination increased by degrees his all to human senses began to make out shapes in the darkness around him. A low fog hid his feet and was rising about him creeping up to the level of his knees. A lush forest was now discernable in the murk surrounding him. Tall, dark conifers stood in mute witness to his vulnerability. Even a human nose could smell the richness of the forest about him, could smell the cleansing moisture of a fresh rain in the dark air about him. Silver rays of moonlight seeped through cracks in the dense foliage to cast a dappled glow across the fog that was now nearly hip deep. What the hell was going on here? For the first time since becoming cursed with his mystical affliction Jack was truly and deeply afraid as only a mortal man could be. He cringed, alone in the dark and when he heard the first crack of a branch being deliberately crushed underfoot he gave a startled jump and yelped his surprise. Somewhere at the limits of his vision something moved in the deep mist creating silver eddies in the fog to mark its path. Jack froze in place sucking in and hold a breath, not even daring to exhale. Jack was no longer a predator he was prey!<br/><br/>A menacing growl issued from somewhere within the fog around him, to his left? His right? Jesus, he couldnt tell where it was coming from! He was so pathetic as a man! Just another one of the sheep now!Another growl, now closer and the thing moving in the mist was leaving a large wake. A large wake meant a large body! Jack took a faltering step back. Another rumbling growl escaped the darkness to assault his frayed nerves backing him another step from the terrible sound. Another snap of a branch and Jack straining his ears became aware of the soft sounds of footfalls across wet pine needles. Whatever was out there was letting him hear its approach, feeding on his fear and anxiety. This was not how a beast would hunt, but something evil, something that took pleasure in the kill not merely killing for sustenance. It was a perversion of nature and Jack was deathly afraid that he knew what stalked him. The throaty growl rose in volume and pitch to become a savage snarl of pure hate and Jack turned and ran for his own dear life.<br/><br/>A coughing roar exploded from the darkness behind him and Jack could hear claws tearing into earth and fallen branches for traction. It was hopeless of course, even in his panic Jack knew how this race was destined to end but the reptile brain, that most basic and primal part of us pushed him forward refusing the quick and clean death. It was not a thing that could accept its own end and so Jack ran blindly in the darkness till his legs ached and his lungs burned. Several times he tripped and fell over unseen obstacles. Blood ran freely from lacerations caused be sharp sticks and rough stones seeping from his hands and forearms. The smell of blood in the air seem to excite the terrible thing that pursued him but maddeningly never caught him, never put an end to this farce of him attempting to escape its claws. It was enjoying this too much, savoring his pain, his fear his complete and utter weakness. Jack let out a strangled cry of doomed frustration from his tortured lungs. Every breath was swallowing fire, his legs quivered uncontrollably threatening collapse with each passing second.<br/><br/>Up ahead the forest was thinning, opening up to a bright light. Salvation? Didnt matter Jack had no choice but to run and could only move and painful desperation to the blaze of brilliant whiteness before him. The light, surely such a light meant salvation from the darkness and the thing that dwelt there! Jack ran like a man with nothing left to lose and his failing body accepted his demands with a final burst of adrenaline. Jack broke into the clearing and in the great and revealing light almost toppled into the chasm below. He found not salvation instead stopping short of the edge of a cliff face that fell away into an unknowable abyss of blackness beyond the reach of even the brilliance lighting the sky before him. Jack turned his eyes skyward to see that his so called salvation was the moon hanging low and gravid in the sky. It was so close! So huge, it seemed to fill his entire view in one great pale gleam. Behind him and the edge of the wood he heard a cruel chugging growl that sounded much like the laughter of a beast if such a thing were possible. Jack turned to face the hidden monster lurking somewhere before him still hidden within shadow and forest.<br/><br/>He could see the fog clinging the the forest parting around some enormous dark shape. The muzzle emerged first all yellow fangs and black lips curled away from them in the parody of a smile. The fur was matted and the color of dried blood (or was it just covered in blood?), Jack couldnt tell either way in the explosion of silver radiance behind him. Fierce yellow eyes burned through the obscuring mist as the thing pressed its advance. A monstrous wolf, far more massive and muscled than any living beast since the passing of the dire wolf into extinction and history. Its eyes shown with bright triumph.<br/><br/><Nowhere left to run Jackie boy.><br/><br/>The words scrapped across his mind like claws across stone, and Jack's eyes widened in shock. The great beast moved forward and Jack could no longer retreat, his only other option way to fall away into the darkness below.<br/><br/><Yes boy you hear me, you see me and now you must accept me.><br/><br/>The Wolf stood then, like a man yet it would never be a man, it would always be a beast no matter what stance it took. It stalked closer to Jack and he turned from it gazing into the blackness below. A better end surely, quicker, cleaner, surely thr right thing to do?<br/><br/><You have only me or oblivion boy.><br/><br/>Jack's eyes sought the great pale eye of the moon hanging before him, so close it seemed he could touch it. Its silver light was somehow comforting, forgiving, he could feel it caressing his skin, seducing his senses.<br/><br/><Accept me boy and you will always know her love and have my power. Leave this weakness you cling to behind.><br/><br/>Jack turned back to face the thing that he could no longer run from....himself. He opened his arms wide and tilted his head back to expose his throat. The Wolf rocketed eagerly forward and crashed into Jack with locomotive force. Powerful arms encircled Jack crushing him to the beast. The huge mouth widened and he felt fangs puncture the soft flesh covering the most vital vessels in his body. His life was torn away as he was flung over the precipice by the force of the creature's attack. Weightless they tumbled into the dark as Jack's eyes dilated in death becoming fixed on the moon above. The moon which never shrunk away as he fell, her grace would never leave him.<br/><br/>Jack shot bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat his heart hammering in his chest, his entire body quaking, breathing coming out in ragged gasps. He looked upon himself an found he was covered in maroon fur, black claws curling from the ends of his fingers. His bed was ruined, sheets and mattress torn asunder beneath him. What was all that, he only changed uncontrollable during the full moon and that was a week off. Had he dreamed or was that...real? Jack didnt know what to think, he was about to try and shift back to his manform when his sense (his once again wonderfully heightened senses) brought a scent unlike any other to his nose. It was a smell so acutely female it nearly painful to his long denied body. It made his loins ache like never before and Jack burned with a bright and primal desire. It was coming from the next room, the room owned by Ares. Jack was aware of cursed flung between two gods and his senses bore witness to their passion. It was unbearable! The goddess within WAS desire and the wolf wanted her like nothing else, he MUST have her! Must take her and dominate, make her his submissive, his mate. But she was with an alpha that not even the Wolf could challenge.<br/><br/>Jack stormed from his room, claws clicking on the tile as he raced from the building as he loped on all fours. He must get away, must escape his need for the goddess before the Wolf pressed him to challenge Ares for the right to the female. Jack fled the school and was off the grounds within seconds. He surged into the city, he had to satisfiy at least one need if he were going to keep his sanity. Tonight he must hunt and the forest was many miles away.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>