<em><strong>Run!</strong>... Morpheus!... No!</em><br/><br/>Morpheus jerked away, his eyes flashing dangerously, his large bulky figure tensing harshly. A dream... A nightmare. Of past pain, still fresh in his wounds. He shifted up to his feet, clenching his fists, then stretching out. One thing, he did wish he had a human form. It was far harder to track him. It didn't matter.<br/><br/>His body rippled as he changed form, into the large pitch black majestic wolf. The black front paws slid out infront of him as he stretched, then began padding through the forest, hoping to find something worth doing. His new home here was beautiful, but his pack had not survived to see it. Morpheus had lived through so much, but doubted he had the strength to survive the destruction of his pack, and the devastation of being alone. His family, friends and future were stolen away from him by humans, and he made sure he avenged at least one life before coming here.<br/><br/>Morpheus eventually came across a large hill, covered in rocks, and deciding to climb it, he sat on the flat rock at the top, surveying the beauty of the trees, water and even the grass. It was like a gift to the world.