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She ran, in her dream she ran as fast as she could. An unseen menace chased her through the dark and forbidding forest. Unseen he was but she knew the cruel and mocking laugh that followed her like smoke, always taunting and never left behind. Lucifer chased her through the darkness that seemed to be caused by his blackened soul and pelt. All around her the laughter seemed to come from, echoing through the trees until the female hybrid was completely turned around in her own mind and was unknowing of which way to run and which way she had come from. Panic set into her bones, making breath hard to take in and quick to leave, short bursts of air that neither soothed her burning lungs nor cured her aching muscles.
In the darkness something moved and she automatically reached down for her knives only to find that they were missing from their sheaths. A cold wind flickered against her fur, and through the blackness the squeak of a newly born pup floated to her, she had heard it only once before yet knew its owner as though it were her own howl. She staggered towards it, suddenly her legs didn't want to support her weight. She reached the bundle of fur as the suffocating gloom and picked him up. As she did a flash of silver caught her eye and in a motion quicker than she could react to her own knife plunged towards the child in her arms. Sensing his own death coming for him her son squeaked again, a high pitched cry that spoke of the pain to come and his helplessness against it. The sound tore at her heart and yet she wolfdog was riveted to the spot, unable to move as the deadly weapon came down.
She woke with a start, a gasp falling from her lips and her arm already raising as though to ward off a blow that would never come. Her heart pounded its high speed beat in her ears as she swung her legs off of the bed, the wood floor was cool against her paws. Behind her the slow, even breathing of Temo was all that broke the silence of the room. From the window she could see that the sun was nowhere close to rising and the moon still visible in the sky and stars twinkled beside it. She listened to his breaths, timing her own in to fall with it and slowly the calm tempo slowed her rapid heart and stopped her hands from shaking but there was no escaping from her emotions. Rage and grief burned through her, branding her on the inside in a familiar way that also somehow managed to be completely new as well.
She sighed deeply and laid back down, the old bed creaked and protested under the fresh application of her weight but only while she was moving, as she lay still once more its complaining stopped and it settled down.
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