It felt good to sleep in the open every now and then and his body was grateful for the rest after chasing the poxy deer. The fact the small doe had run away from him so long continued to irritate him, holding sleep away from him for awhile until his mind drifted deep into dreams. Colour surrounded him, everything abstract and undefined; his emotions were neither happy nor sad, just neutral like the shapeless blur of colours around him. In the centre of it all he was sat cross-legged with his eyes closed... only there wasn't a single scar upon him and he looked younger, less tainted by the cruelties of the world. Intrigued he zoned his mind onto the image of his purer self, the grey boy-him rose unsteadily to his feet, smiling brightly and running forward. Twisting he watched the child run and continue running, laughing, smiling, jumping about joyfully without a care in the world. Within his chest his heart began to race, he wanted to run with the child-him and smile like him.
Before him his arm reached out, transparent and not really there, a glance down confirmed the rest of him was transparent like his arm. Then the screaming started, the sound ripped his heart apart but all around him others started screaming, whimpering and crying out, their pleads coming out as nonsense. Panic filled him and he searched through the colours for his young self only to find two bodies, blurry and indistinguishable, covered in blood and clearly dead with a white wolf stood over them. Staring at the scene he began to move towards it, only to have his attention drawn past the two bodies to the younger him surrounded by wolves, they were bullying him and the leader was a white wolf... faster the dream seemed to go... a white female buried alive... the betrayal of a white one he loved... the white one who stole his love... every single one of them was white. No... no.. no.. NO. He screamed and tried to wake himself up, but he couldn't escape... the floor was bleeding read, soaked in blood and the colourless surroundings began to take form and fade to white wolves... always white wolves.
In the distance he could hear the piercing caws of three crows and slowly he opened his mind, dark ears flicking back at the sound of a males voice. Reaching out to his side he went to grab his katana, only to remember he hadn't bothered to bring it with him. Searching for the sound of the voice blue eyes soon fell upon a somewhat familiar form. Damn it, you sure know how to wake someone up he growled at the male, taking his anger out on the other without meaning to; he generally wasn't pleasant in the morning, more so after having such a dream. Where the heck did you appear from? he asked, toning his voice down a little. Looking for the crows he gestured for them to stop their racket.
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