Wolfwood is alone in the dark, somewhere he can't see or smell any discerning details about. The wind howls around him, deafening the world.
Does he struggle against the winds? Does he stand there and let the silence take him? Regardless, soon he knows he's not alone. Piercing yellow eyes stare at him in the dark, bestial and ravenous. It's a gaze he knows, a hunger burning in his own belly since the corruption began.
It steps closer and he tries to step back but can't, even as the figure becomes more clear: a wolf man with blood and sinew drips from it's maw. A tattered black jacket hangs from it's haunches, and it's jaws snap as it tries to shake something from it's head. No, Wolfwood cannot back up from it-
A hand gently pets his wolf ear affectionately and a voice he knows to be no more than his new master speaks softly:
[DREAMING] (cw: mild gore)
Does he struggle against the winds? Does he stand there and let the silence take him? Regardless, soon he knows he's not alone. Piercing yellow eyes stare at him in the dark, bestial and ravenous. It's a gaze he knows, a hunger burning in his own belly since the corruption began.
It steps closer and he tries to step back but can't, even as the figure becomes more clear: a wolf man with blood and sinew drips from it's maw. A tattered black jacket hangs from it's haunches, and it's jaws snap as it tries to shake something from it's head. No, Wolfwood cannot back up from it-
A hand gently pets his wolf ear affectionately and a voice he knows to be no more than his new master speaks softly:
You cannot run from yourself, after all.
Wolfwood awakens.