Howling in the dark

al Beg

yes a brilliant green that shines like emeralds. However, thick glasses hide their spectacular beauty, with lenses that dull her eyes' brightness

eterminedly on her form, on the muddy ground. Thunder roars over her head, crackles of li

le forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if that happens, no one to call for help. Her cell phone

anymore, though, so she does

. A living nightmare surrounds her, the terrible breeze slamming the rain into random destinations, the plants

s to make her as miserable as possible. She feels dirty, the mud giving her a sick feeli

s impossib

ins of life would fade away. She wonders why God had to give her the ugly face

have to be th

king into the dirt. Unbelievably, the water starts to pour even harder from the hectic skies, temperature dropping by t

ld get

atures. Is she really ready to let herself die

of fear enters

r each of them, reaching with a delicate hand to try to catch the clouds t

ruly rea

at it, awe searing through her at its beauty. It truly is a wonderful sight, the perfect circle illuminated by pure white light, the

her shoulder. She gasps in pain, her

the dark clouds ste

emains in her position, pain etched in her face. She grabs the strang

owards her. It is big, about the size of a nickel, fa

is frozen. Death is finally here to take her away. This is what she wants, righ

ing that is taking

is a howl in the night as the terrible

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d breathing pounds in his ears

e in his territory at this time. It is terrible timing for th

the night o

is just perfect. He wo

throws them violently into the air, lightning flashing over his head. There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distrac

fear

curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating

actually wandered into their midst. Humans generally ha

g, and he feels himself falling even harder into the realm of lust. He begins to crave this curious smell, and his paws start to move by themselves. He does n

be an option, for he fears that i

to his target, weaving a web around him until he will never be able to escape. He is the fly, and it

ck is this wily

ent is everything, and he experiences pretty aromas every day. Nothing, though, amounts to this

nters the scent, making the sugary quality go away and polluting the smell he needs so badly

owever, the bad part is that he begins to feel the same emotions it does.

it was currently emitting. He wants to make it happy, so the taste of fear will disappear fr

can barely see them move. The longing is coursing through him, intensely c

es away. It is a beautiful little area, with lovely flowers and green bushes, the trees

t first, it is nowhere to be seen. But after he adjusts his eyes a little, he spots a figure in the di

s. It is hard to distinguish, the mud camouflaging it in the dirt. W

eature, it is still the most b

m, never releasing his gaze. Her hair is a ruby red, tumbling to her shoulders, the rain making

happening, the beats growing faster. He begins to grow panicked

pleas, binding him even closer to th

o meet the girl. It delves into her skin, soaking her with the white lig

he has just done something terribly, horribly

e, races through his body. Nothing g

fect, he feels himself falling into a bottomless pit of endless love. Th

, are listless. She stares past him, as if she doesn't notice he is even there. Painful tears evacuate her, pouring down her form. A small gash on h

nap shut, fear overtaking her. The scent is consumed by terror, terror he has to eliminate if he wants to experi

ral howl as he soar