The Forest was still dark, deep shadows every where, I came, flowing out of the ground mist, a doorway to reality shutting and in sparkle of gold energy I materialised. My padded feet deep in the mulch of the wet forest floor. Something had called me from my wanderings. Some cry deep within from without it had screamed for me. The mist rose around me, I sniffed the air, I could feel the dew drops form on my silver dark coat. My shackles were up, there was a deathly silence. No bird song, no scurrying sounds of the forest creatures. The light of the sun wasn't up, and my vision was restricted to the shadows all-round, shifting patterns of grey.
I padded forward, tasting the air, baring my teeth as the feeling of fear came in the mist. Then the silence was broken by a terrified scream. I broke and ran forward, instinct telling me where to go, the trees no more than tall sentinels, shrouded in low mist and shadow sped by as I ran through the forest. The rush of adrenaline poured through me, pushing me to the limits as I raced, leaping over half broken trees and the litter of the Forest. Changing direction to find the quickest path. Through brambles, their barbs pricking me but of no consequence, no thought but to help the one that screamed. A voice I knew, but couldn't place, a heat was rising within me and I ran and ran.
I crashed through the brush into a torch lit clearing, in the centre laid out on the ground was a petite figure wrapped in torn gossamer white, around danced stick like figures, with grotesque masked faces, they were using sharp sticks to poke and torment their captive. Their play was broken as they drew more blood, the smell reaching me and without pause I was upon them. Like the cowards they were they scattered, With a few well timed snaps, my jaws breaking arm bones like the twigs they seemed to be. A few held courage and tried to use their spears, but my anger was greater and my howls made them scatter back into the forest.
As leaves floated gently down, a soft whimper came from the form, staked out on the grass. The mist cleared as I slowly padded over, the arms were scratched, thin trickles of blood ran into the grass, the blood drew me closer, the warm sweet smell was enticing, Looking down upon I brown hair wild upon the face, I knew, I just knew and as I gently used my nose to brush the hair away your delicate face, with eyes now closed was revealed to me.
My heart swelled, my hunger deepened as I gazed upon you - the one, a dream haunting a dream I knew once upon a time.
The white gossamer was thin and no more than rags upon your cut and bleeding body. You had been staked star fashion stretched out for some evil game.
I felt the saliva drip from my lips, my hunger for you was growing, the blood calling deep. My compassion won and I went to your wrist and found you tied with some strange bond. A thin silver line tied to a stake. I tried to cut through but all I received were bleeding teeth and sore gums.
I knew I couldn't free you but I could heal your wounds, maybe you knew of a way. I padded over and licked your hand, the blood rich, my tongue feeling the soft palm, the skin sweet. A small wound closed and a low sigh came from you. I slowly licked up your arm. The blood and leaves disappearing with the dirt as I carefully cleaned every part.
When I reached your shoulder the thin shift seemed to disintegrate further, small threads hampered my progress so I tore it from you, As it flew from you it shimmered with its own light and for a moment I saw in glorious colour your fragile beauty clearly. You were pale, your skin shone creamy, your breasts, with small pink nipples seemed to rise in the cold air. Your legs smooth, your beauty quite divine. You smelt so lovely that I returned to licking you slowly once more, the blood from your throat cleared, the taste made my tongue tingle and I lapped a little harder, soft moans continued and as I came to your breast I paused eyeing the raised nipple, the soft mound delicate but there was blood and really I should give it a gentle lick.
I knew that I shouldn't hesitate but the redness seemed to blush across your skin and a low growl rumbled deep in my throat as I watched fascinated as it grew. Your skin flushed a rosy pink. My senses shook as I realised the colour was returning. I knew the change would come soon.