@@DESCRIPT="The Wolf Never Dies by TS" 
                       The Wolf Never Dies

     I run, my naked feet pouncing on the twigs, being scarred with
blood.  I run unbalanced, scared that I will fall at any moment. 
Bushes and tree branches scratch at my skin as I run by them but I
only feel the pain slightly as I know the pain behind me is much
greater, much more serious, and getting closer.
     I can hear it breaking through the leaves as it tries to catch
up with me.  It screams at me causing my heart to race with every
howl.  I can feel its hunger, I can sense it smelling my odor, I
knows its close. 
     I keep my eyes forward, always trying to jump the fallen
trees, knowing if I don't it will mean the end of me.  Blood drips
down from my forehead through a line of sweat that flows across my
lips.  It's bitter taste sickens me, yet excites me at the same
time.  The complete darkness of the forest almost blinds me but my
torn feet feel the earth below and I feel as if a sixth sense tells
me of the dangers near me. 
     The forest surrounds me like a cave and his screaming bounces
off every wall.  My head rocks back and forth with the sound, my
ears ring, my legs run faster, and the screaming only gets louder. 
His breath, deep and quick, but in a pattern, not sounding used or
tired, gets closer.  His dark shadow covers my tracks.
     With saliva dripping from my mouth, blood running out of my
veins, and my breaths growing short, I can feel myself slowing
down.  I curse myself a thousand times in my mind, my fears rush to
the front of my eyes, my feet losing their hold on the ground.
     And I am falling forward, a collection of leaves and fallen
branches lie like my death bed.  The air being taken out from me as
I hit the ground, my hands feeling the sharp rocks tear into my
skin.  All hope for survival flies away.  And I am there, lying
naked across the forests floor, bleeding and searching for breath. 
His shadow falls over me.  I search its eyes hoping for mercy but
it jumps at me.  It's dark coat blinding my eyes, its fangs tearing
into my skin, my warm blood spilling across the leaves.
     My fists pound into the deep padding of its fur but its of no
use.  He can only feel my sweet blood running through his throat. 
His sour breath washing over me like a shot of whiskey that goes
right to your head.  Fangs like knives trying to pull my soul out
of my body.  My final breath rising as I feel his teeth surround my
heart. 
     And I wake up from the dream forgetting everything.  My silk
sheets soaked with perspiration and blood for reasons I don't know. 
My heart rising and falling with a thud and a pain that hurts all
over.  Sleep trying to tell me I'm still dreaming and to close my
eyes once again.  In a half dazed I close my eyes and search for
the safety of sleep once again.  My lips whisper words that mean
nothing to me: "The wolf never dies."  And though its sounds
foreign, my mind thinks of those words before I fall asleep and I
know they are the answers to everything I've looked for. 
 

Chap. 2
     I am running, the smell of fresh meat guiding me forward.  My
legs crushing the grass and twigs below me.  My heart jumping under
my fur, his scent floating before me like a seeable object. Saliva
like a pool in my mouth keeping me attracted to the taste. 
     I jump fallen branches, scurrying to get close to the prey. 
I can feel the juices slithering across my tongue, his body being
crushed by my teeth.  I scream into the depths of the forest as my
stomach growls along with me.  I can sense his fear but I sense
something else as well, excitement.  He is enjoying the chase.  Not
for long.
     Dead trees slap at my coat and I can feel a hint of blood
starting to soak into my fur.  My legs stronger than ever before
pound forward towards the victim.  My howls echoing across the
trees, my breaths coming quicker but still at an even pace. 
     And he's ahead of me, falling, his legs pulled out from under
him like a chinese rug.  I run faster, watching his body shake and
moan as he tries to get up.  But its too late, I stand over him. 
My tongue licking across my lips, tasting him before I ever touch
him.
     I howl one last time and then dive down onto his body.  My
teeth finding the blood that quenches my thirst.  Deep penetrating
holes in his skin, I tear back the flesh drawing a river of blood
that flows down my throat.  His veins bulging under my fangs as his
arms begun pounding into my chest.  But his arms are dead, I feel
only a soft pat across my skin. 
     My face inside him, feeding, finding the source of his sweet
blood.  Clenching, I howl, my teeth sinking into his heart, and I
hear him laugh.  I lift my head out of him.  My green eyes
searching his own.  He is alive, almost as much as I am.  We scream
at each other, are howls breaking through the silence of the
forest.
     And I awake up from the dream with a kiss of blood running
across my lips.  The dream is long forgotten from my mind.  But as
I close my eyes for the night, I hear my mouth speak the words "The
wolf never dies."  And with those words I understand why I am who
I am and why I do what I do.  And for the final time I speak to the
emptiness of my room "The wolf never dies and I am the wolf."
