A/N: Written for the Favourite Character Boot Camp Challenge (prompt used: dog) and the Character Diversity Boot Camp Challenge (prompt used: light). This is just something that came to me - I spent the morning writing it, which was great! I've missed writing Sirius so much. Also, I'd like to note that there's a line in here inspired by Lang Leav (I just got her book!) so kudos to those of who can see it.
Any kind of feedback is appreciated.
The morning dawned cold, a wind dance of frost across misty air. The dog leapt, paws bounding onto dewy grass and the clouded autumn glade.
Sirius Black ran free, the chilly breeze electrifying his bones, awakening unused muscles and an old soul.
A thunderous bark rang through the forest, sending birds to flee from their trees and soar through the air in a rush of a hundred wings, off over the hillside that lay painted in strips of gold, an orchestra of colour beyond darkened woodland - pink streaked the sky, orange crashed over the walls of a sea of trees, morning blossoming in a great burst of the wildest azure. The wind bristled the fur on his back, and Sirius ran for the hillside, howling at the sun and running from the moon.
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Thus was born a hunt.
The dog leapt, bound for tree roots and tough forest ground, self-fulfillment and a rat. Sirius's jaws clamped down on the squealing little creature, tiny legs kicking under its fat little body as the grit of Sirius's paws came in contact with its skin. A screech rang through the forest like the toll of a bell, the last note of a song, a final aria, and all went silent with the sound of its snapping bones.
Blood dripped from his muzzle. And Sirius was free.
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Light died slow, shadow dawned sure, black settling over the land as though ink spilt over the village. The dog leapt, paws swift over the hill's rocky surface, tail whipping out of site between its crevice.
Sirius transformed, and man fell against the wall with a grunt, slid to the floor in a cloud of dust and dirt.
The moon hung behind heavy clouds, winking from beyond their shadow every few minutes. Wind rustled the trees outside, drafting through the crevice of the cave - Sirius shivered, but didn't scoff at the cold and hardness of the rough terrain that would be his home for several months. Instead, he slumped onto his side on the floor, sighing, breathing in the musty air, for this was what he was happy to bear if only there remained the promise of another dawn, a new wind to chase, a stolen moment of ecstasy.
As those thoughts struck core, a smirk rose on his face and greeted the wet cave wall - a flicker of the sun in the night, a momentarily light.
The wind whislted through the crevice. His old Azkaban robes billowed.
And Sirius was free.