Feral
I felt wild. I let my inner beast free, controlling it with magic. I felt I needed a break after all those daemons, so I fled. I didn't care where, I just left my instincts carry me, tasting the world around me with more senses than I could count. First, there were the "classical" ones. The thing is that they were heightened. Perfected. The world was beautifully clear and crisp.
Thump.
I felt the wet earth and the dead leafs under my feet. Well, technically, paws.
Thump.
I felt every little rock, every little imperfection in the ground.
Thump.
I felt the impact travelling through my bones, through every millimeter of muscular tissue, being redirected to forward motion. Everything worked perfectly in tandem. It was a synergy. Man and beast.
But there was also magic. I could feel indescribable things over large distances. Sonar-like pulses. The taste of magic, more powerful in this untouched forest. I could sense humans from a distance, and I instinctively avoided them. Not that there were many people who hadn't yet abandoned their houses for the promise of safety that the army gave them.
My mind quickly diverted from that subject, as I felt a growl forming in me – the animal wanted more control. So I gave it more control. My muscles tensed further. My thoughts became simple. I was focused on the running, nothing else. As I passed the last trees, I found myself in an opening. Strokes of sunset orange escaped through the unforgiving clouds. It was raining heavily. Scents rose from the ground. It was wonderful. I began running, faster and faster. I saw trees pass by clearly, no detail escaping my wolfen eyes. Every little crack in the trees' bark, every drop of water falling and crashing on the leaves around me was a piece of art. All sorts of aromas travelled up to my nose: sour dying leaves, natural earth, fresh rain. The waterfall was like music to my ears. Nothing seemed out of order; it was just like any human orchestra. No, this overshadowed any royal waltz, any composer. It was perfect. I joined in with a howl, so long that I lost track of time; a howl filled with anger, sadness, happiness, every feeling thrown together in a completion, a lycanic duo, for I felt the whole world was a wolf, and we were one.