I dragged my blood-matted paws on the forest floor, cleaning it against the grass. The carcass of a buck lay nearby; whatever was leftover of my last meal. Dusk was inching closer, and the forest was quickly darkening.
I think I could cover some more ground before crashing for the night. But then again, how far could I run? How far did I need to run to escape the clutches of this pain that plagued my mind? I'd left my humanity behind, and yet this pain is more than any pain felt by an animal.
No, wait, she took my humanity, my sanity, when she left me with that goodbye.
I shut my eyes, and yet all that filled my vision was her smiling face. Perfect, white, unbreathing.
How long have I been running? I'd lost track of time, the only thing in my mind right now was to get away, far far away from my past.
A breeze blew through the trees, sending whispers to my ears. And then, unexpectedly, a new scent entered the clearing.
I didn't hear anything approach. I didn't feel anything approach. I should be on alert now, but this scent was not unpleasant, carried to my nose by the wind behind me. Strange as it was, it was actually quite… intoxicating. A perfect mixture of lilac, lavender and a slight tinge of rose.
Snapping back to my senses, I spun round, a growl ripping through the air between us. My eyes focused, and I met it for the first time.
A pair of sparkling, emerald eyes peeked out from behind the bushes. I threatened it with another low growl, trying to ignore the alluring scent. The leaves rustled, and the owner of the emerald eyes stepped out.
If I were in my human form, my jaw would have dropped.
A gorgeous fox entered the clearing, its pure, white fur glowing under the moonlight. It was tiny, maybe reaching up to only my legs in height. Its eyes were intelligent, too intelligent to belong to an animal… Kind of like my eyes, really, slightly human-like.
Wait, what was a white fox doing here in Washington D.C.? And how can a white fox have such eyes?
The fox sat down, its neat and furry tail sweeping up the leaves on the ground. I didn't know how to react. It didn't seem like it meant any harm, but then again, how could I be sure? It stared at me with its emerald eyes, unmoving.
The fox suddenly stood up again, growling. And then, it darted back the way it came, as fast as lightning.
And somehow, I was hot on its tail.
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AN: Yes guys, I'm back, and somehow my last story is gone. Yes. Don't know how. But it's gone. Plus I don't have any more inspiration for that one, so I didn't bother to resubmit it. Here's something I thought of during the holidays, and let us all pray god I finish this one. Hahaha.