Meeting The Shark Demon
- Premonition dream -
It was not the first time Charles Xavier had weird dreams. His studies of genetics at Oxford University often led him to weird nightmares of fishes with wings or a mad alien traveler in a blue box. Of course, the fact that he could read into people's mind, since he was a mutan, wasn't helping at all.
But this time it was different. It was not a nightmare, nor someone else's thoughts. He knew he was dreaming, but some way it felt real. He felt as if it was a memory of an anterior life. What he saw when falling asleep was misty at first, but then some shapes in rown and green appeared clearer and clearer. A forest. He was in the middle of an old forest.
He alsmost couldn't see the sun through cloud-like leaves that were falling from high in the sky to the ground, like an emerald waterfall. Roots were escaping from the earth, as if the trees were ready to move from their majestuous stature and walk through the forest. He didn't see any sights of living creature, but he could hear them all. The breath of small animals, the shuffle and high notes of birds above him , and a song. The melodious song the trees had been singing for centuries, for milleniums. The whole forest was alive. It was warm and motherlike, and he felt as if he always belonged here.
A small breeze made him realize his body was not covered by clothes, and the fur on his legs started to stand from the chills on his whole body. Fur ? Yes, his endless legs were covered by soft brown hairs. Instead of his feet, he was standing on goat clogs. The hairs between his legs were darker, still letting see his virility uncovered. But somehow it felt right, as if clothing was something unnessesary and futile.
He let his hand wander on his head, to find two little horns and long animal-like ears. So that was it. He was a Faun, a mythological creature half human, half animal. And he belonged to the forest.
His mind lighter than ever, he started to explore his new territory. He was free and on his own. Joyful and troubleless. With inhexaustible glee, he tested his new abilties, jumping from roots to earth, from trees to rocks with inhuman agility. He enjoyed everithing the living woods had to give. He loved the wind carresing his body when he was running he adored the sound of leaves crumpling under his clogs.
Aproaching a marsh, he found a bush covered by appetizing plurple berries. Without possibly resisting, he let himself into tentation and tasted the jewel-like fruits. It was sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever eaten. Satiated, he began flairing the mash surrounding him.
Suddenly, a particular smell kept his attention. Even though he couldn't name it, he knew it was something he had nevre smelled. The flagrance was strong, distinct from the marsh's. It smelled like musk, it was spicy and inviting. His animal-like sences made it seems accentuated. Soon he found warmness growing in hiss lower belly. His legs were trembling. His breath quickening. He licked the smell, he wanted more. His body craved for more, screaming for it. The faun concentrated on this mavelous odor and started to run to its source. The air he breathed soon became full of it. Every inspiration sending jolts of pleasure through his quivering body.
Without warning, the ground disapeard under him. Before he could even yell, water encircled him. He tried to move his arms and legs out of the ice cold liquid, but that was pointless. His body couldn't swim. Learning that, he started panicking. He was alone in this forest, there were nobody to help him. But when his hopes all faded, a snake-like tail sized his body. The second he felt air in his lungs again, the smell was back.
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