1. Waiting for dreams.
A cold wind permeated through the land. He had traveled for many days. The cold had not let up for a moment. At night, when only the moon lit the land, he felt as though he were in the icy north lands. At these times he longed for the thick fur that once protected his body years past.
There was something else he yearned for. A feeling that he was being pursued, hunted, racked his senses. When he felt overwhelmed, his body cried out its desire to hunt down his enemy and eat him alive. But his reason was afflicted by something. It was a conflict. He had lost his way. He had lost his sense of self.
Was he an animal?
Was he a man?
Only animals hunt their own kind.
These were the thoughts that floated around in his mind. His head pounded and ached. It was late. He would try to rest now. His tired figure rolled and buried itself in a bed of leaves. The cold air still entrenched itself in his body. He closed his eyes and waited, patiently, for the arms of a dream filled sleep to wrap itself around him.
A cold wind permeated through the land. He had traveled for many days. The cold had not let up for a moment. At night, when only the moon lit the land, he felt as though he were in the icy north lands. At these times he longed for the thick fur that once protected his body years past.
There was something else he yearned for. A feeling that he was being pursued, hunted, racked his senses. When he felt overwhelmed, his body cried out its desire to hunt down his enemy and eat him alive. But his reason was afflicted by something. It was a conflict. He had lost his way. He had lost his sense of self.
Was he an animal?
Was he a man?
Only animals hunt their own kind.
These were the thoughts that floated around in his mind. His head pounded and ached. It was late. He would try to rest now. His tired figure rolled and buried itself in a bed of leaves. The cold air still entrenched itself in his body. He closed his eyes and waited, patiently, for the arms of a dream filled sleep to wrap itself around him.