Chapter Three: The Lone Wolf
In the shadows of moonlight, a tall man was running-- chasing after a small animal.
His quarry; believing itself to be safe at last froze in front of a small berry bush, and then dove inside-- easily camouflaged; but the man was too smart for it; his yellow eyes-- almost wolflike easily spotted it among the brush, and his callused hands shot out from underneath his cloak; easily snatching the defensless creature, and snapping its neck... killing it before ithad a chance tofight.
"You shall provide a decent meal," he whispered to the dead thing; standing up from among the brush, he was a tower-- a frightful thing; he tucked the corpse into his satchel, and began walking towards the center of the wood, where he knew an eager friend was waiting.
The yellow moon, shining in the midnight sky cast an eerie glow; bathing the wood in a light only to be rivaled by that of the sun.
A wolf howled in the distance, and Phillipe smiled to himself; as the creature slowly approached him; when they had first met-- months ago, the wolf had been thin-- ragged-- hungry; cautious-- frightened of man, but Phillipe had befriended him, and their worlds were better for it, "Hello friend," he whispered, getting down on all fours, and scratching the animal behind its short ears, "are you hungry?"
The wolf wined, impatiently, in reply,and Phillipe nodded, sympathetically, "I am hungry too, but not for the flesh of an animal," he threw the carcass of the rabbit upon the ground, and went on as the wolf leapt upon it, and began to eat, "No. What I seek is much more difficult to attain, for I crave the flesh of a girl... Her name is Marie-Christine, and she is the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen; soft skin of silk... What I wouldn't give to touch it! But, alas, this is not easily attainable, for she is well protected by her blundering father, and simpering mother," he spat upon the ground, and saw that the wolf; its snout now red with blood, had now finished its meal; he went on, "So, we are rather much the same as opposed to being different, are we not? We both are alone-- abandoned by those who were once are friends, and we, alone have sought each-others company, yet while I hunger for the girl, you hunger for the rabbit, Fiyero."