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Fenrir Greyback runs, panting breaths issuing from his wolf-like snout. This is a dream. He knows it's a dream, but it doesn't stop the fear from making his heart pound. It also doesn't stop him from running full tilt through the towering trees.
Every time he closes his eyes, he's back here, always in the shape of his wolf and always running for his life while laughter echoes through the forest around him.
Fenrir doesn't know what frightens him so much within this dream. What can frighten the most powerful and vicious werewolf in Britain—maybe the entire world. He is infamous. What scares him and the wolf within him so much that it sends him running away with his tail tucked?
Well, Fenrir has had enough! He is going to find out and put a stop to these dreams once and for all. Fenrir Greyback is scared of nothing!
With this thought firmly in mind, Fenrir plows to a stop in a cloud of dust and turns to meet his pursuer.
Except, there is no one behind him. Waiting a few minutes still produces no sign of anything chasing him. He can't have run so fast as to lose them, can he?
The forest is eerily quiet; the laughter that is his constant companion in these dreams is for once utterly silent.
The wolf gives an airy huff and turns back around smugly, nothing to be afraid of.
Panic grips his wolfish mind and sharp teeth snap at air as an immensely large grin hangs a foot above him. The teeth shine pearly white in the moonlight connected to nothing.
Fenrir sniffs the air cautiously, searching desperately for a scent but there is none. His nose, that has never failed him before, tells him that despite the grin there is nothing before him but endless forest.
The air shimmers around the teeth and a large tabby cat with bright blue stripes and bulbous, gleaming blue eyes appears still grinning disturbingly at him.
A shiver shakes thick fur as the wolf's body convulses in horror. Stark, raving terror quickly takes root as that mouth opens impossibly wide—'wide enough to swallow him whole', his mind gibbers madly.
Fenrir sits bolt upright on his leafy bed; scream teetering on the edge of his lips. Whose stupid idea was it to confront their pursuer? He will never, never, ever stop running again, not if that insanely terrifying creature is what is waiting for him when he does!
Fin
Main Characters: Fenrir Greyback/Chessur the Cheshire Cat (Alice 2010)
Prompt: Dreams ... are they really just dreams?
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