Disclaimer: KH characters not mine, Dragonelf or the beast is Denoyelle's from deviant art, and fashion by neonGenesisEVARei also from deviant art.
"Philippe go faster!" Sora yelled, his heart racing, as he looked around for anything. As Philippe came to the top of the hill, the wind and snow got thicker, Sora straining to see anything. Suddenly Philippe stopped, scared stiff, and whined out loud and long, almost like a scream. Sora looked in front of them to see what could have stopped his horse so suddenly. What he saw made his bloody run cold but his heart to pick up speed.
"WOLVES!" All around them, Sora could see a small pack of fearsome gray wolves. All six of them had their golden eyes fixated on Philippe and they all had the tall tale signs of starvation and desperation in those eyes. Their growls of hunger showed that they had no intention of letting their new found dinner away. Sora could feel Philippe's raced heart beat under his legs, his heavy breathing was racked through both their chests as the warm puffs of heated breath fogging Sora already clouded vision.
"Philippe go, go, go, go!" Sora ordered, kicking his steed's sides to turn around and run as fast as possible back down the snow covered hillside. Philippe in an adrenalin rush, stampeded down the icy cliff side. Sora could here the barks and howl of ravenous wolves that were in hot pursuit. He could here and see more wolves rush to help their buddies, in a cold sweat Sora begged to anyone who would listen to his prayers that poor Philippe could hang on long enough to out run the pack and carry both of them to safety. Over rock mounds and under branches, Philippe worked his hardest, from the pulses Sora could feel under his thighs, he could tell if the wolves didn't get them then Philippe's heart would give out from stress if he had to go much longer. Sora had to do something and soon. Out in the distant Sora could make out a snow covered clearing, if Philippe and him could just get out there they could easily out run the wolves long enough to possibly lose them in the distant woods on the other side. He steered Philippe to the north east, towards the clearing, moon light quickly flooded through the thinning tree tops. Out of the dark forest Sora could make out every detail of the raging wolf pack and they hunger laced in there yellowed eyes.
"Philippe that way! Go that way!" Sora pointed to the distant trees. The icy wind thundered across the smooth surface of the snow meadow. Sora could feel as Philippe's hooves start to slip, Philippe whined as he could feel the mangled fur of a single wolf start to run up against his left leg, a clean indication that the pack was gaining speed. Fear coursing through his veins Philippe, against Sora's orders, runs a sharp right in on to an un-touched bit of land, or so they thought. The second Philippe thumped his hoof against the ground the surface around them began to break. Below-zero water rose at a rapid rate around them, swallowing them into its icy grip. Frozen water rushed into Sora's lungs as he gasped for air. Philippe panicked as he swam away from the wolf pack, the first few followed Philippe's mistake and fell into the ice water, drenching their gray fur till they looked like wet overgrown rats. The others however learned from the mistake and circled around. Philippe whined as he tried to swim to the edge, but every time he got close to what looked like a stable piece ground it would break into smaller pieces. Finally he found the beginning of the shore and lifted himself and his master out of the cold water only to be in even the even colder cross breeze of the night.
"Oh god its cold. Go faster Philippe!" Sora shivered as his dear horse race up a nearby snow caped hill into an even dark part if the forest. Philippe's heart felt as it was about to burst as he trudged up the steep hill. He could see the peek start to form from under the tree branches; if they could just get over it they could lose those ravenous monsters. However it seemed that the gods were getting some sick enjoyment out of Sora's tormented life. Out no where another of the starving beasts jumped out from small pocket between the icy ground and a dying tree's roots. From the wolf's looks this one was the leader and the oldest, by it's matted hair and scar covered body, it was obvious it had never shied away from battle. The sudden movement in Philippe's limited peripheral vision confused him and put him in frenzy, he kicked at random to avoid danger and bucked Sora right off his back, snagging his reigns on a low hanging branch. Sora felt as he was thrown off and into a nearby snow bank. The howls and growls of the hungry wolves made Sora go into a panic and his blood run even colder, he pulled himself out of the frozen snow and in an instant put himself in front o Philippe.
"Get away you bloody beasts, get back I said!" The brunette yelled as he picked up a nearby branch and started to swing it wildly. Sora clobbered one of the wolves and was able to beat a few in reseeding backwards, but he was losing the battle and he knew it. The wolves were getting upset at the constant fighting of their pray, and were ready to end it, a sickening crunch was echoed through the gray air as one of the wolves clamped its powerful on Sora's only weapon and snapped it like a twig. Another wolf took the mil-second opportunity, of Sora's confusion, to tackle the lithe brunette to the ground. It sickly snarled as if clawed through Sora's thin clothing, slicing into his tan skin, tearing through the tissue and muscle in Sora's arms as he tried to protect himself. Sora screamed as sudden fire like pain shot through his forearm and a force of what felt like two hundred men gripped and tugged pulling muscle, tendons, and even his shoulder socket out. Tears streaked his cheeks, as the mixed with splattered blood to make light pink droplets to fall and vandalize the one pure clean snow.
"PAPA! Help! Someone, anyone! RIKU!" Sora screamed, this was it he knew it. He was a foolish brat, wanting to see the world to have adventures, it was a naïve dream that only a sheltered little kid could believe as to be true. Sora understood it now life wasn't like a book, no silver haired hero would come and protect him no one would care that he was devoured, he was just some toy and now some treat for people to do with as they pleased. The world is cold and dark, a place that destroyed dreams and spit on hope, all you could do in this world was watch your back and do what it took to make it to the next meal. Sora was not fit for this world and this was his punishment for not being like the others and being foolish enough to think there was something better out there, someone better.
"Dear prince, I'll wait for you."Sora whispered as the pain in his heart grow deeper the pain in his arm lessened as if the lord finally decided that if he was to die the least they could do was make it painless. Sora was almost ready for it, under the ever watching star he was ready for the wolves to eat out his heart and die a lonely and cowardly death. He over all was ready to meet his mother and to wait, wait for the day that his silver haired dream would come for him, in that kingdom in the clouds, and hold him and love him forever. If only he was here now.
"RWAAAAAAAAAAR!" Sora's eyes shot open, a dark shadow over cast him and his 'dinner guests'. A large hand swooped in from the shadows and a loud thud was heard as one wolf after another was slammed into the trunks of trees. Sora could feel the last of his consciousness slowly slip as he felt cold clammy clawed hands run across his stained cheeks. Riku's face came into view out of the shadows only to be lost in Sora's blearing vision, but for an instant Sora swore he saw his face, his silver angel had come to welcome him, he had come to welcome his home, Into the darkness.
Well that sounds like a good place to stop, don't you? Well it has been a while I know and I'm sorry, again, But I hope it was worth the wait for you. Enjoy reading it, lord knows I enjoyed writing it. :D