[Wolf Dream] Merry Berry

[Mima]

[imgleft]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ncert2.png[/imgleft]Tonight as she slipped into sleep in the cold moonlight of the plains, she felt her shape twisting and shifting once more, her scales making way for pelt, her dainty hooves for powerful paws.

Tonight in her dream she was more kin-like wolf than wolf-like kin. Dreams like this were not uncommon in the wake of her change. She had seen forests of ice-clear crystal, rains of fire and stone, the dead rising up from the earth to dance and sing - any number of things. But this one felt especially strange, perhaps only in its mundanity. In this dream, she was but a wolf, and the world around her was almost a dead ringer for the real one. Strange!

By her side were her two companions- Seek, the spectre who seemed to constantly dog her at her tail- and Mirage, one of her oldest friends, a ragged thing that had tagged along with her at the conclusion of Fiend's game of Werewolf what felt so long ago. Below her, she found her paws to be but a puddle of absolute darkness, even in the bright light of the full moon above. Made sense. This was her body, now. And she was to lead them on this, the night of the full moon. She could feel it in her bones.

But Merry was no predator, no hunter of blood and guts. She was an explorer, a hunter of mysteries.

With a howling song, she began to run. Raced along with Seek and Mirage, the three tugging at each other's tails with a laughing snarl when they caught up to one another. Felt the cool dew on the night grass beneath her paws, saw the world in pale moonlight as she swiveled her ears back and forth, listening to the birds chirp their nightingale song. She hadn't realized how much wolves could smell, either... Her panting, gasping breaths as she overexerted herself to the point of exhaustion overwhelmed her with the scent of freshly trampled grass and the soft decay of autumn. Right. It would be cold soon, wouldn't it?

Not that she'd let that stop her. The long, dark nights were the most fun, after all- for both her and the wolves.

The full moon bowed its head to the morning sunrise, and yet she was still so intrigued by the world around her from the point of view of a wolf. She didn't want to awaken yet, and so she didn't. The tar-black wolf found herself shadowing the two as they hunted together, not participating so much as keenly observing. The smell of fresh blood from prey still didn't appetize her the way it would a wolf. This was a dream, anyhow; could she even feel sated in one? Even Seek did not need to eat, dragging their kill back to the group, acting more on instinct than necessity. Mirage, for his part, seemed happy to eat for all three of them.

As the waning gibbous moon lifted itself into the sky above them, she quietly howled an old Acha lullaby. She didn't quite recall the words- but she supposed her pack didn't know them, either. All together in a great, fluffy pile, the three of them stacked themselves up to sleep.

...And when Merry awoke, it was under the bright midday sun of the plains once more.