release

anyone know what this is?

i was naked.

 

 

there was a fox in front of me. the long piecrcing gaze striked against me, in curious hesitation. I shivered from the ice cold air and wet snow. how had i come to this place?

 

 

the blood. the blood on my hands. yes it was my own. there were red marks on my knuckles, harsh dark and deep red marks, and what looked like a cut healing over these red marks. Quickly closing up. my head was filled with smells. With gentle noises. with the bright light of canadian sun glaring agaisnt the white hills.

 

is that where i was. Am i...

 

 

 

noises, loud ones, not close but clear as day to me.  sounds like, an alert noise. a horn of some kind. like...

 

 

 

my jaw clenches as i instinctively jump to readiness. running and darting through trees and paths, my lungs do not tire or grow heavy. my body travels me forward quickly. I hear a slight russle behind me. not from an animal. from boots. heavy ones. thrown off by the weight of a fire arm. I jump behind a tree. My heart racing, but not from teh running.

 

 

 

my skin tingles and my tense muscles jump. a burning in the pit of my stomach and bottom of my chest grows. rage.

 

 

i look down at my hands as they begin to itch. silver...claws...spring from them, from my knuckles, spraying even more blood. I smile, not a smile, a grin, showing my teeth to the claws. My body is loose but heavy, my hair just touching the lashes over my eyes. I breathe...like a beast. i hear something..

 

 

"Logan!"