Wildly Blind (LokixReader)

Prologue

Bright, warm sunlight filtered through the forest canopy. It was a quiet morning, one of your favorites. Crisp air filled your senses, waking you from your slumber. With your eyes still closed, you quickly shift to your wolf form, hoping to catch scent of your breakfast. Perhaps a rabbit, or maybe you could tease the fish in the stream once more.

As you head out, minding the morning fog, a faint sound flitted across the landscape. Barely audible, although you managed to catch it with your sharp wolf ears. A muffled scream. Young, although not in the manner a child would use while playing. Fear was in the air, basking the forest in its scent.

'Kill them'

'Oh, shut up.'

You feel the deafening musk of anger muffle the fearful scent, resulting in your wild side only growing more vengeful. Children were one of your many soft spots, as well as one of Willis's.

You stalked the scent, sounds, and shadows through the forest. You could feel the terror from the child, practically sending yourself into a panic. Your wild-side - 'Willis' as you liked to call them- gorged on this feeling, fueling the tension. The overwhelming desire to hunt. This feeling was not at all new, as it was the same feeling that drove you from your home all those years ago. That you had learned to hide and suppress your entire life. That was driving you mad, now.

"Quiet your majesty. Otherwise you'll wake the whole palace." A gruff voice finally demanded, scanning the empty tree line surrounding them. So this was a kidnapping. That wasn't going to happen on your watch. You wouldn't let these blundering fools abduct a child, no matter if he was a prince or not.

You crawl -still in wolf form- along the clearing's edge, waiting to strike. It was all you could think about, your wild side consuming you. Willis often could be compared to a bloodlust, where the only thing on your mind was the hunt. The overwhelming sensation to kill. To have blood spilled. Which was great in situations like these, when you really did have to attack. Or in this case, rescue and protect. It was in your nature, as the officially self-proclaimed guardian of the forest.

There were four targets you could see, all wearing matching scabbards. So they were armed. Four armed asgardians -unless they were trespassing, which was even more reason for you to kill them- each armed with nothing more than a sword. Perhaps a few of them had daggers, now that would be fun. A true fight.

Your eyes land on the prince, bound and sporting a black eye. He had long black hair, a pale complexion, and striking green eyes. He smelled of vanilla and mint, with a dash of homemade tea. It intoxicated you, something very few have ever been to accomplish simply by scents alone. None, actually- if you remember correctly.

He had no shoes, which only showed how unplanned this had been on his part. He smelled of fear, for all he failed to hide it. His eyes spoke innocence, as he stared up defiantly at his captors. He was simply a child, not being any older than 500. A little younger than yourself.

You planned your method of attack. You'd move to the other side of the clearing, shift into a bear -or something else nearly as frightening, possibly a Bilgesnipe- before presumably mauling every one of your new victims. You would deliver the prince back to the palace, keeping form as nothing more than a raven or hawk overhead. Or perhaps a rabbit, then keeping an eye from the safety of the foliage.

A snake you decided, not when you see the prince back to his home- but when crossing to the other side of the clearing. Maybe one of the bandits will spot you, and pick you up to admire you. When he leasts expects it, you could stab him with a dagger, saying something witty yet cunning.

Except you didn't have a knife. Now that might be a problem, unless you were to steal one of theirs...

You transform yourself into a snake, brown with black and green accents to match the foliage, slithering in between the tall grass near the edge of the prince-nappers resting spot. Never once did anyone comment, shift uneasily, or notice you in any form. At least not that you noticed. Although you did feel a pair of eyes on you, briefly, until they quickly pulled away. You didn't pay the peering gaze any mind, instead getting in position for your attack. Letting Willis's thirst for death consume you, you leap out of the shadows, barely taking notice of whatever monstrosity 'Willis' had come up with this time.