running with the wolves

anger

It seemed like the hallway would never end, every twist and turn seemed to just lead to more dark and bloodied corridors. As I walked I pondered the source of so much blood and could only think of one thing, a fight had broken out in these hallways and many lost their lives. It also would explain the flesh they had in the food as it didn't seem to have a scent of rotting and decay on it. As I walked I picked at the last bit of meat stuck between my teeth finding my canines extended I dislodged the meat and smiles as I swallowed it. I finally got through the hallway. Out of the blood and stench. It reeked in here. I hated it so much, it was horrible, but at the same time my nose loved it. I wanted nothing more than to strip down naked and roll around in it. But i resisted, well mostly...i did take a moment to lap some blood up off the walls but I couldn't help it...it was impossible to completely deny my body after all. After a few moments I pulled myself away frustrated with what I have become. "I....I can't go home now....mom....dad they....they will freak out" my ears and tail dropped saddened before I ran out the front doors of the castle grunting as I impact them. I hated them. I hated the people who made potions. I hated the people who can't bother to make sure the potions wont move. Most of all. I hate this world. I ran hard and fast into the trees my eyes whipping around as I dodge every stick, hole and tree with ease. I will never be back here until I'm ready to return. I ran hard and fast, my breath was ragged and coming in tight gasps. Every nerve was blazing with the need for more oxygen, but I refused to stop. I willed my limbs to keep moving, hating the slowing pace. My body has changed and yet I still can't seem to do as I want. Ffinally, need took over and I stopped to catch my breath, I was nowhere near the place I started, I had twisted and turned every which way in my desperation to escape.