The reaper files:Daughter of the hunt is born

The dream

I run down a long winding dirt path encased of trees on both sides. My golden orange hair streaming behind me like blowing flames. The howls of pursuing hell hounds echo in the still night air. I make it to an old bridge and stop, my breaths heavy. A twig snaps to my right and I turn to find a massive black wolf facing me. Its eyes were glowing red, blood dripped from its razor sharp teeth as it snarled and barked at me. A grotesque sight fur matted, and spine exposed half rotting. If I squinted I'd probably be able to see the maggots that wiggled and squirmed on its aged flesh.  A second hound seemingly coming from nowhere but the shadows themselves appears next to the first, it's mouth fixed in a snarl, and it's eyes missing. The first hound pounces and I begin to make for the bridge as the hell hound lands where I was prior only inches behind me. The second closes the gap between me and the first. Swiftly it advances. I walked backward on to the old rope bridge that swayed when the weight of the two predators was added. I continue to back up watching as the first hound crouches, then pounces once more. The power of it's hind legs was enough to splinter the wooden planks it had pounced from. Diving out of the way I  manage to evade the beast's jaws. The bridge creeks as the second hound makes its way towards me. It pounces as the bridge gives out and both I  and the them plummet to our demise. A panic, and shrill scream is all that escapes my throat as I fall.