IX.1 – A REUNION OF FANGS AND CLAWS

ROGER WILLIS

In my dream it was seemingly dark, and what shining light there was seemed to be radiating from the crescent moon above. I was alone in the depths of the woods with my claws and fangs out as I was about to face an enemy that I thought I chased. There was something about him that felt somehow familiar and yet unfamiliar both at the very same time. I couldn’t see his face brought about the brightness but his humanoid form made me think he’s the same kind as me. Overcharged with a rush of adrenaline, we both went berserk, pouncing and howling right at each other. The dream felt surreal as I seemingly felt every blow until I was eventually awoken by a glass shattering.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already inching its way above the horizon and I was quick to notice my window was shattered. I was intensely flabbergasted when I saw a bloody crow flailing on the floor. It must’ve flown directly towards my window but how? It doesn’t seem to be blind and this isn’t like the