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The following 'story' is a reoccurring dream I have every so often that first started when I was thirteen. It does not contain sexual content (thankfully as that would make the nightmare even worse) and contains instead fear, blood, and other things I usually do not want to write about.

This story will probably not be anywhere near as popular as my naughty ones, but provides a bit of insight to my feral character (the first character I ever used in stories/RPs) Since this is a dream I will be writing it in first person, and try my best to stay true to the actual experience.

That night started just as normal as the last, lying in bed, thoughts racing through my mind, going over the events of the day as I tried to relax and drift off to sleep. I never noticed the transition, one moment I was in control, gradually relaxing more and more as the songs of birds outside my window lulled me off to sleep. I could feel the occasional gust of wind, a cool, refreshing breeze just strong enough to break through the thin sheets covering my body; breathing fresh new life into my small, dark room.

Then there was silence, the first cue that there was something wrong. I could no longer hear the birds, feel the breeze, or even see the faint, morning light that had begun to shine through my window. I tried to look around, but found I couldn't move, my body fast asleep, frozen in place as my mind began to panic. At first glance my room seemed normal, my television and desk in place, even though I could only see them in the corner of my eye. I tried to speak, only to have no words escape, gazing towards the door I'd find any call for help useless even if I could muster up a scream. Instead of the usual door I could only see darkness, a blank void stretching wall to wall, just at the foot of my bed.

Somehow I managed to tilt my head upwards, just enough to spot my window. There I could see the black shade, broken and twisted, half the shutters cracked and hanging by the shutter's frame, leaving a flat, featureless wall behind it, the solid dark blue paint failing to provide the slightest sense of depth, even lacking the small glow in-the-dark stars that usually littered the walls and ceiling. With no window, no door, and no light... how could I see? Where was I? I wasn't even sure if I was still alive or dead; maybe this was hell.

All I could do was focus, maybe if I could just been to move my body would wake and I could find a way out of this place. I was not numb, I could feel my arms by my side, and legs just barely covered by the sheets of my bed. I was on my back, in what should be a relaxing position, but instead a slowly building fear began to creep up my spine, stomach beginning to turn even before I could hear the soft exhales of someone else's breathing.

At first I thought it was still in my mind, taking a deep breath I held it there, listening intently. I heard nothing but silence for the first few moments, hen a large, whooshing exhale of some sort of large beast, like a bull only coming from the darkness that enveloped the far side of my room. I could hear the exhale turn to a slow sniff, the sounds of some sort of wolf, searching for prey.

Feeling panic set in I tried desperately to move, to yell, anything to either acquire help or scare away whatever was moving in towards me. Still, I was frozen, trapped in bed as I spotted a set of blood-red eyes turning round the corner and staring at me from the foot of my bed. I thought at first my stillness would be an asset, that he creature would move on, not spotting or finding any interest in me. Instead just a moment later I could feel my mattress sink, the large beast crawling its way onto my bed, a low, dominant growl erupting from its maw as the fearsome beast towered over my paralyzed form.

I cannot even express the fear that rushed through my body, if I hadn't already been frozen than the intimidation of such a beast would surely have left me motionless. Leaning in the large wolf-like creature took a long inhale through my shirt, then released an even angrier growl before thumping one of its large paws down on my chest. I could feel the wind knocked out of my lungs, the demonic beast's weight making it hard to breath, pressing down and sinking my back into the mattress, his claws digging into my flesh, tearing through fabric and skin as if it wasn't there, making my body subconsciously twitch and tremble in pain.

Unfortunately for me my body's immobility hadn't affected pain whatsoever, I could feel each of the large beast's four claws begin to rake through my chest in what seemed a deliberate motion. I could feel a thick heat erupting after the initial pain, pooling up in the shallow wounds before flowing down my chest and sides. I knew even without sight that it was blood, the sharp, throbbing pain in my chest a clear sign of the damage already done, each breath making it feel as if my chest was being torn open.

Once the single rake across my chest had finished I could feel that heavy, blood-soaked paw crash down on one of my arms, then another on the opposite shoulder, claws once again digging into my fragile skin. At that moment I felt like I was being mauled by a lion, my body pinned down despite already being frozen, a snarling, drooling maw just inches from my face, large white fangs glistening despite the lack of a light source. I could just barely make up the creature's structure in the faintly lit room, the demonic fox larger than any breed of dog I had seen, comparable to that of a small horse instead. Just behind the great beast I could see the angry flicking of multiple tails, the exact number impossible to count with their erratic movements.

I suddenly lost all interest in the beast's identity the moment I felt it's large jaws digging into the soft vulnerable flesh between my neck and shoulder. An instinctual fear filled my mind as the beast's sharp teeth sank into my skin, his jaws locking into around and clamping, cutting off any source of air to my lungs. I could feel my body jerk and twitch helplessly, chest beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen. Thoughts of death began entering my mind when I could taste the blood pooling in my mouth, realizing that the thick warm fluids had soaked the front of my shirt and puddle under my head. Unable to couch or swallow I was forced to taste the salty, iron-rich blood pooling from my lips.

Just as I had forgotten about the sharp pains in my neck and chest the large fox jerked suddenly, tearing open the soft flesh of my neck as he began to drag my limp body out of bed. I felt weak, helpless, my mind slowly going fuzzy as blood continued to pour from my open wounds. The large beast had released my neck and climbed out of bed, grasping one of my legs by the ankle to more easily rip me from the 'safely' of my bedroom. By the time I left my bed I could no longer feel any pain, my eyes still open wide, staring at the ceiling as I was dragged onto the floor and into the unforgiving void. Once inside everything seemed to literally fall away, even the beast dragging my paralyzed form had disappeared.

I was falling, faster and faster, through the void before suddenly jerking from my sleep. I found myself once again in control, a light blue sky cheerfully shining through my window, my room back to normal, wounds healed, with nothing left to remind me of the dream but a dull aching fear in the pit of my stomach, knowing that somewhere the beast lied waiting to drag be back into that hellish void.

~Not very detailed but that is the dream, I'm sure there is some obvious meaning behind my character more or less eating me alive... I've suffered through that dream at least a dozen times, each changing slightly but more or less the same. (One example being the first time it was a wolf, now it's a kitsune)

But anyway that's the darker side of Vince's feral form.

I also don't want to revise this, didn't like writing it in the first place so you'll have to forgive any redundancies or bad wording.