09-28-2013, 04:04 PM
"Well ain't this a bitch?", John thought to himself. waking up in the Dream because he let his thoughts wander while drifting to sleep. He considered returning to his body to get some real rest, but he decided to take a quick jaunt around the University first. So he dragged his butt out of bed, and shifted from his loft to the campus.
John was a Grey Wolf here, common in North America, North Africa and Eurasia so as not to cause too much commotion should he encounter anything undesirable. The silence was deafening. In Texas there were always so many wild animals that the Dream was never this quiet. At least not unless a predator was there.
A scent... Something that didn't seem to belong here in Moscow. Of course John didn't belong here either. A howl burst through the silence. John knew that he should leave, like fucking now. He couldn't flee though. This was the first time he had seen or heard anything in the Dream since arriving in Moscow. So he shifted to where the new arrival was located.
Now John reconsidered his rash behavior. Standing before him was a wolf. A snow white creature that towered over John. John smiled. All of a sudden he remember the professor in Whitley Scrieber's book, The Wulfen. As he approached the creature he put of his scent, and silently wondered if he too, like the professor, was about to die. 'Allies. You must go to Moscow and seek allies.' Al was such a cryptic asshole sometimes.
John was a Grey Wolf here, common in North America, North Africa and Eurasia so as not to cause too much commotion should he encounter anything undesirable. The silence was deafening. In Texas there were always so many wild animals that the Dream was never this quiet. At least not unless a predator was there.
A scent... Something that didn't seem to belong here in Moscow. Of course John didn't belong here either. A howl burst through the silence. John knew that he should leave, like fucking now. He couldn't flee though. This was the first time he had seen or heard anything in the Dream since arriving in Moscow. So he shifted to where the new arrival was located.
Now John reconsidered his rash behavior. Standing before him was a wolf. A snow white creature that towered over John. John smiled. All of a sudden he remember the professor in Whitley Scrieber's book, The Wulfen. As he approached the creature he put of his scent, and silently wondered if he too, like the professor, was about to die. 'Allies. You must go to Moscow and seek allies.' Al was such a cryptic asshole sometimes.