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I couldn't sleep. Haunting nightmares consumed my mind...my eyes quickly open, and I'm panting heavily. I sit up. It's still night, darkness still around. The luminescent blue moonlight washes over me and the dirt underneath my paws is cold and dark. I sniff the air...something's not right...something's very wrong, though I can't quite categorize it. A small breeze blows through my fur and I close my eyes and sigh. My ears begin to fall back...then a twig snap...they immediately perk up and my eyes are instantly open. I look up to see a shadowy figure in the trees. It's not a wolf...it's a human. I couldn't make out many details, but I could tell they're male. I stand up. The human steps into the moonlit area and I could see he's adorned in black skinny jeans and a dark zipped up jacket. His hair, dark brown and hung over his right eye. For most wolves, the sight of a human would strike fear in their eyes and they'd dart. I wasn't afraid. My ears lurched forward and I bared my teeth. He snickered and stepped closer yet, I was fearless...until a wave of fear hit me. I was instantly petrified. Something about the look in his eye struck fear surging through my body.

My ears immediately went back and I stepped back, at the same time him stepping forward. He smirked and with one swift movement, jammed a dagger into my hip. A sharp yelp escaped my throat as I watched blood stream down my leg, staining the grass--and my fur--red, pooling under my paw. I tended to sleep away from the rest of the pack, so my cries of pain faded into the darkness unnoticed. Suddenly, adrenaline hit me. I growled at the human and slashed my claws across his face. For a split second, his hair brushed away from his eye and quickly returned it's position. For that fraction of a second...I noticed what looked to be an upside-down black triangle under his eye. I had no time to think before pinning him to the ground and lashing out at his neck. Before I was able to sink my teeth into his flesh though, he kicked me in my lower torso...near my dagger wound. I screeched out in pain as the wound bled more and more, my entire leg was stained red. I lay on the ground, helpless, not daring to move for fear of him doing something to hurt me more. This...was the first time in my life I'd felt real fear...the first time I'd felt real helplessness...I couldn't bare it. I was on death road...and could already feel my soul separating from my bloody, pathetic body. Blood seeped into my mouth, the salty taste pooling around my tongue and on the ground beneath my head. My vision blurred with the red liquid as it pooled around my eye sockets too. It was all over...the first time...I'd ever felt truly defeated. It wasn't at the sight of my blood forming a large puddle around me, it was that I couldn't bear to fact of being defeated, especially by an unarmed human. Oh, how I wanted to get up more than anything…but I couldn't. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't keep myself from falling into the eternal darkness that was death. The red in my eyes soon faded, along with everything else in the world….faded away, as my life slipped from my grasp. Just before…I heard a faint snicker.

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…How long had it been?…since I'd last had feeling in my head…since I'd last opened my eyes….since I'd last felt bliss, instead of pain. My eyes slowly opened. I saw the dewdrops on the lush grass, light pouring in through the trees looming over my limp, lifeless body. I awakened and slowly lifted my head. I tried to pull myself up off the ground….to my shock…there was no wound on my hip…or anywhere. I was exhausted though. I sniffed the air, there was some sort of presence there. I could feel it all around me. Then, as mysteriously as it had began…the feeling was gone. I shook my head and analyzed my surroundings. "Miku!" I turned to see a white wolf…Grace. She was rather calm in nature, and had recently given birth to her third litter of pups last month. "You're….back?" she said, seemingly shocked and horrified at the same time. "But no….it's impossible…we all thought you were dead…". "Back from the dead…" I muttered. That's what it seemed like…like I was brought back by something…but nothing. Grace shook her head in confusion. "Did you…fake your death?" "No!" I answered more quickly than I'd wanted to. "I mean…of course not. I was…I was probably just unconscious…" I said. But in the back of my mind, the dark thought of my death lingered. Grace didn't look like she was buying it. "Miku…I've known you since you were a pup…I wouldn't think you would go this far…why would you do that!?" she said, voice full of mixed emotions. "Wha…n-no! but I didn't…I didn't fake my death!" "Do you know how worried we all were!? You sick little bitch!" with that, the white wolf ran off…probably to tell Kuzu. I sighed and flopped down onto my side…trying to figure out what just happened.

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Nothing felt real anymore….my life was like a mere illusion to entertain a sick minded child. It was night. I sat under the blue-black sky, staring down at my hip. I was attacked by a dagger and died…when something like that happens, you just aren't suddenly perfectly fine…there was something missing…a piece of a puzzle I wasn't quite getting. And who was that human with the upside-down triangle? And that presence…it was just too real…like a blurred out picture where you can't see any detail, except the overall outline of it…and now the entire pack is shunning me because I supposedly "faked my own death". My mind raced…it appeared I would be forced to go another night as an insomniac. I was so tired…but sleep was the last thing I'd do.

My mind continued to frantically search for answers. I paced around a space in the forest. It got me nowhere…after hours on end of furious attempts, but my mind drawing blanks…I was soon devoted to finding out. Enslaved to my dream of wanting to know…my soul was captured by darkness, my mind knew nothing but "See the connection"

Description
I couldn't sleep. Haunting nightmares consumed my mind...my eyes quickly open, and I'm panting heavily. I sit up. It's still night, darkness still around. The luminescent blue moonlight washes over me and the dirt underneath my paws is cold and dark. I sniff the air...something's not right...something's very wrong, though I can't quite categorize it. A small breeze blows through my fur and I close my eyes and sigh. My ears begin to fall back...then a twig snap...they immediately perk up and my eyes are instantly open. I look up to see a shadowy figure in the trees. It's not a wolf...it's a human. I couldn't make out many details, but I could tell they're male. I stand up. The human steps into the moonlit area and I could see he's adorned in black skinny jeans and a dark zipped up jacket. His hair, dark brown and hung over his right eye. For most wolves, the sight of a human would strike fear in their eyes and they'd dart. I wasn't afraid. My ears lurched forward and I bared my teeth. He snickered and stepped closer yet, I was fearless...until a wave of fear hit me. I was instantly petrified. Something about the look in his eye struck fear surging through my body.

My ears immediately went back and I stepped back, at the same time him stepping forward. He smirked and with one swift movement, jammed a dagger into my hip. A sharp yelp escaped my throat as I watched blood stream down my leg, staining the grass--and my fur--red, pooling under my paw. I tended to sleep away from the rest of the pack, so my cries of pain faded into the darkness unnoticed. Suddenly, adrenaline hit me. I growled at the human and slashed my claws across his face. For a split second, his hair brushed away from his eye and quickly returned it's position. For that fraction of a second...I noticed what looked to be an upside-down black triangle under his eye. I had no time to think before pinning him to the ground and lashing out at his neck. Before I was able to sink my teeth into his flesh though, he kicked me in my lower torso...near my dagger wound. I screeched out in pain as the wound bled more and more, my entire leg was stained red. I lay on the ground, helpless, not daring to move for fear of him doing something to hurt me more. This...was the first time in my life I'd felt real fear...the first time I'd felt real helplessness...I couldn't bare it. I was on death road...and could already feel my soul separating from my bloody, pathetic body. Blood seeped into my mouth, the salty taste pooling around my tongue and on the ground beneath my head. My vision blurred with the red liquid as it pooled around my eye sockets too. It was all over...the first time...I'd ever felt truly defeated. It wasn't at the sight of my blood forming a large puddle around me, it was that I couldn't bear to fact of being defeated, especially by an unarmed human. Oh, how I wanted to get up more than anything…but I couldn't. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't keep myself from falling into the eternal darkness that was death. The red in my eyes soon faded, along with everything else in the world….faded away, as my life slipped from my grasp. Just before…I heard a faint snicker.

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…How long had it been?…since I'd last had feeling in my head…since I'd last opened my eyes….since I'd last felt bliss, instead of pain. My eyes slowly opened. I saw the dewdrops on the lush grass, light pouring in through the trees looming over my limp, lifeless body. I awakened and slowly lifted my head. I tried to pull myself up off the ground….to my shock…there was no wound on my hip…or anywhere. I was exhausted though. I sniffed the air, there was some sort of presence there. I could feel it all around me. Then, as mysteriously as it had began…the feeling was gone. I shook my head and analyzed my surroundings. "Miku!" I turned to see a white wolf…Grace. She was rather calm in nature, and had recently given birth to her third litter of pups last month. "You're….back?" she said, seemingly shocked and horrified at the same time. "But no….it's impossible…we all thought you were dead…". "Back from the dead…" I muttered. That's what it seemed like…like I was brought back by something…but nothing. Grace shook her head in confusion. "Did you…fake your death?" "No!" I answered more quickly than I'd wanted to. "I mean…of course not. I was…I was probably just unconscious…" I said. But in the back of my mind, the dark thought of my death lingered. Grace didn't look like she was buying it. "Miku…I've known you since you were a pup…I wouldn't think you would go this far…why would you do that!?" she said, voice full of mixed emotions. "Wha…n-no! but I didn't…I didn't fake my death!" "Do you know how worried we all were!? You sick little bitch!" with that, the white wolf ran off…probably to tell Kuzu. I sighed and flopped down onto my side…trying to figure out what just happened.

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Nothing felt real anymore….my life was like a mere illusion to entertain a sick minded child. It was night. I sat under the blue-black sky, staring down at my hip. I was attacked by a dagger and died…when something like that happens, you just aren't suddenly perfectly fine…there was something missing…a piece of a puzzle I wasn't quite getting. And who was that human with the upside-down triangle? And that presence…it was just too real…like a blurred out picture where you can't see any detail, except the overall outline of it…and now the entire pack is shunning me because I supposedly "faked my own death". My mind raced…it appeared I would be forced to go another night as an insomniac. I was so tired…but sleep was the last thing I'd do.

My mind continued to frantically search for answers. I paced around a space in the forest. It got me nowhere…after hours on end of furious attempts, but my mind drawing blanks…I was soon devoted to finding out. Enslaved to my dream of wanting to know…my soul was captured by darkness, my mind knew nothing but "See the connection"