Re-Awakened
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The clouds rolled and pitched in the black abyss that the sky had become, inviting the deafening crack of loud thunder to shake the ground below. Flashes of lightning were all that illuminated the otherwise oppressive darkness that enveloped the land. Winds of tremendous speed ripped trees from the ground and screamed through the valley, it’s howling the clearest sound for many miles. This is what I called home. The familiar feel of the dirt beneath my feet was comforting, my toes digging into the rich earth while I let the wind fly around my slender figure. I had been under for far too long, the hunger gnawing at my insides like the slice of a sharp blade while my insides cramped and contracted. It was a hunger that could raise the dead.
The damp smell of rain-soaked wood and rotting moss assailed my senses, the biting chill of the night raising goose bumps on my cold skin. My hair was plastered to my face in long purple strands as I balanced on the precipice, sensing rather than seeing the wolves circling at the base of the cliff, waiting in eager anticipation of my fall. The wildness of the night called to them as well, it made them restless, excited, and edgy. Like me. The blood rushed through my veins as I stood, smiling to myself; a simple quirk at the edge of my mouth as I considered the likelihood of walking away after a fall from this height. For a human? Not very likely. Yet, the thought still twitched in the back of my mind, the night an irresistible draw, especially with the life pulsing through the storm. It was enticing, like an irresistible siren song, tempting me, and calling me to come live, if just for a little while. I stared down, all the way down to where the wolves snarled and pawed the ground in agitation, every single glistening wet hair of their coats moving in smooth synchronicity. Their yellow eyes searched the night, seeking out prey, feeling the very essence of the earth, just as I did; their animal instincts in perfect accord with the pure, raw nature that surrounds them. However, unlike the wolves, I drew power from the night. It was this very power that shivered and pulsated around me, causing the wind currents to deflect and scatter in disarray around my form. The animals howled in triumph as I ran forward, pitching myself through the air as graceful as a dancer in mid-leap, arms spread wide as the air flew past my face and I plummeted towards the earth. It pulled at my clothes, pressing on my skin, the only barrier between me and certain death. The call had been too strong, my restraint and self-control too weak… 
Good thing I wasn’t human. This was it, the emotion that had been eluding my grasp, the feeling of being alive, truly unleashed. I glided through the dense forest, sweeping between bolts of lightning that drove into the earth in powerful surges of unrestrained energy, sure that this was where I belonged. A monster, moving in the dead of night along an unseen path, free of the curse of humanity, that was my destiny. My eyes, now a deep, bloody red, saw what human eyes could not, scanning the trees and knowing each and every creature, their blood flowing through their soft bodies as they clung to their fragile lives in the midst of the raging storm. Their frantic heartbeats a symphony to my sensitive hearing…. 
But they weren’t what made my mouth water. Animal blood was lacking in vibrancy, in emotion. It couldn’t sustain me; however, the humans that populated this world were another story. Filled with the thrill of the night, I hunted my prey.

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