It consumes the warmth in my toes
it calls to my body
urging me rest for all eternity.
For a moment I watch it
Twisting and turning like a snake
it climbs my firm legs
in a serpent-like embrace.
As the last bit of mist covers my body
smothers my muscualr build
closes out the world I have little need of
I lift my head to the sky.
I howl a welcoming to the moon
I howl a farewell to the sun
I howl untill I am one with the mist
untill I have become the Dusk Hunter.
Dusk Hunter whispers the wind in my ear
the words are carried thourhg my fur
through my body as it pumps the adrenaline
untill my hunger passes through my whole body.
I begin my silent hunt
the mist i waited for covers my presence
like a blanket over a sleepig child
I am the unseen.
Every step I make
every breathe I take
everytime I set my paw into the cold soil
my lust only grows stronger.
I reach a cliff edge and stop
I can feel the last rays of sun disappear
this is my forest now
it is my turn to be favored, my turn to be feared.
I feel the cool breeze hit my face
it carries to me a message
it carries the scent of a young doe
just become an adult.
Taking advantage of the lingering mist
I howl one last time
I howl the end of the hunt
I howl to startle her into false awareness.
The mist carries my voice
carries it to the heart of the forest
and echoes it outwards
the doe turns her back to me.
I gain appropriate foothold
and I feel the mist move again
but I do not move with the mist
this time I would make myself known.
Sensing the mist rise
the doe turns back to face me
her lucid brown eyes
threaten to pull me in.
The last thing that little doe sees
is the mist fading into the sky
leaving behind a lone warrior
silhouetted against the darkening sunset.
Then, for that little doe, dusk, turns into night.