Lost

[Dakki]

Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt

The night was black, thick clouds covering even the largest stars. No moonlight shone through, the world was merely black. Eli Hollow was a dangerous place in the daylight, it was almost unimaginable about the danger that lurked here at this time. As if to answer the statement, bright yellow eyes cut through the darkness. They seemed to glow almost, two floating orbs of light. It was almost like a lure, something to draw in prey animals. To this wolf - anything was prey. A dark growl bubbled up from the creatures throat, no emotions in it. It was a sound, a calling. Empty, that's what it was. Nothing about this animal was alive, just an empty shell of an animal.

The white wolf walked, seemingly in no certain direction. The brute knew no name and answered to nothing, only the essence of a beast. Nothing controlled him, only his hunger. Right now, he was starving. He needed food, and that was all he knew. So on and on he lurked, head low to the ground as he tried to find a scent. Yellow coloured ears flickered back and forth, large dishes scanning for any sounds. He was all instincts.

'Let me out!'

Nothing changed. Cheema was a prisoner, watching as his body stalked through the hollow. He tried to shake his head, but his body did not respond. What was going on? There were times where he could once again gain control of his vessel, but those times seemed to be getting farther and few between. He couldn't even remember the last time, all he remembered was stretching out his legs and running. He ran and ran, but when he lost control his body wandered back here. He sighed, sitting in the far corner of his mind. He was just along for the ride... as usual. He prayed that no poor creature would venture into his path, he didn't want to kill. Chee whimpered to himself, shaking his head mentally. He didn't want to hurt! He didn't want to kill! Why, or why had he been infected? He wanted to have his body back...

'Let me out...'

On and on the white brute wandered, hunger driving him. There were no scents, not yet. He needed water. He needed food. Flesh. Blood stained lips pulled back to reveal yellowed teeth, a wicked smile seeming to cross his features. Tonight, there would be blood.