The Written Word

The Wolf
by Wietse

The fears that kept him awake resulted in the heartbeat and drops of sweat of a trapped dear enclosed by a hungry wolf. Invisible eyes piercing through the soft and defenceless fur of the hunted prey. The terrified deer feels the presence of a power, out of sight but certainly not out of mind. The predator knows the prey knows. Game, set and match.

Circling around, stalling the definitive moment of jaws closing, breaking a fragile and far too young neck. Wolfes have pride and dignity realised the insomniac , playing the game that evolution presented them. The hunt itself was the game, two or more players, an open book waiting to be written. The outcome was never certain, until that moment of realization. This sence of tremendous victory is one that is only experienced by predators.

Knowing the prey knows that his time has come. The sweet scent of a prey prepararing to die, accepting death now. When this scent is percieved, the wolf can slow down, knowing from experience that the prey has either stopped in total oblivious apathy or a dead end determined destiny. As the pace lowers, saliva starts flowing. The wolf anticipates a meal at hand. The deer knows. The wolf knows the deer knows. Dropping heartbeat. Acceptance.

The game is over. The wolf waits out of respect however. He will not kill a prey that is not ready to die. The preys neural path¬ways are rapidly being reconfigured, trying to adapt to new reali¬ties. Death.

I feel it... The fear, acceptance, the insomniac thought. Damnit! On a semi©conciuous level, fear of oblivion was slowly overtaken by frustration. Still being awake at 6:21 AM, clock ticking, raindrops pounding on the windows, driven like projectiles by a storm outside. The wolf... The wolf...

Invisible eyes glooming through darkness. The moment has come.

Insomniac waits, but nothing happens. No pain.. Nothing. Frustration fading to grief. Grief fading to relief. But how? Why?

Why not? I know the wolf, the danger. Nothing happens.

I know the wolf. No more fear. I am the wolf.

Then the real dreams came.

Legacy : Oblivion

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