The beasts inside us
A young warrior stands on a cliff looking over a grassy plain the bright sun from earlier covered with thick dark clouds. As he watches a bolt of lightning hits in the middle of the plain and in the light a young vixen appears her fur flawless white. As he watches her he feels his gaze drawn up and he sees a beast standing on an opposite cliff and as he watches he sees it jump and head towards the light its claws glinting in it.
He jumps from the cliff running and stumbling towards the vixen drawing his sword, his breath coming out in ragged spurts as he pushes himself to run faster the creature already closer than him.
With a roar he leaps and swings the sword down just missing the beast's hand as it reaches towards the vixen. It pulls it back just in time to not have it cut off. He stands next to the vixen, now so close to her he sees she is asleep a look of peace on her face a look of innocence.
The beast pounces slashing at him, its claws making deep grooves in his armor, he brings his sword around slashing it across its chest blood sprays out and the creature wails as it backs off clutching at the wound. The creature looks up and snarls at him as he feels his arm begin shake. On his right arm a deep gash stains the sleeve deep red and he groans in pain as he tries to keep the sword up.
As the beast lunges towards him he swings at it just missing its arm. He feels a warm pain as its claws leaves deeps gashes in his sides. He turns just in time to block its claws from stabbing him. He grins at it the coughs blood spilling from his mouth and he looks down the beast's other hand buried deep in his stomach. It pulls it's out and in a wide arch, his blood trailing behind it falling on the vixen staining he white fur. The creature walks over to her and lifts her out of the light, as he watches he fades into darkness.
A young fox wakes up groaning a massive headache making it feels as if his head has been used as a bowling pin. He looks around and sees the empty bottle of vodka, a movement on his other side makes him look around and he sees a vixen that looks just like the one in his dream except her fur is not white. As he looks at her up and down he notices the sheets underneath her legs have a big red stain. He just wants to wake her as a bunch of guys burst in to the room they stand stunned for a few then the one in front grins as he says "Nice one mate you fucked the school virgin".
The fox looks at her and the night comes back to him and grinning back at his friends he ask them to leave so he can get dressed. He sits on the side of the bed his face in his hands, silent tears slipping through his fingers "Sister what did I do?"
The warrior stands with the vixen in his arms her once flawless white fur now blood red. He looks up at the dark clouds and howls the creature grinning at him licking its claws and as the clouds break the warrior sees its face for the first time, his own face.