THIS IS THE PART THEY LEFT OUT OF THE FAIRY - TALE : little red riding hood becomes the wolf . a monstrous howl rips itself from your rib cage , the wild thing in you is free & you’ll never be the same . wolves shift , eager to begin running , eager for the thrill of being the hunted . it’s intoxicating , it feels like freedom . feet slap against the forest floor , bodies move swiftly through the forest , jumping & ducking out of the way . the wolves know this forest , it is their kingdom !
forest dirt flies as you run through the trees , letting the wild thing inside you lead the way . you stop , so suddenly , digging heels into dirt , fingers grasping at your fur as you dash towards more trees . more than one hunts you tonight , hungry for your touch . . . and yet you are only hungry for one . you are the morrigan reborn —— beauty as devastating as a war & they all want to die for you . prudence had already staked her claim , you were to be hers yet they still tempt her wrath by attempting to claim you . they know nothing of your wrath if you don’t get what you want , and she is yours just as you are hers .
drunk off the thrill of being hunted , you stumble over twigs and begin to fall . all you can see is red , hair is all you can see and arms encircle you , adjusting your body upright . you inhale , fingers gently brush wild hair back & you exhale , relief flooding your body . prudence caught you , in more ways than one .
her mouth parts , but you are a hungry wolf . lips take her own , fingers slide to her neck holding her as you become even more intoxicated . . . the hunt is forgotten , everything is forgotten —— only she matters .
♡ —— HAPPY LATE LUPERCALIA.