seeking the beast

Seeking the Beast (fantasy)
I cannot hear the whistling wind only the howling of a wolf surrounded me. As if mourning for a lost love, the sounds came closer and yet I can’t seem to move. Immobilized by the taunting and mesmerizing cry, I surrender my lust to the wolf of this snowing mountain. He appeared before me as if materialize out of thin air. Is that a smirk or simply a disgusted look on his face? Is lust this powerful, for one to seek out the beauty of a beast? The luster of moon was still high in the dark sky when I waken to the flickering noise of the dancing fire. “Who is there?”No answer, only a beating heart responded.
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