[DISCLAIMER: I will be finishing and changing it up some more later, but decided to let it be a sneak peek for now! ❤️ The Era will definitely be changing! Stay tuned!]

To my beautiful sister, this one is for you. 🤍❤️

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Red rushed through the midnight-black skies, her eyes flicking side-to-side with alarm, as the howling wind called out to her terrified self. The branches dipped their leaves down low, and swayed to the wind’s ominous melody as her fast-footed steps barreled through the deep prickly-thicket while her scarlet-hood flew behind her with haste. Her poofy, beige-white hair had a creamy look, due to the moon’s silver-touched haze, and her eyes a fierce, yet glimmering redstone-color that pierced into the blackened night and kept her aureolin-yellow-boots from stumbling upon gnarled roots and sharp thorns.

She dared to swipe away the malicious branches and thick leaves that slapped her face and came looking for trouble as she bounded aimlessly into the disturbing night. She threw her head behind her, catching a glimpse of her sharp, white-toothed pursuers, who had enlarged fangs and a Cheshire-like grin plastered across their face, before whipping her head around and zooming into an open space she had perceived at a distance. Furthermore, she practically stumbled into the open space, her hand grazing against a sharp-edge of a trunk, before catching herself and pulling her 10-year-old frame behind the tree, momentarily ignoring the stinging sensation she sensed was coming from her hand.

Once the great shaking caused by the beastly silhouetted figures had passed where she was hiding, she dropped to her knees, hands pressing into the rich, cold dirt, and attempted to catch her off-patterned breaths and tangible anxieties. Just when she’d stilled her raging thoughts and her shaky breaths, the sudden rustling noises, emitted not too far from her, announced a horrifying presence writhing in a pool of their own immense demise. The soot-black canine with its beastly appearance instantly garnered an animalistic glare it had been harboring before it snarled viciously at her and snapped it jaw aggressive, as if to mimic a trap of some kind.

However, it didn’t get far because of its weakened state. Red found the unimaginable situation uncanny and completely ironic. And, as if things couldn’t get any weirder, the wolf dematerialized its animalistic form into that of a half-naked anemic-male with soot-black hair and deadly, citric-green eyes.

He practically growled at Red, who had previously fallen backwards and quickly pressed her back against another tree a short-distance away, and lifted his sharp-nails toward her, despite the immense pain it caused him. There was a stake that seemed to have been thrust into his heart, which explained where and why there was a great quantity of citric-green blood gushing onto the acid-smelling atmosphere. His wound was large in detail and shape, which only further permitted unnecessary movement for the protruding piece of wood, as his eyes consistently glazed over with immeasurable pain and a hoarse groan bellowed out sonorously.