A long time ago, in the far off au of dreamtale, there lived a wolf.

It had fur as black as coal and eyes that would dig through your soul, feeding off your insecurities.

The wolf hides in waiting, hoping to find the perfect prey for its next meal, and it prowls the forest like a lion on the savannah.

While few who have ever seen this ancient creature have lived to tell the haunting tale, some claim to have seen it. Preying on farmer's livestock and leaving a trail of blood and destruction in it's wake.

This special breed of pure killing power, is yet to be captured, for all who attempt to hunt it down, have been found dead on the ground mear hours after they leave for their conquest.

Perhaps one day the world will know more on this mysterious beast, but until that day, we will be forever stalked from the shadows.

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"Doesn't that sound awesome!?!"

Exclaimed Dream from his spot on the tree, perching the 'book of beasts' book upon his lap, having just read the passage of the ancient one.

"Sure, if you feel like being gobbled up for lunch by some random wolf"

Nightmare jokingly replied, earning himself a glare from his brother.  In repspose to his glare however, dream only received a full hearty chuckle.

"Alright, alright, I suppose it's pretty cool, but it's probably dead by now right?"

Nightmare said,  hoping that he could steer off this wild goose chase that was inevitably going to occur, due to his brother's impulsiveness.

"Agh, I guess your right" 

Dream conceded after a few moments, dropping the book onto the ground below the tree. Dropping the subject, for now...

(A/n) 

So yeah! That's kinda the proluge for this story that's now rewritten!!!!

I hope you enjoy, and please tell me what you thought!!!!! 

Fair warning though, the rest of the story won't make sense until I get to rewriting that to.... Sorry!!