Random snippets of writing

What happened to Crystal that one time?

[More figures began to rise and soon the clearing was full of wolves she didn't recognize.]

A lanky albino wolf stood in the sunlit field, pink eyes gleaming at her mischievously. She watched as he strolled over to the other wolf, attacking again and again, until her brilliant orange pelt was as red as the leaves of the forest. She tried to fight back but was chained down, by an unstoppable invisible force. Crystal ran to help, ran to change things, her sore paws pounding the earth, but each time, before she was about to reach the battlefield, she was thrown back with a bolt of electricity, coursing through her body, the breath knocked out of her. She watched as Xether finished the deed, and thought she saw a small sliver of pain flicker across his triumphant expression. As the blood leaked from the dead body of Ginger, it began to spread, and take new and strange forms. From the puddle first rose Jazmine, long white fangs grinning wickedly at the pup. More figures began to rise, and soon the clearing was full of wolves from the pack, as well as wolves she didn't recognize, all kinds of wolves that surrounded her with evil bloodthirsty grins, coming closer and closer and there was no escape. They began to chant a word: "Fate! Fate! Fate!"

She saw the ghost of Dew appear beside her then, and reach over to whisper into her ear: "Only through blood will the Pack of Hollows become great again." The figures surrounding her lost their forms and became blood once again, an inescapable, rushing, tidal wave of wet sticky blood that soaked her pelt and forced its way into her lungs. She was burning for air, desperately scrabbling for something solid as she screamed and was carried away. She saw a faint light at the surface, and she paddled hard, desperate for sweet sweet air, but trapped in the prison of never-ending, disgusting red blood. A bloodcurdling (yes pun intended) scream wracked her entire body, filling it with pain, and her eyes snapped open.
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[Her gaze swept across the empty barn, waiting for another tidal wave of blood to sweep her mercilessly off her paws]

Crystal woke up with a start, on her frozen paws before she could even gain her bearings, her golden eyes darting wildly around the empty barn. She could still taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She was panting heavily, all her fur standing on end as she realized where she was, and began to assume a state of wakefulness. Her paws and ear tips were frozen, but her body was feverish and sticky with sweat. Her gaze swept across the empty barn, waiting for another tidal wave of blood to sweep her mercilessly off her paws. She began to calm down and her breathing finally slowed as she stretched her stiff, sore muscles and walked around.

"Must've been that weird-tasting rabbit I had earlier," she mumbled to herself, and her stomach-which felt bloated and painful-seemed to grumble in agreement. Yawning, she nudged the barn door open with her muzzle and stepped outside. How long had she been asleep? It could have been moments since she'd plopped down on the dusty barn floor exhausted, or it could have been a million seasons; she couldn't tell. It was deep into the night now, past moonhigh she guessed, and the cold breeze soothed her overheated body, but made her chilly paws feel more numb. The moon and stars were partly obscured by thick, intermittent cloud cover, suggesting more snow was soon to come. A wave of naseua hit her and she was forced to lie down as she spat out a small puddle of blood, staining the snow below her a light pink. 'What the heck?' She thought of her dream and shuddered, though the naseous feeling intensified, causing the forest and farmland to blur, and it was all her dizzy self could do to stumble back into the barn, once again falling into a deep, and this time, thankfully dreamless sleep...