OOC: Dream #3
"My little monster."
The young woman smiled at him, patting his hair like he were a dog. "What kind of messes have you made this time?" She rested a finger across his lips. "Shh. The best guards for sheep are wolves. Didn't you know that?"
She looked down at him, smiling softly. "If you care for them, you will have your fill of them, monster."
"But I-"
And she shook her head again. "No excuses, monster. You were hungry and messy this time. Didn't you have your fill of their souls? No, you were hungry and you couldn't contain yourself. And now look at you." She sighed, shaking her head softly. Her tone was not angry, but factual, weary. "You've made a whole mess of things."
He had no words, he simply looked into her blue-gray eyes as she closed them and shook her head again. "Monster. What will happen once you've gorged yourself on them? You'll be all out of sheep. No. You need to be careful of them. Watch over the flock, and you will have more than your fill of them."
"So you ask me to change?"
"I do."
He couldn't understand. "What have I done that is so wrong?"
"You need a new name, and a new face, my monster. And then you will be able to walk among them."
"But what have I done?" He was desperate to know, for her to tell him. He needed to know, because he didn't.
And then everything was black.
The young woman smiled at him, patting his hair like he were a dog. "What kind of messes have you made this time?" She rested a finger across his lips. "Shh. The best guards for sheep are wolves. Didn't you know that?"
She looked down at him, smiling softly. "If you care for them, you will have your fill of them, monster."
"But I-"
And she shook her head again. "No excuses, monster. You were hungry and messy this time. Didn't you have your fill of their souls? No, you were hungry and you couldn't contain yourself. And now look at you." She sighed, shaking her head softly. Her tone was not angry, but factual, weary. "You've made a whole mess of things."
He had no words, he simply looked into her blue-gray eyes as she closed them and shook her head again. "Monster. What will happen once you've gorged yourself on them? You'll be all out of sheep. No. You need to be careful of them. Watch over the flock, and you will have more than your fill of them."
"So you ask me to change?"
"I do."
He couldn't understand. "What have I done that is so wrong?"
"You need a new name, and a new face, my monster. And then you will be able to walk among them."
"But what have I done?" He was desperate to know, for her to tell him. He needed to know, because he didn't.
And then everything was black.