OOC: Dream
He knew how to hunt, and how to eat. He knew to eat quickly, lest the meat cool, and that feeding could not wait for the heart to slow.
His face was covered in the beast's blood when he looked up from the cooling corpse. A woman, her eyes green and hair a soft brown that made his heart wrench when he looked into her glassy eyes. His Beloved. He knew her at once, if he knew nothing else. His hands were sticky with her blood, bits of viscera and meat clung to him, and he smiled. She was beautiful. Perfect, even, and he let out a shuddering breath as his hand ran along her cooling face.
She was gone. His eyes opened, and he turned. They had taken her...but who? Why? A frustrated cry escaped him before there was a soft tug at his shirt. A girl. Her face was soft, kind, her hair long and curling across the floor as she stood there. There were ants around her, running across her skin, and she looked at him hopefully.
He went to one knee, and she had placed a wreath of flowers on his head. Pink, like her nightgown, the sleeves long and draping over her thin arms. "You'll protect me." She said it simply, nodding, and the ants had vanished. "You will help me. That's why you're the wolf."
His face was covered in the beast's blood when he looked up from the cooling corpse. A woman, her eyes green and hair a soft brown that made his heart wrench when he looked into her glassy eyes. His Beloved. He knew her at once, if he knew nothing else. His hands were sticky with her blood, bits of viscera and meat clung to him, and he smiled. She was beautiful. Perfect, even, and he let out a shuddering breath as his hand ran along her cooling face.
She was gone. His eyes opened, and he turned. They had taken her...but who? Why? A frustrated cry escaped him before there was a soft tug at his shirt. A girl. Her face was soft, kind, her hair long and curling across the floor as she stood there. There were ants around her, running across her skin, and she looked at him hopefully.
He went to one knee, and she had placed a wreath of flowers on his head. Pink, like her nightgown, the sleeves long and draping over her thin arms. "You'll protect me." She said it simply, nodding, and the ants had vanished. "You will help me. That's why you're the wolf."