The houndour writhes on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, whimpering slightly.
Even the dream, if it was a dream, is not complete. His memory of it begins, oddly enough, at the part he is sure is the end. He does not know why he thinks this. And the dream itself is choppy and blurred. Was that how dreams should be?
Something (him? He was, he thought, looking out of its eyes) was -somewhere- and-
Pain. Painpainpainpainpain! Pain like his forehead only everywhere. PAIN!
Low sobs (his?) as (he?) moved (why?). (His?) hand-paw-arm came into (his?) view. Black, charred. Looked like- something colored he knew was not (his?) skin- in it. Movement cracking (his?) skin. Reaching for -what?
Bloodincracksofblackskinpainwithmovementwhy?
Hand-lump over drawer. Tips touch knob -painnoskinjustashandbloodPAIN- eyes (his?) go dark for moment.
Gritting (his?) teeth moves quickly grabs knob yanks open pulls back hand pain!
(he?) takes a deep breath -hurtshecanfeelchestcrackingmeltedskinbreakingbloodbubblinginhismouthandlungsPAIN!
-grabs knife-
coldinburningchestsharppain
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Then darkness.
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Burned
FanfictionA houndour awakens in the forest, with no memories save a hazy, confused dream. Sequel to Fire. I wrote this a long time ago.
