Prey & Predators • Dreamnotfound

Prey & Predators • Dreamnotfound

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Keen hearing is a curse, the vibrations off the music overwhelming him. The sound was seeping into his brain yet he was keeping his calm. Only showing the comfort he was feeling, which was gone. The prince is gone. Keen hearing is a blessing. He heard his cry's from the balcony, swiftly walking outside. The safety from the music, the fear for his *friend*. The pale boy stood on the railing above the water. "I'm sorry" He said before letting the wind take him away. The other boy jumped over aswell, sprouting wings and flying down to grab the prince, his plan failed him. He didn't have time to get out of reach of the waves. He grabbed the prince and wrapped his wings around the small body and braced himself and the other. Knowing how much it would hurt hitting the water, the brown haired boy knew too. - That's a third person quote that is going to be added in first person to this story, it is a dnf about dream being a harpy and George being a siren. Since this is not Minecraft jumping from the height these two did would feel like hitting a blacktop from the same height. Minecraft is a bad physics class guys.
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Uninvited

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

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