Hovering somewhere between sleep and awake, his exhausted brain conjures up images of the wolves he's seen in his dreams. Skinny. Black. Featureless human-like white heads. Vines.
They walk about the hall, weaving amongst the furniture. Crawling along the walls. Peeking out of doors.
He twitches. He growls. He bares his teeth. His hands curl like claws. He glares at the phantoms, eyes tracking their movements as if they were real. He thinks they are.
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Date: 2012-11-20 06:22 am (UTC)They walk about the hall, weaving amongst the furniture. Crawling along the walls. Peeking out of doors.
He twitches. He growls. He bares his teeth. His hands curl like claws. He glares at the phantoms, eyes tracking their movements as if they were real. He thinks they are.
They come for him he'll fight back.
They won't dismember him this time.