I don't want no green eggs and ham

No, she didn't see him, not at all. Her mind instead replaced a monster, a monster that had blood dripping from it's jaws, almost laughing. She knew this demon would not kill her; that was already pledged long ago, shortly after she became sick and these visions began. She did not fear for her life, but rather, the lives around her that she cared for, or that those she cared for cared for.

The growls paused as the creature spoke once more, and she frowned. Of course it was it! She already identified - wait, what? Her growls subsided for a moment as her brow furrowed in confusion. "No you're not, I'd recognize Lark," she replied promptly, though already her voice held the same befuddlement she felt. She would, right? Her confusion only grew as the demon seemed upset and unhappy, and uncertain. Why would it feel like that? The creature approached.... moving its tail by the hind legs and almost a submissive stance. What? Why? How? She didn't understand, not at all. Why would it approach her silently, then stand submissively? She shook her head roughly, coughing again. It didn't make any sense. She whined softly.

It was in that moment Farrym noticed the confusion and the opportunity, and he took it, padding over to where the woman laid. He nuzzled her paw, and she jumped, looking down. "Lillie," he murmured, poking her paw again with his nose. Her brow furrowed even further, and her head tilted to sniff at the creature at her paws. It seemed familiar, and not at all like the demon. Then, inaudible to anyone but her, a soft, trilling, "Momma," emerged from Farrym. It was then it hit her - Farrym! "Farrym?" she asked, voice incredulous. He'd not used that term - thankfully - since a young kitten; once he realized that she was in fact, not his mother (though to him she may as well be) and that he was a different species, he had started using Lillie instead.

Farrym purred encouragingly - this was a breakthrough! For the first time in days, she recognized him. "Yes, now look at Lark!" This was where she tilted her head, glancing up at the demon. "Lark...?" she questioned Farrym softly, glancing between the cat and the wolf. The second time she glanced at Lark, her gaze paused... and then her eyes widened. "Lark!"  She sat up abruptly, eyes clearing as she stared at the brown male - what, how? Her wide-eyed, shocked stare broke off as she started coughing again. When she looked up again, the shock was replaced with horror, as she realized what just happened. "Lark, I-" How does she explain? How can she explain the visions that she had seen? Obviously, what just happened wasn't real. But the others? Were they real? Were they fake? She didn't - couldn't - tell. At a loss for words, she just stared up at the much larger wolf, an expression of hopelessness clear on her face.


"Lark" | "Lillianna"