dead and gone

Ever since that strange deer appeared before him, his skull had been hurting pretty bad. Little nubs sat on his forehead, reminding him of a young deer or cow. He couldn't see them or himself in a reflection though with all the ooze that dripped from his eyes though, so it did him little to speculate. All he knew was that his head hurt and he really wanted to rub them on something, as if maybe the abrasion would ease some of the discomfort similar to a teething pup. Unforunate for him, however, he was on a beach with little to rub his head on. Even with the ooze filling his ears he could hear the crashing of the waves to his left. The moist sand beneath his paws was another dead give away. However, with the voices he had swirling around in his mind as he near-blindly traversed a beach, he wasn't actually sure he was on a beach. For all he knew this was a dream and the weird nubs on his head were just another part of it.

"Speech."