Schizophrenic Fever Dreams

”Take her there, take her there! Sephiran could hear his falcon screeching above him, directing him towards the labyrinth of mines he knew Aresenn had gone to investigate earlier. ”He will be so happy, yes yes!” For some reason the bird had taken a liking to him, choosing to follow him around or perch on his back until he provided it with a chore. ”Happy, happy, happy!” But at times, he found it to be quite annoying, especially with the current task at hand. He was ready to play with this toy. A huff left his jaws, followed by a low, ominous rumble that continuously resonated inside of his chest. He was starting to feel fatigued, irritated by the increased resistance from the snow piled up on the ground. Dragging a limp body through the snow alone wasn’t easy. Especially when it was the body of an incapacitated girl, whose flesh was still warm to the touch and begging to be ravaged.

He didn’t wonder if Aresenn would be happy about the gift he had caught for them. He had already made his own deluded assumption that Arsenn would enjoy the contest he was going to present to them, given they had partaken in blood sportage together many times over. He imagined the former pirate would be thrilled, seeing that this time there was a prize unlike any other at the end of this fictitious game he had fabricated for them. The thought brought out a spout of unhinged laughter, which was muffled by the bundle of fur in his maw as he dragged the girl through the snow by her scruff.

”We're here! Here!” He felt the talons of the falcon grip his lower back, having perched itself instead of flying into the entrance of the mines. With one final tug Sephiran thrust the girl inside, watching as her body rolled a foot or so until she hit the base of the track that led into the labyrinth. His head tipped back and he released a summon for his dearest friend accomplice, who would be so delighted to partake in the event he had planned for them. Or so he believed.

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