In the middle of the night

-- CW suggestive SA--

Strange ephemeral visions. Stark white cloths billowing in on warm winds. The sound of water trickling like a leaky tap slowly grew into a torrential waterfall. A flash of red across his face, his heart pounding in the dark with nothing but himself for company. Silence. A small boyish voice called out, was that his own? He asked his father why she was crying... He showed him why. He showed him why. Ultyr cried. The smell of roses lifted his chin, a wash of water fell over his head as he sniffed. Silent faces surrounded him, but one warm one - one rosy one told him how holy he was. His father showed him why she screamed-

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He jolted awake, paws splayed across the ground. His side was wet, his heart was racing. The small form of Lailah scrambled around in the dark for something. Where was Ganymede? He took off to where the scream had come from with a snarl. Thundering chocolate paws hammered the earth with his head low. He broke through the underbrush with his hackles raised, ready to rain hell on whoever touched the boy...

His breath heaved through his throat as his fiery eyes scanned the bushes, the smell of urine strong around him.

"Where? Who did it? What's going on?" He growled with his head high looking around for Gany's attacker. His tail was high with status and his muscles tense with strength. He rounded on the small form of Lailah following after him but gave her nothing but a warning growl. Didn't she know not to approach someone with a loaded gun?

There was no attacker. It became increasingly obvious that the woods had somehow entered their minds and brought their dreams forward. He watched as Lailah attempted to soothe Ganymede. From Ultyr's history with his Angel... Ultyr stepped back, finally reading the situation. He kept his gaze on the bushes, just in case anything else was attracted to the nightmare-breaking scream.

He gave the boy space, letting Lailah attempt to soothe him for a while before he sat with a neutral gaze. Or as neutral as he could muster with sleep sand in his eyes and the barest whisper of concern in the set of his brow and mouth.

"Are you all right? Dream?" He asked, the fury in his voice smoothed out into a more gentle rumble of his deep voice.