Stay Frosty

Darsha could feel the blood still oozing from his head even after he passed out. He could feel some kind of warm feeling on his wound after a few moments went by, Darsha began to dream when he realized he wasn't waking up. Only his dreams were almost always nightmares, he was back in his den, as a pup, with his father. The very thought of being there with him struck fear into Darsha's heart as he squirmed in real life. His father chuckled at him as Darsha whimpered in his dream. "Yeah, you should be afraid. You may be able to escape me in the real world but here, your in mine." He said as he began to bite into Darshas flesh, bleeding him, ripping at him. Darsha was venerable being he was still a pup in his nightmare, and the pain being inflicted was a real as it was back then. Like reliving the hell he was faced with, Darsha watched as his father wounded him. The same scars on his body were the same wounds that were given. The slit on his throat, the several brutal scars that littered his body now. "Please, stop." He whimpered in his nightmare. His father snapped at him. "No, i will not stop, i am the hatred that haunts your mind, the evil in every dark corner of your heart. I will never rest until you die." He snarled in his ear.

Darsha's eyes snapped open as he jumped up, breathing heavily. His eyes alive with anger and fear. He expression softened after he realized it was just a dream, and that he was in the one place he father couldn't reach him. He sighed in relief as he turned around to see a female...laying next to him? Darshas heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he backed away. Who the hell was she? Darsha looked around and felt his head still leaking with blood as droplets hit the ground. He grunted and shook his head. "che diavolo sta succedendo? perch? sto sanguinando?" He asked tiredly as he slowly fell back to the ground from blood loss. He looked at the girl again and saw she had the same scar over her eye as he did his. He of course had a lot more cars than that but she had one that was identical to his. He looked at her and looked away.