Dark dreams began to attack him. His life up till now turning into nightmares. The latest encounter with his brother...his face etched into Rin's mind. The pure black form of Kyung ripped into his head, hatred pure in his eyes. Rin hated himself for leaving his brother behind in the first place, but now...he was running for his life. He couldn't face his brother, he didn't want to fight him. And whether this was a dream or reality, Rin's state of mind couldn't tell the two apart. He could hear the brutal snarling and the ripping barks from his brothers maw. Rin's heart pumped as he ran, darkness blinding him. No matter how fast he ran...it didn't seem like he going anywhere. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he could see a dark blue shade of color, shadowed by fog several yards in front of him. Upon reaching it, he skidded to a halt. He had run out of room to run. Before him, a steep drop that fell away into a dark void. Behind him, his brother who now...now seemed to be a shadow of his former self. An unrecognizable demon. It wasn't his brother. Heart pounding, Rin turned to face his chaser, frightened green eyes meeting soulless black ones. "Kyung I-I said I was sorry! Please! I never meant to leave you! I never meant to hurt you!" His voice echoed around them, cracked and desperate. "Liar! You abandoned us! Abandoned your family! Forgot about me and mom...you're pathetic!" Rin could barely respond as Kyung's demon lunged at him, jaws gaping wide and caused Rin to flinch back. His hind foot slipped off the edge, and he'd tumble down, down, down into the darkness. Kyung's maniacal laughter echoing in his ears as he screamed...though no sound came from his own throat.
He woke with a sudden start, eyes flew open as he looked wildly around. His breath came hard and fast, causing him to cry out in pain as his chest heaved and pushed at his broken ribs. If wolves could sweat, he would be drenched. His body flared in pain, he couldn't remember what he'd done or how he'd gotten here, but...that dream felt so real. At least, it felt real on his battered body. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't alone. As he weakly lifted his head to see where he'd fallen from, an ivory form came into his vision. His breath caught as he startled, a whine escaping with each sudden movement. She was...eyeing him, like he was a piece of fresh kill. Her gaze unnerved him, but what was she doing here? Had she heard him and come to help him? Or...something more sinister? His fur bristled slightly, the areas matted with blood stuck up in small clumps, his breath ragged as he waited for what she would do first.
"Speech"
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