Zer0
Haiku Hitman
- Caravan -
Isa's spells didn't manifest in the dream, but his hope and faith bolstered the stag and he could feel the evil things gripping his arms loosen, until they were finally free.
The stag nuzzled Isa reassuringly. It stepped back from him, and bowed. Slowly Isa could hear morning, the soft sound of breathing, as darkness edged his vision. His time was up, and he was pulled into the waking world.
When Isa fluttered his squinty eyes open and snuggled into Moss, he could feel that his arms hurt. Looking down there were bruises all along his arms the shape of hands of all sizes, going up to his shoulders, neck, even his legs and face felt sore. There was a smudging of purple ash all over his arms, and a foul luminous greenish-black ooze wriggling a little like worms where the hands had held him, and soot staining their bed and the peacefully sleeping Moss.
Katsuya
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