Aira
I'm in another dream again.
This time I'm in a forest, moonlight scattered on the ground through the thick canopy from the trees. I hold my breath, looking around me and freeze when I see the beast lying in front of me, his back covered in arrows and it's magnificent fur marred with blood. A soft gasp escapes my lips at the gory sight, something squeezing my chest tightly.
With a bated breath, I inch towards the beast, gently crouching by it's side when I'm close enough. It's breathing is shallow, and it seems unconscious. I reach out to inspect the gaping wound by its side and it's ears flicker, a low groan of pain rumbling in it's throat. But it doesn't open it's eyes.
Something warm trickles down my cheeks and when I inspect it, I discover I'm crying. Why do I lose control
