Dream My Dream [Daniel]

[attr="class","drkbody"]Daniel stared daggers into the magi sleeping on his couch. Old memories of how best to kill and maim and torture those of her kind leapt unbidden to the forefront of his thoughts. Her presence irked him boundlessly because of the danger that she represented. Not because she was a danger to him of course; she’d be no challenge to him in her current state. No, she was a danger due to the fact that she was in his home in a city that despised her kind if a passion that bordered on obsession. The risk that a young wolf on the trail would break down the door and subsequently need to be put down was not one that he could ignore. More than that, this magi seemed to have a knack for bumping randomly into his daughter and putting her in danger with her mere existence.

That was not something he could allow.

The old instincts—that terrible itch in the back of his skull—made themselves known. They told him to end the threat then and there. It would be easy; a pillow over the face or a silenced weapon; a knife to the heart and a hand over the mouth to muffle the screams; even his bare hands wrapped around her little throat would do the trick. Those were just a few of the ways he knew that he could end her life, and they were just the least messy. There were other, longer methods to finish her; methods that he knew more than a few in the Guild would happily employ.

He shook his head free of those thoughts. That man—the one that enjoyed the killing and the torture and the death—was long dead now and those concepts were the only thing left of him. They still had their place, but that was not here. For now, he needed to know who this girl was and he had just the method of finding out.

Daniel placed a hand lightly upon the magi’s forearm just as a purple sheen enveloped his eyes. He drew upon the gifts granted to him by the Dreamweaver and close his eyes as he dove headlong into the resting woman’s dream. His form shifted as the dreamscape built itself around him. Gone was the man that had entered; all that remained was a scarred black wolf that retained a rough estimation of his size and weight (which was to say that it was a rather large animal). He looked up at the twin green lights and around at the red tresses. A low rumbling growl built in his chest at the realization that it was symbolism relating to his daughter in some way. He wasn’t sure of the why or the how and it may have been his own paranoid musings, but somehow he knew it to be the case.

The wolf searched for his prey amidst the red hair; it wasn’t hard seeing as she was the only scent unfamiliar to him in the space. He padded his way towards the woman with his ears back and his canines bared.

“Who are you?” he growled as he began to circle.

[attr="class","drkbody"]The wolf continued to circle as the magi rambled on about nothing of any importance. He’d asked a very simple question that required an equally simple answer, yet what he had received instead were pointless musings on peace and a golden age; peace and love for all. He would’ve scoffed had it not be a decidedly uncharacteristic sound for him to make given his current form. He filtered through the aimless babbling and latched on to the pieces of information that he decided were the most useful. He had a name, a purpose (childish though it was), and something that made him decidedly more… agitated.

She was afraid—of humans and herself. It disgusted him to his core. Not the fear itself, of course; to be afraid was to be mortal. No, it was something completely different.

He glanced down at the dying mote of prismatic light. Its symbolism was clear enough to him. The fear she felt—that maddeningly mortal thing—was stifling her will. The rumble that built in his chest was long and slow as he eyed the back to the girl’s neck and thoughts of how easily he could break her leapt to the forefront of his thoughts.

“Fear!” he barked, caught somewhere between a word and a bestial growl. “All mortals feel fear just as they have grand dreams and visions like your own. Restore a goddess and bring about a golden age? HA! As if a scared little girl could bring about such a change!” The wolf glared at the magi with nothing less than contempt as a voice that belonged to a man long since dead whispered poison in his ear.

Just kill ‘er already. She’s too soft and weak. Better ta end it now than let ‘er end up some young pup’s first meal.

He silenced the voice with another growl aimed both at himself and the magi.
“You are too weak. You allow your fear to hold you back.” He came to a stop directly in front of the girl. “You’re weak.”