Drakey
A shape-shifting Dragon God
Sin's dream went roughly.
"Sinclair O'Flaherty!" yelled the teacher. his rapidly expanding potbelly jiggled as his flushed face scolded the student.
"Yes, Mr. Walker?" Sinclair asked the man for some sort of explanation. Sadly, he had always been on this teacher's hitlist.
The dream changed, Mr. Walker became Sin's parents, faceless and deformed. The creatures had their hands spread out towards Sin. His mother was beckoning to him, calling him to her. His father was scolding him, pushing the boy away.
Then the dream shifted again. A girl appeared, her hair crimson. She held a knife, that was piercing Sin's heart. Blood slowly dripped out, but the boy couldn't feel a trace of pain. The girl's face wasn't one of hate either, it was of sorrow, of pity. "I had to..." she whispered, slowly pulling the knife out, letting Sin's body fall, lifeless, to the ground. His corpse, though alive, stopped breathing.
Then the girl disappeared, and in her wake a great shadowy crow appeared. "Muniin," mumbled Sin, his closest of friends towering over his crippled body. With a careful embrace, Muninn wrapped his wings around Sin's form, protecting and guarding it. But then Muninn screamed, and he dissipated into smoke, disappearing once again.
The girl showed herself, the same knife in her hands. But, this time, Sin was awake, and the girl was sitting closeby tapping away at a board.
"Sinclair O'Flaherty!" yelled the teacher. his rapidly expanding potbelly jiggled as his flushed face scolded the student.
"Yes, Mr. Walker?" Sinclair asked the man for some sort of explanation. Sadly, he had always been on this teacher's hitlist.
The dream changed, Mr. Walker became Sin's parents, faceless and deformed. The creatures had their hands spread out towards Sin. His mother was beckoning to him, calling him to her. His father was scolding him, pushing the boy away.
Then the dream shifted again. A girl appeared, her hair crimson. She held a knife, that was piercing Sin's heart. Blood slowly dripped out, but the boy couldn't feel a trace of pain. The girl's face wasn't one of hate either, it was of sorrow, of pity. "I had to..." she whispered, slowly pulling the knife out, letting Sin's body fall, lifeless, to the ground. His corpse, though alive, stopped breathing.
Then the girl disappeared, and in her wake a great shadowy crow appeared. "Muniin," mumbled Sin, his closest of friends towering over his crippled body. With a careful embrace, Muninn wrapped his wings around Sin's form, protecting and guarding it. But then Muninn screamed, and he dissipated into smoke, disappearing once again.
The girl showed herself, the same knife in her hands. But, this time, Sin was awake, and the girl was sitting closeby tapping away at a board.