07-30-2020, 11:52 PM
The door opened and Tristian stood bare chested with black ink etched on his skin. He had not had the ink in the dream, and his words echo'd a truth she must know -- he hadn't had them before. Sierra reached for him and ran her fingers of the new markings. "Did it hurt?" She wasn't sure how something like this could remain after a dream. "Did you go in too deep?" There were tales from the wolves about two-legged kin getting lost in the dream forever. Lost without a body -- dead to the outside world. At least that was the information Sierra got from the images. It could have been something else. But the wolves -- they remembered.