09-30-2013, 11:24 PM
NPC: Bear
Bear caught the image projected by the young cub, and an echo of sorrow from the pup reverberated within him. Yes, he'd been familiar with Chaser. The wolves still howled in remembrance of his soul. Lost forever, so they claimed. Death in the Spirit World was forever to one of them, though the why wasn't anything Bear really understood. If a soul died here, would it not be as if it died in the waking world, set free to be born again?
Bear cocked his head at the pup's answer. Claiming he knew the real question -- no, he did not understand the question put forth to him, which gave Bear all the answer he needed. You may call this place the Dream, but it is not what you think it is if you call it that,
he sent. You truly know nothing.
Bear shook his mane. This place is the Spirit World. It is a reflection of our own world, and while you may believe yourself to be dreaming here, young crapper, there is a part of you that really exists here.
He cocked his head toward a building off to the left, where an image of a man suddenly appeared, falling toward the ground. In an instant, the man disappeared, mere feet from the unforgiving concrete.
That man, in his dream, merely brushed against the Spirit World,
Bear sent to the young cub. Had he hit the ground, depending on how strongly he brushed this world, he might have awaken with bruises, or perhaps never woken again at all.
He focused his eyes upon the young cub. You have not brushed against this world. You have entered it fully in spirit. What happens to you here is real in the waking world, do you understand that, young crapper?
Bear caught the image projected by the young cub, and an echo of sorrow from the pup reverberated within him. Yes, he'd been familiar with Chaser. The wolves still howled in remembrance of his soul. Lost forever, so they claimed. Death in the Spirit World was forever to one of them, though the why wasn't anything Bear really understood. If a soul died here, would it not be as if it died in the waking world, set free to be born again?
Bear cocked his head at the pup's answer. Claiming he knew the real question -- no, he did not understand the question put forth to him, which gave Bear all the answer he needed. You may call this place the Dream, but it is not what you think it is if you call it that,
he sent. You truly know nothing.
Bear shook his mane. This place is the Spirit World. It is a reflection of our own world, and while you may believe yourself to be dreaming here, young crapper, there is a part of you that really exists here.
He cocked his head toward a building off to the left, where an image of a man suddenly appeared, falling toward the ground. In an instant, the man disappeared, mere feet from the unforgiving concrete.
That man, in his dream, merely brushed against the Spirit World,
Bear sent to the young cub. Had he hit the ground, depending on how strongly he brushed this world, he might have awaken with bruises, or perhaps never woken again at all.
He focused his eyes upon the young cub. You have not brushed against this world. You have entered it fully in spirit. What happens to you here is real in the waking world, do you understand that, young crapper?