#critter screams into the void

[critter-screams-into-the-void]

anyone remember bil sifer

[sillaycritt3r]

oh look a pinned post

hiiii, my name is critter, you can also call me pinkie, idrc, use whichever one you like. prns are she/her, i'm grayromantic

I usually post about whatever, mostly reblogs and text posts where i scream into the void about random shit lol

i have a tagging system but it's pitifully simple lol, #/critter screams into the void is for text posts, #/critter.jpg is for image posts

i don't have a very strict dni, obviously no proshippers, no zionists, no exclusionists, but just don't be a jerk around me and were cool

PLEASE USE TONE TAGS AROUND ME, i'm really bad at reading tone in text so i would really appreciate it if you could use tone tags around me, specifically /s /srs and /j

uhhh that's about it, i'm in a couple fandoms but i'm too lazy to list them all out, but since i reblog a lot you'll probably be able to figure out which ones i'm in lol

edit: i now have a fandom sideblog go follow @critters-fandom-fun for fandom reblogs

anyways here's a thing

[couldtransitionsaveher]

CHIP WHISTLER from BIG CITY GREENS

JUSTIFICATION:

"vibes honestly, put her through years of therapy and she'll come out the other side a girl, unfortunately she will never get therapy in canon because she refuses to try and get better, girlfail </3" - @critter-screams-into-the-void

Reminder: Submissions are always open! Submit here!

Did you make your daily click today?

[paulyollyoxxenfree]

It’s 2am. I just wanted someone to scream into the void with. So I made this guy. What should I name him?

[imwritesometimes]

tried to get a picture of Felix during one of his zoomies episodes cause he sat on the arm of the chair funny but he zoomed off just as I got my phone aimed at him 😸😼

[jackkatzz]

@solunest

Cashmere Cape, ca. 1912

Reville & Rossiter Ltd.

via Vintage Martini

[missallanea]

@yinbug : 🐹 “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE INTIMIDATING, GORGEOUS BLOG-RUNNING FOLKS. who are actually nerds when you get to know them. Cece, I was hella intimidated by you way back when I was running solo Sailor Moon muse blogs and I was intimidated by you when we ran back into each other, but then we actually started talking and. You're just a nerrrrd. Love you. uwu

how intimidating am I?

[pupsmailbox]

CRYPTID ID PACK

NAMES︰ abyss. alien. antler. apollo. azul. azure. barkscratch. belial. blade. blood. bloodhound. bone bones. buck. butcher. cain. carcass. carrion. cassius. celestia. circe. clawthorn. cloud. corpse. creature. critter. cry. crypt. cryptid. danger. dawn. dear. derby. dire. doc. dragon. drow. entiyne. eyesia. fae. fang. faun. fearprint. ghoul. gnasher. graves. grim. grimm. guts. hart. haunt. hide. hollow. hound. jawz. juno. katherine. keir. killer. komo. kraken. lagoona. locke. lucien. lumi. molar. morticia. mortis. moth. myst. mysterie. necro. night. oblivion. oisín. orion. phantom. poltergeist. rabid. raven. red. revenant. riegel. roadkill. roscoe. rot. sabel. scamper. scar. scatter. scum. scythe. serpent. shadow. shifter. shiver. shrill. siren. sky. skylar. snap. solace. sombre. specter. spector. spectre spite. spotlight. squid. stag. stalk. stare. stick. summer. sunday. sunny. teef. thunder. trix. unknown. vanessa. venus. vesper. vestige. via. voiddust. voider. wander. wanderer. watcher. wraith. wyvern. zeke.

PRONOUNS︰ abyss/abyssal. anom/anomoly. ant/antler. beast/beast. blood/bleed. brain/brain. canine/canine. chase/chase. chup/chup. ciph/cipher claw/claw. creature/creature. critter/critter. cryp/crypt. cryp/cryptid. crypt/crypt. crypt/cryptid. danger/dangerou. dark/dark. death/death. decay/decay. deer/deer. distort/distort. doe/eye. ent/entity. error/erro. faun/faun. fear/fear. fig/figure. fog/fog. freak/freak. ghost/ghost. gloom/gloom. gore/gore. gut/gut. hunt/hunt. hx/hxm. it/it. ix/ix. kill/kill. kit/kit. loch/loch. look/look. lur/lurk. maim/maim. mist/myst. moth/moth. mu/mutation. murder/murder. omen/omen. rib/rib. rip/rip. rot/rot. scare/scare. scream/scream. shade/shade. shadow/shadow. shift/shift. shx/hxr. spectre/specter. spook/spook. stab/stab. stalk/stalk. stalk/stalking. stare/stare. stare/staring. tear/tear. that/that. thing/thing. thxy/thxm. umbra/umbra. un/uncanny. unknown/unknown. veil/veil. void/void. watch/watche. weird/weirdo. woof/woof. worm/worm. ze/zem. 🐾 . 👻 . 🦑 .

[onenicebugperday]

@alas-the-void-screams-back submitted: Yay, I finally get to submit my bugs!

Recently found this little confused moth on my window screen in the daytime, photographed in plastic jail

And a few weeks back this huge black beetle started hanging around in the evening time, probably attracted to the bright light that was on. It was blue-green shiny when the light hit it, my phone camera couldn't pick that up

Both critters were safely relocated, moth found in southeastern Bulgaria, beetle found along the Black Sea coast

Some lovely critters! The moth is a four-spotted moth, Tyta luctuosa, and the beetle looks like one of the earth-boring scarabs in the genus Geotrupes.

[critter-screams-into-the-void]

i don't care how important it is to the book of bill i'm not reading the great gatsby

[asamary]

This is another au me and ant wanted to make. Me and ant are still not sure about this au's concept and all, buttttt its about gods, angels, and monsters pretty much.

Soo the story is...

The player was once an angel that was always beside the prototype, the two only watched from the sidelines never interacting, or changing one's fate. The prototype sees the player as a child that needs guidance, and teaches the player their ways. Which is to only observe, never lift a single finger. The player, at first did what they were told, and as they observe for a long time, they begun to have a desire, The desire to live.

When they told the prototype of their desire, the prototype was furious of this. To live with the humans and the beast is unholy to their eyes. To be tainted with their sins,the beasts and humans's unholy desire tainting their precious angel. They lectured the player, but the player persuaded.

So one faithful day, the player did something no angels ever had the guts to do. They broke their halo. After that, they fell. Their halo turning black as the void and their feathers falling until a small wings only remained.

When they landed in a nearby forest, their fall soften by the tree branches. They, for the first time, felt pain. They felt every single bone of their body hurt. But they didn't scream in pain, it was the opposite. They laughed, for the first time in millennia, they found joy in the smallest things. The forest where they landed, had an abandoned cabin. They made it their home, and everyday they would explore the forest. Eating the mushrooms and the berries(even the poisonous ones) they felt alive. They felt free. And once in a while, wild creatures would come to them. Bears, snakes, rabbits, even the deers. They had an aura that said they were harmless. But that also meant they would attract dangerous beasts that stalked the forest. One group in particular. The humans call them the smiling critters, but dont underestimate the critter part, these beast are big, and could eat a human in one gulp. They were curious about the new human living in their cabin. At first they wanted to eat them, but as time passes, they begun to yearn the player's presence. Their softness, how the player always arrange the stuffed toys perfectly until they begun their routine. How they would always make too much food, and merely put them in the refrigerator. How the odd human would read a story until they slept with one of the toys in their arms.

The player lived happily.

Never knowing that their god was always watched them, and one of their loyal followers living with them.

It seems even when they try to leave, their god will always hold them close.

(This isn't finished, and we might change it. But ant liked this idea. Also dogday and catnap's design is still not sure. We both brainstorming here, and how we both gonna make the critters. )

[littleevothings]

I've been constantly haunted by a question I can't get out of my head.

What do you call the 'followers' as a species?

Like yeah the lamb is a sheep and narinder is a cat. But then we have shamura who's a spider but also the spider critters that are clearly not sapient. Same with many enemies in crusades that clearly look and act like animals, like the spiky worm things in darkwood, but we also have leshy who's a worm but is also... Uknow... Sentient?

Also given how the followers of any shape and 'species' can breed together would imply that they're biologically the same species. So what do u call the species? Clearly u can't call them humans, and 'followers' is more of a social class. So WHAT DO YOU CALL THEM I'M SCREAMING INTO THE VOID FOR ANSWERS AT THIS POINT HELP

[pizzabox-box]

Felt the urge to write more so here you go!

Blind Man's Bluff, Part two

Noisy watched the two phantoms pacing the studio in a panic. For about an hour before, the eyeless version of the mean chef guy had just been curled up cuddling him in the corner, having a small mental breakdown, while his father started playing around with his new ghost abilities. Then the reality of the situation hit Noise like a London double-decker bus. Now both ghosts were having the biggest freak-out session Noisy had ever seen, even from the chef.

"What do I do?! What do I do?! I need to fix this, I need to find some way to fix all this - " "I'm DEAD! I'm actually DEAD! What do I do?! I'm never going to see Hazel again - " "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry - " "Hazel, oh no, Hazel, where is she, she must be so upset - "

That seemed to snap Peddito out of his mental spiral a bit. "That little RAT!" he shouted. Noise spun around to look at him.

Needless to say, Noise did not take the news of Doise's trick particularly well. He let out a long string of slurs directed at the copycat and started throwing studio equipment around, screaming like a banshee. Peddito just watched, disappointed in himself for falling for the bluff. Noisy hid in a corner, frightened by his dad's outburst. Noise had always had some destructive anger in him, but... never like this.

Doise climbed into bed long after Noisette did. Keeping up the disguise was not easy, especially when he looked like a chocolate bunny without at least nine layers of makeup. And especially when Noisette was so touchy-feely with her affection. But it was all going to be worth it. He was going to be the world's brightest star once again! So what if a few smaller ones burned out along the way?

His train of thought was interrupted by something small bumping against his arm. He looked over the side of the bed. Ugh. It was that stupid little thing again. He looked at the woman next to him. Fast asleep. Good. She wouldn't see what happened next.

Doise snatched the Noisy from the floor and held him in front of his face. He started squirming immediately, but Doise squeezed him so tight he squeaked. "Look, you little pest! I know you know who I am, but it won't matter! You hear me? Who are they going to believe? Some little critter? Or the shining star of Hollywood? That's right. So give it up!"

"That's enough!" a voice shouted. Doise looked up, and his blood ran cold. Not one, but two empty voids were staring right at him. Before he could even start to run, Noise had him slammed against the headboard, hands around his neck. He dropped the Noisy, who ran to Peddito for protection. Peddito picked the critter up and watched the commotion. Noise's blank face got right into Doise's painted one. He couldn't show his emotion with his face, but his voice carried the utmost rage. "I am going to tear your spine out through your eye socket - " he began.

"Theo...?" Noisette adjusted herself in bed, still asleep. Doise took the opportunity to rub her back, saying, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm right here. I won't ever leave you." As he said this, he looked at Noise and grinned maliciously. "Easy, there, cowboy, you wouldn't want to break her heart, would you? I don't know if she could handle losing her husband twice in one day..." Noise's face remained blank, but you could taste the pure anger radiating off of him.

Peddito was also infuriated by Doise's audacity. "You little rat, you can't keep this up forever!" Noisy nodded in agreement. "Can't I?" Doise asked. He smiled and continued rubbing Noisette gently, Noise's hands still around his neck. Noise growled, angry beyond words. He wanted to kill him so bad - but Noisette. She was right there. All she would see in the morning was Noise dead in the bed beside her. Even if he removed the makeup, the damage was done. Would realizing how badly she'd been tricked be worse for her? What damage would waiting do...?

As Noise wrestled with indecision, Doise looked back towards Noisette. "Ah, you can't help but love her, can't you? She's just so... pure. So... precious..." As he spoke, he started to move his hand higher up on her still-sleeping body. "Gee, I guess everyone cares about her! Even the ones who only care about themselves..." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I admit, she's charmed me as well. So sweet... like the clearest of honey." His hand slipped to her neck, and his grip tightened slightly. Noisette giggled. "Honey, not so rough..." she muttered, still dreaming. Doise grinned and put his other hand to her throat. "It'd be a shame if - "

"YOU GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF HER!" Noise shrieked, tightening his grip. Doise tightened his own grip in response. "You first," he said. Noise immediately let go and backed up. Peddito snarled, Noisy squeaked, and Noise felt like he was about to explode. Doise readjusted himself, and Noisette rolled over. Doise hugged her, keeping one hand on her neck at all times, never breaking eye contact with Noise. "So what's it going to be, champ? Her heart? Her neck? Or my life?" There was a long silence, and nobody moved.

Finally, Peddito put Noisy back on the floor, staring at Doise the whole time. The phantoms faded out of sight, but Doise could tell they were still there. Still watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. He wouldn't let that happen.

Noisette woke up in the morning and saw Noise writing in bed. "What are you doing, Theo?" she asked. Noise smiled and put his arm around her shoulder. "I've been thinking about it, and I think you deserve more screentime. I'm rewriting all the floor four and five scenes to have you in them more." Noisette smiled and hugged him. "You don't need to do that, sweetie..." "No, no, I do, I really do. I want to keep you close to me." "Aw, honey..."

As they kissed, Doise stared up into the corner of the ceiling where he knew Peddito and Noise were watching him from. He gently placed his hand on the back of Noisette's neck. She didn't notice.

As long as he kept near Noisette, he'd be safe.

Previous part

Doise. You filthy rat. First tricking Peddito into killing Noise and now threating Noisette's life when faced with the consequences. Oh, how I wish to strangle him.

Thank you for another part of this story! Very curious to see where it goes next!

Also Peddito consoling Noisy is so sweet!

[sarafinamk]

Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 3

Summary: Without the red smoke to help you through rehab, you begin to experience thoughts and feelings that you never had before. It gets worse before it gets better, but don't worry. It DOES slowly get better.

Check out the other parts here. Also, check out Part 2 to my Incorrect Quotes if you haven't already. The Smiling Critters Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline. Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Injury, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death mentions, Mentions of murder, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addiction, Mentions of Self harm, Mention of Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Slight cursing, LOTS of negative thoughts, Implied Abuse, Conditioning

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been imprisoned at the heretics’ main space station for. Based on the lines scribbled in your journal, and what those healers and heretics told you, the closest timeline you could estimate was a month and a half…

Could be more…

In your defense, being in and out of consciousness because of not only healing from your wounds but dealing with your hellish headspace gave you no chance of keeping track. You weren’t sure if you TRULY wanted to know how long it’s been though…

Some of your wounds, at least, have healed. If you weren’t wearing those power mufflers, all your wounds would have disappeared a long time ago. But, no.

Those heretics just HAD to insist you heal the hard way. It is bad enough that those healers and their knights were watching your every move on the cameras. There was no nook or cranny in your accommodation that wasn’t under constant surveillance. They didn’t even try to be discreet about them. What’s worse is that now you had your whole body, head, and face exposed, especially to the people hellbent on killing you. They didn’t even deserve to have a face to associate with the Archangel. It was for your own good, they said. All that did was leave you with voices in your head screaming at you to get out, run, and hide from those prying eyes.

So what if there were a few instances where you tried to scratch yourself until you were satisfied with the red on you? You just needed a way to stop yourself from feeling these weird feelings. It’s leaving you weak. What would the Prototype say if he saw you showing such weakness when you were raised better than this? The scratching never went as far as it did the first time, though and it would never be like that ever again. Not on the heretics’ watch. They would always intervene before the first sign of red.

You spent a lot of time thinking about the perfect escape plan. You would get those power mufflers off, destroy those cameras the first chance you get, create a void, (maybe kill a few heretics along the way to send a message), and make an easy escape back to the prototype. It’s just… you could never muster any energy to go through with your ideas. You hated that you grew so lazy and weak when no prison was able to keep you contained in the past.

What happened to you?

Where was your energy to fight back, to make those heretics pay for what they’ve done to you…?

But…

Why save you?

Probably to interrogate you, torture you for ALL the intel concerning your God, and once they get everything, kill you. They can sure as hell try, but you’d rather die than betray your God and family like this!

You groan, cradling your pounding head with one hand. You slide down against the wall. Even though you've been clean for some time now, but you're still trying to get used to this red smoke free headspace of yours. Now you're just left sitting with thoughts and feelings you never had to sit with before, and you hated how much it consumes you. You wished you had the red smoke to help you through this, to make you forget these feelings, to go back to normal. But the Prototype never came back for you… no rescue parties were made for you as far as you know.

A few healers and knights argued that if he really wanted you back, he would’ve come get you by now, but he didn’t, and none of your “friends or family” did either, so you might as well get used to being here. You reminded them every single time that you don’t have “friends” nor are you selfish enough to need any. The Prototype was all anybody needed. You had that argument about 26 times before you stopped. There was no point in continuing this fight if they just refused to see any sense.

You hated to admit it, but...

Maybe they're right.

Not once, in the entire time since you’ve been separated from the Prototype was he there when you needed him the most. Your chest and the back of your eyes burn. Your vision goes blurry. You clench your blanket draped around your shoulders and take a few deep breaths until the burning sensation is smothered, and your vision clears up. You are NOT going to let weakness consume you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not as long as you’re at the mercy of the heretics.

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Here you are, three months deep into your rehab program, sitting on the floor, and studying another one of Bubba’s “philosophy books” as he called them. He gave you some so that "you weren’t left pacing back and forth in a cell or being stuck with your thoughts all day." Granted you do try to do a few exercises to build your strength back. You discovered it was the best way to distract your mind from the mere thought of desiring red smoke. At least the books give you more to do in your cell.

To you, it was all heretic propaganda to stray the weak-minded away from the divine truth. It was still intriguing to study about, all the same. Besides, if you're going to be staying with the heretics, then now is a good time to start learning about their world and culture. As much as you hate to admit it, you're beginning to understand why many heretics find these kinds of teachings appealing. Not only does it go against everything the Prototype preaches, but there were so many teachings to choose from. How do the heretics even know which teachings are true? How do they know which teachings they should follow for the rest of their lives?

It was all so strange.

Back home, there is only one absolute truth: everything that happens in the galaxy is thanks to the Prototype. He’s the eternal source of happiness, of wisdom, of strength, of a second chance at life. He is in control of all. He gives his people his gifts, and in turn, they serve him. They devote their lives to him. To not believe in this truth would mean certain death.

In the heretic world, it seems it is up to the individual to shape the world in their image. Apparently, to discover the truth, you have to be willing to question everything. But how do these heretics expect to survive if they're expected to find their own happiness? How can they be trusted to take control of their lives when they don't fully know whether they made the right decision or not? How are they able to peacefully co-exist despite their differing beliefs?

Perhaps it's something you can clarify with the Space Riders when they come in for yet another visit. They've visited you quite frequently, but it was all so strange. They never asked you anything about the Prototype or the cult. In fact, the topic of conversation was always about… you. They would ask what you have been doing in “rehab” as they call it, how you are managing your red smoke cravings, what you have learned, how are the books (in Bubba’s case), and possible arrangements that are to be made once you are back in their custody. When they exhausted those topics, then they would make conversation with you...

Er...

...More like they would TRY to make conversation with you and you would give short answers. Sometimes, you wouldn't say anything at all. They never forced you to speak, nor did they ever punish you for being insubordinate. Instead, they just moved on to a different topic. This was something you never understood, but maybe they just want you to let your guard down long enough before punishing you.

The echoing of footsteps gets louder and closer to your cell, pulling you away from your thoughts. The seven Space Riders greet you, make themselves comfortable in front of your cell, and begin with the usual questions about you. You bite the bullet and decide you might as well entertain them.

[jonquilyst]

Day 0 - Introduction and Team Sorting

🎵 Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doin' fine. You guys are on my mind... 🎵

WELCOME TO TOTAL DRAMA SIMS! The hottest new reality TV show on Simblr. I'm your host jonquilyst, and starting today 14 teenagers will gather to put their wits, guts, and strength to the test to see who can survive and persevere the longest. Buckle up, 'cause it's gonna be totally, absolutely insane!

Allow me to also welcome you to Camp Simsanakwa! Located somewhere along the coast of Brindleton Bay, this crappy summer camp will be our 14 contestants' new home! Here’s a little tour:

🎵 You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see... 🎵

🎵 I wanna live close to the sun. Pack your bags 'cause I've already won... 🎵

We've got the basic necessities here: 2 cabins (one for each team) with 2 rooms each, a mess hall for everyone's lounging and culinary needs, and of course bathrooms for everyone to do their business!

But the most exciting part is the campfire, where everyone will face the judgement of their fellow contestants, and the Dock of Shame, where losers will say goodbye to Total Drama Sims!

Now, our 14 contestants have arrived. Allow me to formally introduce our two teams: THE SCREAMING LLAMAS AND THE KILLER COWPLANTS!

🎵 Everything to prove nothing's in my way. I'll get there one day! 🎵

(from left to right; top to bottom)

ASTER ERNST (he/him) by @mayzie-grobe - An aspiring medium who believes in everything metaphysical, like ghosts and astrology

CAMDEN REESE (he/him) by @simsinfinitylt - Your neighborhood party boy; colorful and energetic

ELLI PROUDMOORE (they/them) by @void-critters - Your typical rebel who thrives on defiance and mischief

LILIUM POND (she/her) by @seyvia - An outdoorsy girl who's hopelessly obsessed with frogs

POPPY SPARKS (she/her) by @micrathene-w - A creative who wants to become an admired icon

REAGAN FELIX (she/her) by @prismaticpotentia - A pressured rich girl who wants to make her parents proud

TERRANCE VELLARD (he/him) by @aniraklova - A mischievous goofball who loves a good prank

(from left to right; top to bottom)

ALEXIS YOUNGBLOOD (she/her) by @thebramblewood - An impulsive daredevil who's confident she'll win

ANIKA PATEL (she/her) by @comfyinn - An easily-jealous girl who was tricked into the competition by her father

AUBREY DE PEYSTER (she/her) by @chaoticpixls - An environment-conscious bookworm who wants to carve her own path

CASSIE FULLER (she/her) by @softle0 - A famous streamer with a knack of flirting with anyone she sees

DAHLIA GROVE (she/her) by @ashubii - An obedient studious girl who accidentally became a contestant by boarding the wrong bus

KENZIE RITCHIE (she/her) by @wastelandwhisperer - An obnoxiously colorful girl who loves all things kawaii

LOGAN WEST-HARPER (he/him) by @akitasimblr - A reserved though kind boy who was entered into the competition by his brother

🎵 I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous! 🎵

[lavendersartistry]

Devil Nightmares

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

(CW/TW: nightmares, panic attack)

This is an angst/comfort fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered my OCs Eve Ewe and Bolt! Please check Oynx out, their work is super cool!

Although the skies of the galaxies were forever a sunset to nightfall, it was no later than 9 in the planet of the Lilim.

Its princess, Eve, resigned to her chambers in the west palace, the planet's natural flora greeting her as she entered the room. She took a moment to touch the lotuses in the lily pond close to her balcony, enjoying their fresh and sweet scent.

She looked out to the windows and glanced at the stars and the faraway planets. She took a moment to remember how she and her sister tried counting how many planets there were and how many would soon come to their world in the following years. Now, that time had stopped.

Now, Eve would become a queen and her sister to be general their planet's military.

Eve quickly shook the thought and began to settle for the night. Her favorite book was at the edge of the other side, the portraits of her parents and grandmother looking back at how she had grown. She couldn't help but smile at how proud they could be while they watch over her with their goddess.

With a quick, soft clap of her hands, her lights dimmed as she hurried into bed. Then, to dream.

...........

The unnerving void of nothingness felt like eyes were on Eve that watched her every move. She felt cold, yet she couldn't shiver nor try to exhale the coldness.

Red smoke clouded her view and it felt potent to her senses to even try to breathe in, so she kept her mouth closed. Eve kept walking on, to at least find a exit to this strange place.

Then.

A hand. Then another. Then more. All, so many, grabbed at her as whispers echoed in her ears.

"Join him." "He will bring us salvation." "He is our God."

And Eve ran. Ran far away from whatever was trying to lead her astray. She couldn't look back, not when she could feel those creatures, those voices, right behind her.

It felt like a loop, a never-ending hall to nowhere, no escape. Eve was starting to feel hopeless, like there was no one to come for her. She was vulnerable, easy to take and to indoctrinate. She couldn't even bear to look as the voices captured her and a long, lanky hand reached out for her as the sufferable red smoke corrupted her mind and her soul.

...........

Eve never thought she could scream so loudly. She was in brink of sweat as tears rolled down her face and her hands shook violently.

Her chamber doors opened immediately as the dark wolf critter, her guard Bolt, looked at her with concern.

"Princess? You screamed. Are you-"

Bolt took a moment to realize how she was clutching onto her evening blouse tightly and her breathing rapid. He rushed to her side and kneeled.

"Can you hold my hands?"

Eve turned to him and quickly grabbed his hands as she looked down to her lap.

Bolt didn't clutch her hands nor fully held them. He knew she needed room as he did what he could to get her back calm. He spoke softly, never looking away.

"Good, princesa. Now breathe with me."

The dark wolf critter demonstrated first as his paws rubbed her hands to soothe her shakiness a little. Eve listened to him and started to take deep breaths, the shakiness in her voice slowly soothing away.

"Good, good. Now, tell me what do you see."

Eve's eyes glanced around her chambers before opening her mouth to speak despite her screaming earlier created a painful sensation to her throat.

"I... I see the lotuses.."

"What else do you see?"

"I see you.."

Bolt nodded softly as he sat up and guided her to the lily pond, his eyes on her. The two sat down at the edge, the lotuses gliding in the water.

He kept his eyes on the princess and held her close, his paw and her hand intertwined. With a small exhale, he softly sang a old song.

Seas invite in the evening sun,

To light the somber abyss.

Clouds dance up with the heavens stars,

Chanting an air of joyous bliss.

Water fades back from blue to jade,

Guiding young rainbows high.

Flowers bloom in to reds and whites,

Quenching our hearts as they run dry.

Angels chained,

By a beast locked in slumber.

Sin washed away,

By the swift flow of time.

I may know the answers,

Journey over snow and sand.

What twist of fate has brought us,

To tread upon this land?

Bolt looked down at Eve, noticing how she had gotten calmer after his song. He rest his chin on top of her head as his paws gently went through her hair.

Whatever her dream was, whatever had frightened her like this, was now a priority to discover.

The dark wolf critter looked down at her with a soft, small smile.

"Don't worry, my princess. Nothing will happen to you or our home as long as I am here and our friends."