Swiftcurrent Creek Insidious disaster

*loves on*

He was lost out in a sea of thoughts and veiled emotions. He wondered at these borders, confused as to why its scent tickled his brain like a caressing summer breeze. He kept near to them, unsure of what drew him here, uncertain of what was making him stay. In the darkness it was difficult to tell exactly how sick he was, but his disease affected nothing but his brain—it made him crazy.

He remembered his name however. It was almost the only thing he remembered about himself. And hearing it in another's voice (a voice familiar like a song you haven't heard in years) was certainly disconcerting.

He turned his head slowly, eying a small wolf from the corner of his eye like prey. He stared for a long, slow moment, unable to recall who she was or what she meant to him. His black nostrils twitched, inky fur rippling as uncertainty gripped his brain and fear eked its way into his very foundation. And when Haunter was afraid, it usually led to violence.

For some reason, it was abated in the presence of the tiny sun before him—a shining angel in his otherwise completely blackened world. And though he was afraid and prickling, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that she was here for a specific purpose. She would help him.

"Have you come to end me at last?" He spoke very slowly, his voice breaking and more gravelly than ever before, as if he hadn't used it the entire time he'd been gone—and it was likely that he hadn't.

"I am ready to die," he told her. "I can not stand the pain."