Ouroboros Spine spirits

Words.

So many words and they all rattled the cage of his skull, enough to expand the cage of his ribs in mildly panicked breaths. If he could not keep up with them, surely they would toss him aside anyway.

But one of them, the one who spoke the most, spoke a clear message.

She wished for him — and he did not know why. Feed him. Watch him.

He sunk deeper, a soft sound in his throat for her. Then he tipped to his side, now laid in the snow on his back. A bony, sunken belly exposed for them all to see.

Look, look, he practically begged of them.

He was no threat. He could be good. He would be good.

He begged that the woman who spoke the most might see this of him.