Dreams Full Of Voids
#1 of Dreams Full Of Voids
Three years, Lance dropped to the ground clenching in terror, his wife was on the floor not moving as if lifeless, but she was looking at him in a horrified expression. She knew as well, they both knew what was happening, she had gotten the sickness, a sickness called Parla. Parla was a sickness that stops the body from responding to the brain for the first twelve to fifteen hours, then a possibility of going insane or worse, driving the victim to suicide. "No... this can't be" he uttered in pure horror.
He sat there thinking of what to do, but only fear clouded through his mind. He didn't want to lose his wife, they had been through many hardships but this was different. This was a life or death situation, all depended on what he did. There had to be someone to help, but whom of which could help. Parla was something few have survived, but gossips where spreading of a doctor who knew on how to cure sicknesses like these. It was a rumor, but there was no other way, he had to leave to get help from this doctor. So he packed up some food, water, money, and got his gun. He was ready to go, and he desired to make it back in time before it was too late to save his wife.
He returned to his home, It was good that the doctor was only living five hours away by horse. And now taking in a deep breath, he was ready to go, with the doctor at his side he entered his home. He was joyful he had the doctor, he was home, and now he could cure his wife. But in a World full of hopes and dreams there is a darkness behind every corner, and as Lance walked in he froze and fell to his knees in sorrow, anger, and pain. With his wife hanged in the living room, three years ago...
Lance shivered, not even his long winter fur could protect him from the elements of winter. The cold made him desire his home, and the warmth of the fireplace. But he never stayed in the living room for more than a minute or two, not after what happened three years ago. And besides he had his duties as a scout to complete his scouting mission with the party. In which they where sent out to find the source of the smoke rising into the white sky.
Thoughts ran through his head, why was there smoke, whom was out here in the negative fifteen degree weather. A dark feeling grew every inch they got closer, it was the same, the same feeling on the day of his wife's death.
Lance looked up as they where close enough to see the source, and what they saw made them awed in terror, people slaughtered, a short battle happened not even an hour ago. They searched for survivors but none, they noticed though that none of them where sergals, all of which were wolfs and a fox in the distance. Lance approached the fox wondering why was there only one that was different from the rest. As Lance got closer he could hear a baby crying. He froze when he saw that the fox was holding a baby, clutched in her arms and there was something odd it looked that of a wolf but not quite, it had a foxes tail and ears. Lance stood there, the baby was still alive, and the mother was too but close to death.
The mother looked up in curiously and spoke "I'm near death and if I die he will die without any one to take care of him. I ask of a favor... Please take him in, I beg of you." She sat there staring at Lance, and one of the scouts spoke "Sorry... We are not allowed to take in someone of not our kind...". Lance turned and glared at him, "Yes I will take him in, I will raise him as if he was my own" Lance replied. The scout grew angry, "You would break the laws of our own over this thing?"
Lance took the child, "Yes, I would because you don't understand ones life holds more value over everything. Would you kill your son if he was different? We are all anthros and we will help one another to survive." The scout grew more upset, "Fine as long as the council approves then it is fine...
Lance turned back to the women seeing that she was pleased, "What will you name my son?" she asked. "Darius, Darius Medine." Lance looked happy, a face which had never been seen for three years.