Duldin's Dream #1

You were covered with a familiar warmth, one that you trusted and found comfort in. The smell of tobacco and Rum; neither a good smell, but to you they meant a caring warmth that filled your belly with warm, soft milk. "Hush, eat up you little goblin. Gotta grow strong and big for your mum-- ..." The milk stopped as you felt your eyebrows furrow and stomach growl for more. "Hush..." A comforting warmth caressed your cheek before you felt a rough material surround your face. You could feel your hot breath melt into the fabric and fade before you breathed out again.

The heat beat filling your ear grew faster. It began to make you feel uneasy. It never beat this fast before.

"It's gonna be okay. They won't take you. I won't let them." The calming voice was uneasy as well. Your eyes began to sting as your chest began to ache. This was new, and not a good new. You have cried before, but this was a different kind of crying. What was this new feeling?

"Hush, hush. Don't be frighten. They can't hear us. Please--"

How could you hush? You didn't like any of these new sensations. When you cry, the warmth and calming voice usually comes. You cry.

"Hush-- hush, for the love of Gods--." The voice began to break as you felt cold, wet drops on top of your head.

"There she is! Hand it over--." A different voice, deeper and harsh, filled your ears as the beating left. A hard, cool touch grabbing around your shoulders. This wasn't nice, you cried harder in hopes of making it stop.

"He's mine! Stop!" The voice that used to be so calm was cracked and becoming broken. The voice turned to a scream making your chest hitch as a wave of coolness came over you. Your crying became only louder as you wanted that warmth. Not this hard, cool grabbing onto you.

"Shut up-- hey. What's -- who's out ther-- ARGH!" Another scream like before filled your ears as you felt cool air rush across your face before feeling a cool and damp surface hit your bare face. It was nice to feel it cool your hot cheeks, but it's not the warmth.

You cry louder. Where's the warmth? You cry louder. Why are you alone? You cry louder making your lungs hurt. Mum? You begin to cough and gasp as your lungs and throat become sore, forcing you to stop.

When you thought it was the end of your warmth and possibly-- everything, an unfamiliar warmth showers your body as a foreign heart beat fills your head.
"Shush, you're alright, little one." A smooth, sharp edged curved object caressed your cheek. It was cool and soothed your burning cheeks. Your crying began to subside before you went still as your felt two damp, rough ends spread your eyelids open. "Hm-- are you blind? ... Poor child." Your lids were let go as a rough surface smoothed your hair back. "You're still innocent. I can't bring myself to hunt a creature like you." The same rough end pressed into your nose. It tickled which made you giggle. "Ah, there we go. It's no longer scary now, is it?" Another time your nose was poked making you giggle louder as your cheeks squished up from your smile. Soon, your body was pressed into a familiar yet rough, warmer position. This wasn't mum, but it felt like mum.