Dogs on the Isle Dream Log - 4th Feb, 2025
I draw Ailinn's bow string back, the nerves have taken the strength from him. The arrow lands with a blush of scarlet on heavy heaving hide. I have raised him well. My tears flow and my pride swells like waves. The waves swarm around me and I'm taken by strangers, torn from my land. The salt stings my cheek, the rope burns my wrists. The burning spreads to my heart and softens to a warm glow. His beard brushes briefly on my skin. I remember love for the first time since I left Albann. I remember guilt. "Sean," I look into his eyes, but they are the deepest black. His skin is leathery, stretched and sagging. He wears a twisted crown. I shriek as the demon strikes with spear-arm. The tip jolts out like a bolt from the blue, biting my eye. He howls at me, "Kin-killer!" I can't stop the blood. I awake sweating, shivering, eyes wet. The tavern fire crackles, spills its blanket of warmth across the ghosts that rest here. I step out into the moonlight. My skin...