Desreal: a lot of sunshine and wonderful things, Betrayal, which is why we are allergic.

horse stock by colourize @ deviantArt ; photomanipulation by Lore

“ welcome to the Castle Anthrax. ”

The fear and the confusion and the hurt, and her voice croons softly in my mind; how strange, that I would be free of one just to be possessed by another.

Her presence, however. Her presence, like fire.

Yes I can, my winds warble, their inhumane voice delighting in this, in the manner of one who says yes I can and there’s nothing you can do about it; I can feel it, the winds, draping around us both, their web. Family is a wonderful thing, Betrayal. You should value it more.

Family. Father’s words still echo in my ears sometimes and how I miss him, and père, wherever they hide. It was père in the end who was the stronger one, the dragon – sharp-toothed and venemous even in his peace. I wonder if my daughters will be like them.

I hope they will.

I can’t say I am, she says through me, through my mind, no, I can’t say I am proud, my darling. But I understand; I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t, my son. My Tyriel. We are alike, are we not? In the end, we’re more alike than I thought.

There is a laugh like the crack of fire, and I feel it in my bones; it rises around me, turns water to steam and snow into a bleak, wet puddle. I love it all. Setting me to rest, though – I am dead, Tyriel. It’s just that some things can’t be destroyed. Like me. Us… isn’t that so, my son?

Oh really?

How intriguing.

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.