A.N: Sorry out the wait. And about the cruddiness of the last chapter, it was written a lllloooonnnngg time ago. I no own.
I awoke to the sound of foot under grass; they were uneven and extremely loud even for the clumsiest of forest creatures that lived in these parts as my vision swam back to normality I tried to detach myself from my carrier who just latched on harder than before and gives a grunt of disapproval. I then take a better look at my capture who looks like the person in my dream; if the woman in my dream was a man and no longer had a neck. Or a head for that matter. The thing had two white eyes in the middle of its deep blue chest, and was completely emotionless.
"who are you?" I sputtered.
The thing looked at me like I was some lesser being who just spoke gibberish to it. I decided this being was either deaf or didn't speak my language. Might as well give it a hard time trying to take me wherever it was going, I mean with the state my leg was in, I'm not gonna last all that much longer.
"Hey, Dead Face," I unceremoniously poked him in what I supposed was a cheek with my paw.
The thing responded by letting my head whack up against the next tree we passed. But I'm not one to give up so I continued my tormenting. I started biting at his paws which were covered in white soft something or another finally I wore a small hole in the weaving and bit down hard. I met with success. The creature howled and dropped me as he babied his not so white anymore stuffed hand.
I skittered off into the woods and hid under a bush and the round blue Dead Face walked right by me without noticing me and I waited another two minutes and then made a mad dash for the woods. Unfortunately Dead Face apparently expected that to happen and grabbed me by the tail, hauling me up and over his shoulder as we started down the path again.
When we came to a small dead grove Dead Face got out a small square rock with a straight twig stuck to it from a pouch hanging from his shoulder, and he started peaking to the square rock in a low voice that sounded to childlike for him to be grown, but he didn't sound like a child either.
"Cethel meka nig'ht, quilbre X'anic teloque thri'el," Dead face murmured
"Sto...Wqat doht inofoce'tion ora u'e?" He was now examining his paw.
I looked at him blankly as he finally showed some emotions and glared at me through pure white eyes. I wagged my tail sarcastically. Since obviously he was busy talking to his square rock like a lunatic I now turned my attention to my leg wound. It was swollen and obviously needed medical attention, if only mother was here to show me what I can put on my leg to fix it. I started to clean my wound and get all the nasty stuff out of my wound and onto my tongue. My ears perked as I heard the most awful noise in my life, not that it was ugly or anything but that it was so ear-splittingly loud and obnoxious. And this giant steel bird landed on the ground as Dead Face grabbed me by the scruff and dragged me into the mouth of the bird. When we entered people that looked like Dead Face rushed towards me and I felt a thorn prick and I fell to sleep.