Dark Dreams

Bored with my head about to pop with ideas. Now I have this.

yay? Made some corrections, thanks for pointing those out, Kayasuri-n!

"Get him out of me."

Those horrid five words, that alone had forced him out of his home, his body, and any sort of small comfort he could ever have.

"Get him out of me."

Dark Jak winced and looked up out of the bars of the prison cell he had been herded into, charged with the bright energy of red eco. For the first time in what seemed like days, there was somebody standing there.

"Greetings, dark one." Dark wasted no time in charging against the bars, attempting to reach through them to the small figure, who didn't move beyond an open mouth of surprise and wide eyes. Dark repeatedly threw himself against the bars, each time igniting a shower of spark that sizzled against his skin. "Stop it! You will injure yourself." The figure calmly said. Dark paused and paced across the cage on all fours.

Hurt. Oh, yeah. Hurt was bad. Hurt could lead to death.

The figure nervously stood there, holding a bag of something close to her chest. She slowly stepped closer until she was barely inches out of Dark's reach. She paused and her long, pointed ears twitched.

"Here. You must be hungry after three days in here."

Hungry? Yes. Hungry. And you are prey. He thought, snarling and baring a set of long, pointed teeth. The figure shook, but stood her ground. She pulled something out of the bag and held it out to him. …Prey?

"Leaper Steak." She stepped closer until she was holding it through the bars. Dark gave her a distrusting stare, prey giving to him freely meant hurt in his mind, and it meant hurt and drugged meat to trap him. "Are you…afraid of me?" She sighed and dropped it. Dark wasted no time in leaping upon it and tearing at it with his teeth and claws, the figure stepped back, surprised at the sheer animalism of him attacking the meat.

As he finished it and licked the juices off his claws he looked back at her, crouching like a cat ready at any moment to run or attack. The figure stepped closer and kneeled next to the bars, squinting to get a better look at him. She slowly pulled another steak from the bag and he immediately took notice, slowly crawling closer. She leaned forward to get it further through the bars without touching them.

Prey with prey? Both prey? He delicately came forward to sniff at the meat, old experience coming to mind. Prey can make sleep. Sleep not wanted. He crouched down and reached out, taking it from her hand with his claws, spearing it through and tearing at it slowly with his teeth as a sheer display of his power.

"They haven't even been in here at all, have they?" she said, just a touch of honest sympathy leaking into her voice, she kept her hand through the bars and stretched out her fingers, brushing against his horns and hair. He looked up and leaned closer, she paused for a second before running her hand over his face.

Prey. PREY! Before he could even think about it, his jaws snapped down on her hand, thankfully not with full force or she'd be missing a large portion of her palm. She didn't shout, or pull away, she just closed her eyes, and kept her breathing steady. He released her hand and pulled back a bit, confused. Why is the prey not scared? It's hurt, but it stays silent. Why? Her leaned forward and sniffed at her hand, still stuck through the bars of the cage with thick beads of blood forming over the deep marks where his fangs had pierced the skin.

"I am an ally, dark one." She said calmly, her voice barely even shaking. A rough, rasping tongue delicately lapped at the wounds on her hand, coaxing the bleeding to slow. "You have nothing to be afraid of." She stood up, holding her hand close to her chest while the other hand reached over to the wall, hitting a switch. The red eco stopped.

Ally? He thought back to the memories that he had. Scattered and vague, but enough to remember an ally. Somebody who worked with you, that you could trust, maybe even a friend. Dark slowly stood up, rearing to his fell height. He had been dressed in an old prisoner's uniform, and his white skin and hair were dirty from the grime of being dragged through the streets of Haven, even if his hands and claws were impeccably clean.

"Here. We do not want hunger to distract you." She held out the sack to him, and he slowly reached out for it, studying her.

White skin. Like me? No, not…kin. He busied himself with the Leaper steaks while she walked to the door of the prison, grabbing a small parcel. She returned and slid the parcel bound in cloth through the bars. Dark took a second to lick the juices and remains of the steaks off his hands and claws before he slit the string that held the parcel shut and looked at it's contents. Clothing. Fake fur. He blinked and looked up, the figure was gone.

Quickly changing out of the torn, stained, and filthy prison uniform, he pulled on the new clothes. A deep violet tunic hung loosely over a long sleeved white shirt, tan breeches and tall, black, leaper-leather boots. He fitted a belt made of the same material as the boots around his chest, letting the heavy, precursor-metal buckle fall in the center of his chest and looked down at himself. He was used to wearing clothing, at least, whatever his former body had chosen to wear at the time.

"I see you are finished." He looked up, the girl had returned; holding a large waterskin of some liquid, most likely water. He stood there, tense, but not aggressive, and she stepped closer to the door of the cell. "You should drink, before you get dehydrated." He stared at the waterskin as she held it through the bars, before retracting the long claws back and holding it, careful not to puncture it with the small talons his claws had become.

Water. Water is life. He gulped it down surprisingly neatly and looked up. She was in the cell. He blinked and stared; not much escaped his notice.

"I am Seem, leader of the Precursor monks." She said, giving a short bow, followed by an elaborate hand signal. Dark blinked again, oh, right, humans had to tell each other who they were. Forgot about that.

"Drr…rrk…" He growled out, his voice rough and scratchy. He stopped and licked his teeth. "Darrrrk-k." He said with a gravelly voice, rolling the 'r' into a growl and cutting off the 'k' with a sharp click of his teeth. Seem nodded and stepped closer, the two stood there for a long moment, taking each other in before Dark slowly started to move and circle her. She kept her eyes straight ahead, Dark inwardly grinned.

I like this prey, she is brave. Coming to a stop in front of her they were still again before she circled him, taking careful notice of his claws, fully extended once again, and his horns. The made eye contact and stared, Dark saw what could be the first human he could ever trust, and Seem saw an incredible find, the very living embodiment of eco itself.

"Come." She motioned with her hand for him to follow and opened the door, stepping out and taking a few stride towards the door. He paused at the door of the cell and looked around, confused once again. "Come." She repeated, a bit more forcefully. He dropped to all fours and bounded to her side.

Seem smiled and walked to the door, waiting until he slowly walked over to enter the code into the keypad. He stood on his feet, still hunched over in case of need to run and leap. The door opened, and for the first time, Dark could make his own decision.

Stay? Or go?

Dammit. I broke down and read the reviews…

SEMICOLON! YOU ARE TRULY THE BANE OF MY EXISTANCE!