Alien Dreams
He sighed, hunting, running, flying, it got confused in his minds at moments of sleepiness. Sometimes he dreamed that he had wings, other times he had hands, and once ever blue moon -and he meant that in the most literal sense- he dreamt he had fins. During those dreams images of tarter sauce and lemon slices on the side seemed to pop into his mind... Or worse yet a bowl, being put on some adolescent human's table in a tiny little bowl to spend a time shard of his eternity swimming around and around and getting no where. He'd woken up screaming from those set of dreams, and his cries would send the red clad swordsman out of his bed, tromping down a flight of stairs, and running outside to comfort him It was nice to know that despite not being human that humans could care for him, he'd found that first with the black clad winged one, and now continued to find that comfort and comradery with that human's son.
Warm, agile, forepaws... No, hands, they were called 'hands'. Brushed away the wet tracks running from his eyes. He sniffled, but the tears had stopped now and wouldn't be back for a while.
"There, better?"
"Whine..." He wagged his tail half heartedly, it would never be better, not fully, but Lloyd wouldn't quite understand that would he?
"One of these days Noshy I bet you'll tell me what these dreams are about."
Images of wings and fins faded in the back of his mind, he whined and licked Lloyd's face. The chaos of his existence settled for a little and he remembered that he was in his large lupine form. All his late night confusion fell before one crystal clear thought.
You're not going to be around though when that happens, you'll be dead before I even spend on second in my next form, probably centuries in your grave.
He had to wonder again at the angel's sanity when he decided to be a father, when he had mated with the brown haired girl it had only seemed to be fun and games to the Protozoan... Certainly there was affection between them -all good matings were like that, filled with affection- but to have offspring? Madness, madness to the eternal, to watch one's child grow old and die, to watch ones children and grandchildren and great grandchildren fade away into death.
All clear and coherent thought went out the window when Lloyd found the 'spot' the wonderful glorious spot that demanded he lift a paw and start scratching... Ohh that felt good!
"Now I bet you're feeling a little better eh Noshy?"
Noishe sighed in bliss as those agile hands went under his chin and scritched.
"Bark!"
"Scoot fur ball." Lloyd pushed him into the pen and then squirmed his way in. What in Origin's name was the boy...?
Lloyd sat down in the pen, drew one of his wooden swords and Noishe stared at him in confusion.
"You think I'm gunna go to bed when some monster's just waiting for me to leave so it can scare you again?" Noishe sighed, Lloyd would never in a million years comprehend. Still the company was nice. "Don't sigh at me, Dad wont mind, and if he does well... I don't care so there."
Lolling his tongue out in mute laugher Noishe wagged his tail. Never in two million years would Lloyd figure it out, after all this was the boy who was still having trouble with his multiplication tables. Even Noishe, a "dog", knew what twelve by twelve was. He folded his legs under him, curled and Lloyd snuggled against him, sword still in hand.
"Don't worry Noishe, I'll keep all the monsters away, I promise."
In that, Noishe did not doubt Lloyd in the least.
"'Night Noshy!"
"Bark!"
And there was nothing more to be said between them till dawn.
