Dark was awoken by a heavy paw to the face and the icy sting of cold water to his face, which felt hot, almost burnt. He tried to open his eyes but all he could see was darkness with a feathered light.
He was inside of a bag of some sort. Or at least...
Dark, Dragon, Oral, Soul construction, Violence, murder
"is this my soul construct, uluru?" he glanced down and saw water trickling from the rock face. "why do you cry? are you not happy?"
a voice replied in a fatherly tone.
Bromance, Dreamtime, Molecular manipulation, Native American, Story Progression, Story Series, Succubus, Werewolf, Wolf, aboriginal, prophecy, totem