His mouth opens, and the storm crashes in. Wind and white and the sky broken for a hundred little shards — choking, coughing, splintering —
Into waking.
He plunges up, topples the body tangled with his embrace. A hand thunks lifeless to a floor spiderwebbed with frost. All of it dead: Boards and bowl and the socket of a slow-rotting eye. Cedric shudders back into wall, and his shoulder finds meat instead, squelches,
"Fuck!"
Hands jump about his throat, searching for blood. For fur. For something he can't name.
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His mouth opens, and the storm crashes in. Wind and white and the sky broken for a hundred little shards — choking, coughing, splintering —
Into waking.
He plunges up, topples the body tangled with his embrace. A hand thunks lifeless to a floor spiderwebbed with frost. All of it dead: Boards and bowl and the socket of a slow-rotting eye. Cedric shudders back into wall, and his shoulder finds meat instead, squelches,
"Fuck!"
Hands jump about his throat, searching for blood. For fur. For something he can't name.