Through the smoke, the beast of the ceiling slowly descended, maws open, ready to devour her. It smelt nice, too nice. She could hear it as well. Movement felt a long way away, but maybe she could hide. She tried focusing on that, melting into the warm bed. Maybe the beast would find her anyway, and eat her up. It might not be too bad. Smoke, and aching tears, now blurred the room together. Was it already down there, on the floor? How did it get there...<br/><br/>Warmth washed over her when she heard that honey thickened voice. It was soft, so relaxing. Even the fear that she was naked under these covers flared for but a moment, before being sedated. She had the blanket to protect her, and besides...<br/><br/>She moaned when those fingers explored her arm, worried at what they would discover of her, but once again the panic quickly dulled. Raven...hurst, that sounded like a nice place, and the fingers moved up her arm, away from her shame, the writing on her flesh a pleasant distraction as she tried to picture the unknown runes as they were drawn.  Cool water ran across her lips, slipping down her throat, soothing the angry flesh, seeping into her hot body. The hand in her hair was nice, she could lean back against it, and drink greedily. She now had the water she had so desperately craved, but what about the poison?<br/><br/>She was a bobcat. That sounded good. Did it mean he was proud of her? She moaned again when she saw him. It was a soft moan of pain. He was so beautiful, an angel, sent by the Lord. A sign, and a good one too, it had to be. Rest? Yes, she could rest. She was a dog in heat. Was that good? She couldn't tell. He was so close to her, and that voice. A happy memory? Her foggy mind flitted, finding those few nights when her father had been proud of her, the first time she had tried bacon, the travelling puppet show, but her lips could not voice them, not now. She wanted to hear more of that honeyed voice, she wanted him to stay.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">“Tell me, your memory,”</span>she said, or at least tried to. Rest.