| [ To think his dreams might resemble, to the outside viewer, a pleasant storybook reality is purely offensive - but for this one, in particular, there are few more apt descriptors. The sun shines bright, high overhead on this perfectly Spring day, and the world below is all warm, flowering meadow and leafy green forest as far as the eye can see. The terrain is a bit rocky in places, of course, and occasionally ends in a dangerous-looking drop-off, but that's the trouble of living on the mountainside.
At least it makes for some rather breathtaking views - though the dreamer of this rather ordinary (patently unimaginative) dream has no interest in sightseeing, himself. ]
Oi! Over there, don't go wandering off!
[ Scattered throughout the clearing above one rather low, unmenacing cliff edged with wildflowers, a pack of wolves are at rest, at play. His pack, over whom he watches, diligently, businesslike even in his habitually casual style of dress and bare feet. And it's to the stranger on the edge of this clearing that he calls, an individual he would not recognize in the waking world, but for now who his rational subconscious attempts to disguise as a familiar face. Just another member of the group. Family. ]
You know it's dangerous this time of year with humans in the forest.
[ooc: For his intro, Souichi will be seeing any visitors as "wolves" (kemonomimi like him) because he doesn't like change. But immersion in the dream is totally optional (i.e. characters can be entirely themselves and confused by all of this, or aware of having ears and a tail, or just be chill and go with the flow). Play it literally any way you like. ♥] |
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