The dog lied on the sand, looking up at the sky. The bright, midday sun was covered up partly by white, fluffy clouds. Slowly, the young male's eyes gently closed and he fell into a deep slumber. A dream began to form in his mind. The luperci's dream started out with him sitting inside the barn he had grown up around. The sun was shining through the holes in the old roof of the barn and there wasn't a cloud in the sky; his body instantly felt warmer. Edgar's mother came into the old, worn-down building with a basket of flowers and fruit from the nearby garden. She sat down in front of him and held out a flower for him. The spaniel took the flower and smelled it. It had a very pleasant, sweet scent to it. He looked at it and felt every one of it's soft pink petals, it was a daffodil. All of the sudden everything went black. The dream then continued, there was rain and lightning now and the daffadol he held had wilted. A deep red drop of blood soaked one of the flower's petals. Looking up, the boy saw his father knelt over the dead body of his mother. Her body was all torn up and bloody, the area began to literally turn into a lake of blood that then swallowed up Edgar's body; he could just barely breathe.
ooc: I'm assuming Zadkiel thought Edgar was dead and is trying to kill whoever he thought killed him, Edgar is just confused and thinks Zadkiel wants to kill him.
He quickly awoke, terrified by the nightmare he had just had. The canine turned around to see another luperci walking along the shoreline with knives in his hands, he wasn't sure if the man was coming toward him or not. Hands shaking, he scribbled words onto that page that read: Please don't kill me He held it up in front of himself so that the light-colored wolf could read it clearly. Edgar doubted that a silly little note could keep him from getting killed but he thought that it was at least worth a try. For some reason though, he knew with all his heart that he wouldn't be a dead man today. There was something about the approaching male that didn't seem to be very vicious, he looked as if he were trying to protect himself in a way. Could he be trying to take down someone else? Edgar took note of the knives he held, they looked much more dangerous than his. His knife was small and a bit rusty with blood on it. He hadn't wanted to take it because it was the very knife that his father had used to slaughter his mother; but he told himself that it just might be the only thing that kept him alive. If this really all that his life would be, then it would sure be disappointing.
