((Thank you, but fuck you Lakerus43 ;) . I listeo "The Lamb and the Wolf - Kindred voices" multiple times trying to write this because of you WHILE DRUNK.

  I wrote most of this while drinking. Felt it was ironically appropriate. It was awesome! And depressing...

  I'll fix the grammar and structure when I wake but I had to write it and dispy it. Behold! Raw and drunk writing!))

  //Orion's PoV//

  "Why 't we kill it?"

  "Its time has not yet e."

  A tearful, snarling cry rings out from the abyss.

  "If it has two faces, 't we enjoy two chases?"

  Orion's eyes shoot open, face-to-face with a magnifit bck dire wolf wearing a bck mask and a humanoid white mb wearing a simirly colored be, though it stood farther behind it.

  "Why do you resist? This is not your world." The mb cooed.

  Oriohed heavily, looking around this pne of existe shimmered grey and white, like peaceful fmes on cold embers.

  "It may not be my universe, but I want them to live happily!"

  "Why? Your existence is unwele," The mb snuffed, looking into the distance.

  The wolf snarls, "This weak will is why you died. Your weakness, this pitiful existe taints the chase of a pure soul!"

  "Yet you ot kill me!" Orion shouted, waving his arm furiously. The wolf s his response. "I will fight! I've killed so many... Those who haven't yet experienced loss may never know what it means to take a life! BUT I DO!"

  "It grieves," The wolf whimpers, tilting its head.

  The mb hums, "It feels unique, but it is not. It ighe suffering of many- the cause of many more."

  The wolf howls, "But we not chase it once more? It cries like us!"

  "It is fake! It is a lie." The mb shakes its head. She tilts her bow up, a radiating blue arrow pointing at Orion.

  "We should kill it."

  "The meat will sour; the taint will ruin its fvor, should we not wait?" the wolf reasons.

  The mb hums, taking its time. Orio the arring at everything- his sacrifices, his pain- everything. He speaks slowly, "I will survive. Choose your favorite, but I will survive."

  With that Orion lunges out, trying to push the bow aside and punch the mb. She easily dodges, however, allowing his arm to slip past her head.

  "You will submit, sooner or ter. Your soul is not strong." Orio as if he had been vioted as her eyes, swirling like gaxies, knowing here and beyond, pierced his soul. He wao vomit, but he raged, trying to headbutt her.

  "My existence means something!" Orion cries out.

  It was then when he woke up, shouting with rage and covered in bahat he abruptly sat up.

  "Orion?"