[[Mwahaha. I is done drawing you an example of what Monteckos look like. >:D

http://i1136.photobucket.com/albums/n487/WaterElf1/hjhjk.jpg]]

Vert smiled softly, yawning. Closing his vivid eyes, he started drifting back to sleep, and subconsciously pulled Fremmed closer, the soft smile still at his lips. He didn't know why his master was acting so strange today, but for once, it was a kind of strange he could get used to.

[[Thankya. <3]]

Vert began dreaming of things that made little sense, but for some reason, he enjoyed them. In one of the fragments of his dream, he was a wolf- albeit a small one- running into the wind, with a huge eagle above him, wings outretched and soaring as fast as the wind itself. For some reason, he felt like the giant bird was a friend, though.

[[Pffft. . _ . Time skip? x3]]

[[Sweet. |D]]

Vert's happy dreams lasted a while, but eventually, some thoughts he did not like at all began invading his mind. There was fire everywhere, and his whole world was either the deep red of flame and blood, or the inky black of nothingness and the charred remains of what once was. He tried to run from the flames, into a forest, but they spread too quickly and were quickly surrounding him. The trees, the plants, the animals, all were consumed by the viscious flames. He tried to get away from the flames by running too a river, but as he took a step into it, it too turned to fire that destroyed everything.

In reality, he was trembling, and breathing hard. As he fell into the river of flames, he woke with a jolt, and squeezed his eyes shut again, looking down and trying to force the images out of his mind. He was trembling still, his shulders shaking. He didn't feel Fremmed's light touch, though perhaps if he had, he might not have been so worked up.