H for Host!!!!!
āThe Host Sees- he Seesā¦.he-he-ā
Blue gently rested his hand on the Hostās muzzle, rubbing the bridge of his nose placatingly as the Hostās face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to mumble under his breath, repeating his own name and the statement of his sight over and over again, caught in a loop. His heavy head swayed from side to side, a continuous rocking that was beginning to make Orange dizzy.
āShhhh,ā Blue whispered, sweeping his hand over the Hostās face to unnecessarily wipe his tangled mane away. The Sphinx murred, turning his head into Blue, managing to keep his body still for a moment before the rocking and muttering started up again. Yellow pushed further into the Hostās mane on his other side, nearly disappearing into the thick black strands. Red came back with Green then, carrying a large dish of water between them. They put it down before the Hostās twitching paws, hovering anxiously a step back as they waited. The Host, however, didnāt seem at all aware of their offering. He didnāt seem at all aware of anything anymore.
āThe Host Seesā¦.the Host- the Host- he Sees, he Sees-Seesā¦.he Seesā¦ā
āEasy,ā Blue hushed, resting his forehead against the Hostās temple, continuing to pet him in the hopes that something, anything he was doing would help. The Sphinx was working himself up with each word, ears swiveling back, the fur down his back standing on end, his claws extending.
āThe Doctor is on his way. He will be here soon, Host, he will be here soon. Easyā¦.ā
āHe Seesā¦.he-he Sees, he Sees- the Host Sees-ā
The Sphinxās silver tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth, laying wrong and useless against his too large teeth. He tried, he tried as best he could to speak, to tell his golems what it was his Sight was showing him, but the words just wouldnāt come. The apparition looked smugger every failed attempt, toothy grin getting wider and wider, tail swishing low in amusement. The Host never thought heād see him again, never thought heād see him in general outside of a reflection, or an old memory of one.
Tan mane, shorter, just transitioning from the lighter color to a darker brown, and then black. A lean body, smaller, pristine Plain wings, an unscarred face. Sparkling fangs, coming closer, stalking his prey, ready to come in for the kill, to write his ending.
Gleaming cold brown eyes, a modified quill tip attached like a ring to his paw.
āHe Sees...he Sees- the Host Sees the Author.ā











