The wolf watches her. Frisk, Frisk watches. They're Frisk and they're feeling more like themselves and they're not going to let it go so easily now that they've got it.
'The castle gives lots of things. Takes things too. You...need a name.' These subjects are related in their head. There was a stolen name, there should be a given one, but the castle shouldn't give it, and they don't know if they should be the one to try. It's a problem they can tackle better than the rest of this halloween wreck.
They chew awkwardly, gingerly--these oversized teeth aren't built well for anything that isn't meat, and a part of them expects a trick. Will this hurt her more? Will this change them further, somehow, the way she's changed them so much along with the deeds the castle's done?
...It doesn't seem like it. Not quickly, at least.
Some of her words are sensible, now. They're Frisk, they're Frisk, they wanted to help her, and they still do, even though they've taken from her. Again, again, again.
'You're hurt again, you're bleeding,' they tell her, 'voice' even, mouth baring teeth and loosing a rough half-bark. Not fair, they can't control this body as well as their old one. 'Let's go somewhere else. There's...bandages inside sometimes.'
The things at the end of their front limbs have too much length to be paws, too short and jointless to be fingers, they can't pull or pick her up. They spend a few moments to stare down at her ground-bound form, head cocked, and then shuffle around to offer her their flank. 'Here. Get up. Hold on.'
src: the secret of kells
'The castle gives lots of things. Takes things too. You...need a name.' These subjects are related in their head. There was a stolen name, there should be a given one, but the castle shouldn't give it, and they don't know if they should be the one to try. It's a problem they can tackle better than the rest of this halloween wreck.
They chew awkwardly, gingerly--these oversized teeth aren't built well for anything that isn't meat, and a part of them expects a trick. Will this hurt her more? Will this change them further, somehow, the way she's changed them so much along with the deeds the castle's done?
...It doesn't seem like it. Not quickly, at least.
Some of her words are sensible, now. They're Frisk, they're Frisk, they wanted to help her, and they still do, even though they've taken from her. Again, again, again.
'You're hurt again, you're bleeding,' they tell her, 'voice' even, mouth baring teeth and loosing a rough half-bark. Not fair, they can't control this body as well as their old one. 'Let's go somewhere else. There's...bandages inside sometimes.'
The things at the end of their front limbs have too much length to be paws, too short and jointless to be fingers, they can't pull or pick her up. They spend a few moments to stare down at her ground-bound form, head cocked, and then shuffle around to offer her their flank. 'Here. Get up. Hold on.'