Dreamweb

He wiggled his out-sized canine with his tongue, dissatisfied at the looseness and worried that he’d need to grow a new one. Brilliant. Marvelous. Fan-fucking-tastic. “You really shouldn’t have provoked that sentry. I could have told you what he’s got in his trousers.” He glowered at his companion, offering his arm - covered in shredded leather and silk - up for examination. “This, my friend, this used to be expensive and able to keep me alive after sunrise. Now I’ll be lucky if we can find a hole to scurry into before that damn daystar boils me right out of existence.”