[Pratt recoils, reacting to being lunged at even though he distantly realizes this isn't happening in reality. He's inadvertently been thrust into lots of other people's memories against his will, but this one is probably the most terrifying. Adam's magical ritual had been bad, but he hadn't understood what he was seeing.
With this he has what looks like a corpse chasing Jo and gunshots and everything is chaotic and terrifying. He is not a fan.
Unfortunately he was thinking about something in his past as well so Jo also gets treated to something a little corpsey--
Pratt is kneeling in a grassy pen, a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire surrounding him, an odd ethereal howling sound coming from behind him.
"Yes yes. I know. I'm doing it." Pratt half smiles, shaking his head as he turns off the faucet in front of him, picking up two metal dog bowls and turning to the cages behind him. "I'll get you guys some grub too. How about that?"
Pratt puts his foot out to keep the penned wolves in their cage so he can open the door and set down the water dishes. They eagerly jump all over him as soon as he gets inside, far larger than any wolf should be. They're all white, or they were at one time, coated in blood and with a red cross over their faces. But the most alarming thing about them is the gaping wounds around their ribcages. They don't seem to notice or be in pain as they leap around all eager to rub on Pratt.
Somewhere behind him there's a loudspeaker playing a constant loop of Jacob's mantra: Cull the herd. Sacrifice the weak. But Pratt doesn't seem to be listening, sitting down on the grass to let the wolves crawl over him and gnaw at his clothes.
"Okay okay. Yes you're all good Judges." He laughs, reaching out to stroke their ears. "Be good while I get you lunch."---
But back in the present Pratt is shaking his head trying to clear it. He doesn't like this event very much. ]
cw: animal cruelty
With this he has what looks like a corpse chasing Jo and gunshots and everything is chaotic and terrifying. He is not a fan.
Unfortunately he was thinking about something in his past as well so Jo also gets treated to something a little corpsey--
Pratt is kneeling in a grassy pen, a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire surrounding him, an odd ethereal howling sound coming from behind him.
"Yes yes. I know. I'm doing it." Pratt half smiles, shaking his head as he turns off the faucet in front of him, picking up two metal dog bowls and turning to the cages behind him. "I'll get you guys some grub too. How about that?"
Pratt puts his foot out to keep the penned wolves in their cage so he can open the door and set down the water dishes. They eagerly jump all over him as soon as he gets inside, far larger than any wolf should be. They're all white, or they were at one time, coated in blood and with a red cross over their faces. But the most alarming thing about them is the gaping wounds around their ribcages. They don't seem to notice or be in pain as they leap around all eager to rub on Pratt.
Somewhere behind him there's a loudspeaker playing a constant loop of Jacob's mantra: Cull the herd. Sacrifice the weak. But Pratt doesn't seem to be listening, sitting down on the grass to let the wolves crawl over him and gnaw at his clothes.
"Okay okay. Yes you're all good Judges." He laughs, reaching out to stroke their ears. "Be good while I get you lunch."---
But back in the present Pratt is shaking his head trying to clear it. He doesn't like this event very much. ]
What the... Holy shit. What was that?