[right][h2][color=8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2][@DaftJive][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=8493ca]A voice pierced into his awareness, uncertain but warm. Like home. [b][i]"Mom?"[/i][/b] Damien forced his head to the left.

There she was, sitting on the floor beside him. His mom, whose presence never failed to soften his heart. Her existence was the same as he remembered in life---in real life. She had this air to her that reminded him of a butterfly. Delicate and beautiful, but possibly flighty if you moved too quickly. One would need an experienced net to capture her consciousness.

[i]There![/i] Damien found a opening in the chains and reached out his hand toward his mother's, gently brushing a claw against her fur like he always did. [b]"No Ma, I'm not cold,"[/b] he spoke in a soft and measured voice, filtering out as much pain as he could. For once, he was relieved that his mother didn't know where she was. How embarrassing it would be for her to see him like this. [b]"Are you cold?"[/b][/color]