My very skull felt like it would split open at the seams. Is this what one feels like to be ill? I heard voices nearby, and by the mixture of scents, I could not determine what exactly they were. It was impossible in nature. So many different aromas in one space. Perhaps they were hunters of sorts? Human hunters? That would explain the contrasting notes. There were three, maybe four of them talking in hushed tones, not daring to risk waking me.
I did not want to open my eyes until I thoroughly evaluated and determined the type of situation I was in. Admittedly, I have a nosey nature sometimes, and plotting humans are so adorable. Especially against me. Trying to be so quiet while so close. By the sounds of it, they had no inclination as to who or what I was. I attempted to reach out into their minds one by one, but I was too weak to reach in. Listening carefully as it is all I can do, I hear each voice clear as day with the slightest attention. Good. I still have the advantage. My great hearing is still present.
They must be successful in their exploits. I have never sensed so many creatures in one room before in all my time and all my lives. Even during creation, everything that was created was done so separately. Different bloodlines were made by different Lurchers, and we ancients did not create the Lurchers while together. I grew mine out of my love and affection. Unfortunately, they did inherit many not-so-savory traits, but they were made from love, nonetheless. Then, after our separation, I ran. I ran, I hid, I ruled through lifetime and lifetime. My siblings created theirs out of pure spite and to hunt me down like an animal. Creatures created to hunt down the beast of beasts.
There were the wars that came after a time. Each creature that was created had hate for one another. A time after that, they mixed with humans in an effort to expand in numbers and created creatures of their own. The hate they had for each other only grew. The hybrids then mated with the humans, further mixing the blood. They were careful to never cross the species. It was frowned upon and deemed dirty. Everything needed to be pure and true in the blood. They have continually hated each other, yet here in one room, I can hear only four voices, but I could feel over fifteen different signatures. Maybe twenty? No. That couldn't be right, could it? Perhaps I was losing my touch. Being asleep for an extended amount of time has adverse effects. Feeding would help me feel more like myself. Right now, I feel like a sack of rotten grain. Realizing I had lost myself in my head, I brought myself back out and started listening.
"Lark, first of all, what the world were you thinking?" It sounded like an elderly woman, possibly in her mid to late seventies. By the feel of her, she was a witch. I could sense her magic protections around. They had her energy signature, so there was no mistaking that they were hers. However, it felt like something of the sea was also within her. Not a sea dragon. Siren maybe? Being weak, I could not tell exactly what. A mixture? How long have I been asleep? The crone continued, breaking off my train of thought, "Not only was it unsafe, but you could've also lost your job!"
