Apparently I'm a fusion
I had a dream I was a fusion of two people: “the Hunter” and “the Scribe”. The hunter was where I got my affinity for wolves and knives. On her own she was rather morally ambiguous, but the scribe provided a strong moral compass. Her violent nature wasn’t erased, but instead given dirrection. The scribe was where I get my imagination and fascination with wings. It’s also where I get my empathy, as understand others is important to writing believable characters. To her it was a tool but it just makes me a mess of a being. Together they formed me: Papercut. I guess that would explain why it’s so easy to talk to myself. It would also explain my capacity to have twice the character flaws of your average mortal. Anyway, someone kept begging us to stop. Like they were trying to warn us that people like us were never meant to mix? Or maybe we were fused with a purpose and were about to do something vengeful? I don’t know. One way or another, I woke up with chills.
