Hello, Good Hunter. I am a doll here in this dream to look after you. Why the trepidation,
Good Hunter? Have you not dreamt before? Ah, I see. I suppose this dream does seem rather
vivid, especially after I am sure you encountered such daunting ordeals in the waking world.
However, you need not fear. You are safe here, and I shall be here to look after you.
Go now and speak with Gehrman. He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise
them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here in this dream,
such is his purpose. Hello, Good Hunter. Did you speak with Gehrman? Yes. He does seem somewhat
strange, doesn't he? Did he explain what you must do? Forgive Gehrman, Good Hunter. Sometimes
he is very single-minded. What did he say that you need guidance on? I will do my best to counsel
you. Use me? Did Gehrman say that? Ah, he must mean how you can use me to grow stronger. Honorable
Hunter, to do so, pursue the echoes of blood, and I will channel them into your strength. You
will hunt beasts, and I will be here for you, to embolden your sickly spirit. What are the echoes
of blood? Ah, yes. They are the memories and strength of those who have come before you.
Beast, human, and hunter alike are all one in the blood. So you have some echoes? Very well,
Good Hunter. Give me your hand. Let me stand close and shut your eyes. May the echoes of
blood become your strength. Oh, flora of the moon, hear this humble prayer. Take these memories
lost, now found. Let their wisdom grant new strength. The dim becomes elucidated. The frail
becomes unmoving. The lame becomes nimble. Grant this one insight, to see the truth beyond the
truth. There you are, Good Hunter. Whenever you wish to enhance your strength, I will be here
for you. Now, you must go and hunt beasts if you wish to see the sunrise. Farewell, Good Hunter.
May the moonlight guide you on this night.
Oh, hello, Good Hunter. I must have drifted off. What is it you desire? Converse, Good Hunter.
There is little need for such trifling matters. You should return to your hunt. No, forgive me.
Yes, I'm sorry for being inconsiderate. I know your duties must weigh heavily on you. What is
it that you wish to discuss? Ah, the little ones. They are inhabitants of the dream. They find
hunters like yourself, worship and serve them. Speak words they do not, but still, aren't they
sweet? They guide and help hunters on their quests, leading them to greater and deeper mysteries,
or without a single word or want of thanks. Still, aren't they fetching how they enjoy to be adorned
in silly headwear? Perhaps you can even adorn them in parts. Why not let them revel as babes?
Yes, is there something else, Hunter? Oh, the dream, and why all the graves? Over time,
countless hunters have visited this dream. These graves stand in their memory. This grave? I am
not sure, Good Hunter. This one has long since lost its owner's name. For some reason, though,
I feel I must pay respect to it. Perhaps as a result of all the echoes of blood I channel
for you, perhaps one day I will understand why exactly I must pray for this grave's owner.
Hmm? That one by the tree? This grave stands in memory of a hunter I once knew. Though enchanted
by the dream, he remained strong and eventually saw the light of dawn. I only pray that he found
the meaning and comfort in the waking world. Do I get lonely? Oh, Good Hunter, why do you
busy yourself with worrying over me? I am fine. I tend to the graves and the little ones. I also
look after Gehrman and the hunters who pastored the dream. I am far from lonely. Now then, Good
Hunter, off with you. May you slay many beasts in your hunt.
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Oh, good hunter, are you alright?
You are drenched in blood, more so than normal, were you injured?
How odd, usually hunters are healed immediately when they return to the dream.
Come, let us dress your wounds, there is a special room under the shop where hunters
once rested.
Here, inside hunter, watch your step, now, if you would, remove your hunting attire,
please, let me help.
Such grave wounds, this will take quite a bit of effort to heal.
Tell me good hunter, what could have caused such a wound?
You were dragged into a nightmare, what sort of nightmare?
Of times long ago, of the first hunters, no good hunter I know not, I remember not the
time of the first hunters, I only remember what the hunters who passed through the dream
tell me, they tell me of the scourge of beasts, of heroes of bygone ages, ailing lands falling
to the plague of beasts and blood, or of their travels through the bones of the earth, searching
for ways to speak to the gods.
What memory could you have seen?
Hunters cursed to fight endlessly, that is most confounding good hunter, every hunter
wishes to see the hunts end, why would they be cursed?
You met an old hero, which one?
Ludwig?
The name doesn't sound familiar to me, what did he say, guided by the moon?
Careful hunter, your wound is still fresh, please don't exert yourself, what is this?
A blade?
Good hunter, I am not fit for fighting, why would I need this?
Run my hand along it?
How pretty, the light of the moon dances on the blade, and these tiny dancing sprites,
perhaps they hold the truth behind the nightmare you encountered.
No matter, you should rest good hunter, I cleaned the wound as best as I can, the rest
is up to you, here, come and rest your head on me.
Sleep well good hunter, may you dream a better dream than this one.
Oh flora of the moon, of the dream, oh little ones, oh fleeting will of the ancients, let
the hunter be safe, let him find comfort, and let this dream, his captor, foretell a
pleasant awakening.
What is this, this lightness I feel, gammon also is strangely quiet this night, I do not
know why, oh hello good hunter, what is it you desire, I seem troubled, well good hunter,
this may sound strange, but have I somehow changed, moments ago from some place deep
within I sensed deliberation from heavy shackles, not that I would know, how passing strange,
oh so strangely I can hear gammon sleeping, on any other night he would be restless, but
on this night he sounds very calm, perhaps something has eased his suffering, hunter
what is it, your eyes seem to know why all this is transpiring, as you wish, if it is
not important then I shall not pry, what is it hunter, you have something else you need
of me, you have something you wish to give me, hold out my hand, very well, is this a
trinket for my hair, what is this, I can't remember, not a thing but I feel, a yearning,
something I've never felt before, what's happening to me, tell me good hunter, could
this be joy, a tear, how can this be, I am a doll, what kind of tears can a doll shed,
here hunter it seems to have become a stone, perhaps it may be of use to you, how strange
but nostalgically pleasing to give a gift, I hope it does you good hunter, so good hunter
did you find out the truth behind the nightmare, experiments by the church, I see, I know not
the inner workings of the church, I know only what other hunters have told me, they told
me of the church, about the gods and their love, but do the gods love their creations,
I am a doll created by your humans, would the creator ever think to love their creator,
yes good hunter of course I do love you, isn't that how you've made me, would you ever think
to love me, you do, oh flora, good hunter I, I know not this feeling, this yearning
in my heart, would a doll have a heart, hunter can you hold me, for some reason this yearning
makes me feel cold, my dear hunter your presence somehow soothes, I sense the ancient echoes,
they course your veins, this warmth from you is so pleasing, hunter lower your mask please,
how is this possible, this vessel is just a fabrication but it can feel the warmth of
your lips on my fingers, is this the will of the dream, good hunter, come I wish to
feel more of this, these feelings, this yearning won't stop, since gehrman is resting, it's
best we take advantage of this moment should we not, and let us undress, good hunter wait,
you wish to remove my garments yourself, as you wish, and do my hair as well, of course
anything for you my honorable hunter, the way your hand glides through it hunter, it's
so soothing, every gentle stroke, thank you good hunter, always I've comforted others
but to be comforted myself, it is such a gentle, wonderful feeling, my hunter your face is
so calming, to think it would be drenched in such horrid mess after your hunts, I yearn,
I yearn so much for you my hunter, this sensation, is this fluttering in my chest what humans
feel when they feel love, I don't want this to fade hunter, please continue, remove my
dress and I shall remove your attire hunter, I'm sorry good hunter if this vessel is unpleasant,
it's not, oh my dearest hunter you flatter me too much, may I touch you, your flesh is
so smooth hunter, this sensation I can't describe it, I have never felt anything like
this before, oh dear hunter reciprocating, no I mind it not, your touch is so tender
and soothing, this act touching one's beloved, I think I see why so many of your forebears
missed it now, such strange developments, my body seems far more familiar to you humans
than I realised, could this too be because of the dream, or is it the gods wishing to
grant us a moment of pleasantness on this night of the hunt, forgive me my sweet hunter,
I am nervous, I have never done this before but my vessel seems to know, can you guide
me, please be gentle, this feeling, so warm, I can't describe it, oh my dearest, oh my
dearest, this feeling, so warm, a pressure, it's good, wait a moment my sweet hunter,
let me just admire you above me, I feel so safe and happy, the fluttering in my chest
is so much more now that we are connected, good hunter should you desire you, you can
be more forceful, I want to feel this new sensation more, oh my hunter, please, there,
yes, right there, hold me, hold me and continue my dear hunter, it feels, it feels so rapturous,
please hunter, give me more, deeper hunter, please, yes, thank you my hunter, your soothing
presence and this pressure, both are so enthralling, oh flora, oh my hunter, this, this, oh flora,
this, this, this pressure, it's so pleasant, more hunter, please don't stop, my body feels
so light, please, hold me tight, please my dear hunter, I feel, I feel something else,
something growing deep inside me, but I wish for it to escalate, please, faster hunter,
please look at me, let me feel this sensation deep within, I feel, oh dear hunter, I feel,
oh mymes, oh hunter.
by the pale blood everything is so floaty is this is this the pleasure you
humans experience with those that you love it's so fulfilling oh my dear Hunter
thank you for this experience I'm sorry I must have displeased you to
have felt such sensations alone please shut this vessel down if I was too
selfish Hunter good Hunter you still comfort me with your touch no I regret
it not but please I wish to serve you now may I take the lead this time thank
you Hunter I promise I will be sure to comfort you as you did me may I ask
though if I may look at you knowing I can see you gives me peace and motivation
my thanks sweet Hunter no no please let me please you now dear Hunter lay back
and I will mount you it feels more intense my spine feet everything seems
to tingle shall I suckle my hips like this
yes hold my hips on there guide me and let me serve you as I always have
oh harder of course me sweet Hunter whatever it is you desire
am I pleasing you am I of use to you my dearest hunter
yes yes under I feel that pressure deep within again it's swelling inside me
like the waves of the deep sea much much more prominent this time please
hunter feel it with me ah together please I I sense it from you within me
you are swelling and clinging to me so sweetly and tight hunter my hunter my
dearest hunter oh please with me release the pressure with me deep inside me
under yes please
oh oh oh Flora I feel such warm from the both of us
ah thank you so much hunter for loving me for daring to love at all
good hunter may we rest like this just for a while at least as long as the
dream permits thank you my dear sweet one
sleep well good hunter and please dream sweetly
welcome home good hunter German awaits you at the foot of the great
tree you have fulfilled your task now you may be free what is it hunter caress
my cheek of course farewell my dearest hunter may you find your worth in the
waking world Oh Flora of the moon of the dream Oh little one Oh fleeting will of
the ancients let the hunter be safe let him find comfort and let this dream his
captor foretell a pleasant awakening and be one day a fond and very distant
memory