“I scared away the deer and rabbits huh.  I can go into town 
and buy some dinner.”  I offered and smiled weakly.
	His expression could of crumbled stone.  All of his features 
were pulled back elongating them.  His hair stood out like sharp 
nails.  His lips curled back exposing his perfect white fangs.  The 
eyes that had been piercing but thoughtful now glowed red with animal 
like rage.  
	“You are painfully naive sometimes.  If it be on purpose or 
true ignorance,” he said in a sharp whisper that shot through my soul 
to echo in my mind.
	“You know I do not like that,” I said in the strongest voice I 
could top try to create an air of authority.  I failed.
	“What do you want!?  Do you want me to starve!?  That would be 
worse than what happens to me in that damn dream of yours; to starve 
yet never die!  To starve down to nothing and yet still being able to 
feel the pain.  Is that what you want!?”  His beautiful voice had melted 
away into more of an animal’s snarl.  His face reflected his voice for 
it had changed from the face of my love to the beast of hunger.
	“I was just saying that I disapprove,” I said weaker then before 
but I was still trying.
	“You disapprove!  You disapprove!  I will starve if I have 
nothing to eat and you disapprove!” He paused.  His anger had slowed his 
thoughts and he seemed to be slowing his thoughts and he seemed to be 
organizing them.  “Forget it!  I found no meal this night and it is nearly 
day  I am going to an inn to stay unless you disapprove of that too!" Veins 
were pulsing in the beast's neck and head threatening to let flow the  
precious life source from his body.
	He stormed off before I could respond and seemed not to care whether 
I followed or not.  A shroud of anger and hate covered him.  The flames of 
hate were so intense that they could of burned the forest down to the dirt.  
For fear of upsetting him further I followed at a far distance.  My love 
continued ahead completely absorbed in his own hate.  The plants along his 
path seemed to wither as he went by.  His darkness was so overpowering it 
seemed to black out the moon and stars.  I myself was quite self-absorbed.
	Myself pity had completely over-powered all of my senses.  I love him 
with all of my heart and he loves me.  
He does love me?  I love him and I give all I am to him.  If he loves me why 
does he not do the same?  If he loves
me how could he do this to me?  How could he pull out my heart and step on it 
so easily?  Does he truly love me?
Or do I project my love on to him and see it reflected?  These questions cut 
me deeply.  I probed more deeply to find
the answers.  I stopped though because I did not truly want to know the answers.
	My surroundings reflected my doubts.  The trees were gnarled and 
half-dead barely holding on to their own branches or roots.  They seemed if a 
leaf grew from one it would cause it to topple over.  The crooked path was 
surrounded by these wraiths.  I looked upward in hope to raise my spirits with 
the beautiful stars.  They failed me.  The stars lacked the glorious luster they 
had once held.  Even the moon no longer was the pure reflective white it was 
before but a pale cream.  The tint of the world had reached even the moon and 
destroyed its beauty.  The odor of old death filled the air; the scent that is 
present in an decrepit graveyard or ancient tomb.  Luckily though the forest 
was over soon.
	We entered the town I still kept my distance from my love.  A general 
disgust for life radiated from him as he walked down the street ahead of me.  
The town seemed pleasant even to my tainted eyes.  The pleasant aromas of 
roasted pigs, chocolates, and roses wafted in the air.  The sounds of children 
playing still echoed in the night air even though it had been hours since they 
had seen called in by their mothers.  The streets were brightly lit by lamps 
every few meters.  The streets were empty and the shops closed but it all had 
a sort of welcoming feel.  This one bright oasis of light in the sea of 
darkness.
	I slowly gained on my love as courage begins to fill me.  I got closer 
and closer.  I lag only a few steps behind him and then I see it.  The inn.  
The only inn.  The inn seemed a blemish on the town.  As if the town had gotten 
a scar or canker sore.  I froze in shock and disgust.  The inn appeared as if 
the world had beaten it down and it had just given up.  The building stood two 
stores high and seemed as if it could collapse at any moment.  The windows had 
cracked and shattered ages ago some panes didn't even have glass.  The walls 
were of rotting wood with out a flake of paint on them.  The light was dim and 
only sound heard was from the sign.  The old sign was being held by one corner 
by a dead that seemed to be held together only by the rust covering it.  The 
title written on the sign in faded letters 'Pig Swill'.  The name seemed to 
fit the place.