Being stuck in a dark and mysterious forest quite possibly filled with danger is not new to the Doctor. In fact, he absolutely relishes it. Things are usually too quiet for him, so these kind of dreams let him stretch his legs a bit, even if only his metaphorical, mental legs, and run around a little and get in trouble and meet new people.
Especially considering the TARDIS has been very prickly about letting him out after that little incident with a certain violent archangel. Honestly, he'd barely even broken anything, and had gotten out of it with something as simple as pretending to drown. It had been a lot worse for quite a few others, and he's pretty sure he saved a good amount of lives from merely providing a distraction. He's been keeping a close tab on Lucifer related news since then, but thankfully there seems to have been no more murders or that sort. Either he's cooled down and acting perhaps a little more rationally, or he's had to stay low for his own safety. From what he could tell, there were some who'd been putting up one hell of a fight.
But all those worries are relegated to the back of his mind now. It's time for an adventure, he's pretty certain. And his companion is...
Oh, he recognises them. That shape is actually very familiar, even if it doesn't really exist, at least not in his universe. Which means...
Both him and the winged cat jump a little as they realise they can link telepathically. Ah! Well. He's seeing himself, then. The reflection they see in one another leaves no other possibility, really. He crouches down to pat the cat, which presses up against his touch, so they can communicate more properly and directly.
This must be some kind of dream where a person's essence, their soul for lack of a better word, is made tangible in the form of an animal. The Doctor can tell without having to investigate that while the cat may look cute and cuddly, it's a dangerous and dark animal, a lot more vicious and resilient than appearances would have it. Good.
And while this cat, Theta as it wants to be called, appears to have what most closely resembling a female body, it is, like him, not overly attached to that kind of definition. But since it seems to be the appropriate thing for the dream, might as well call the cat a she, just as the Doctor goes by 'he' out of convenience.
"Well," the Doctor says, once that's all settled and explored, and straightens up.
"Yes," Theta agrees, stretching her wings a little. "Let's explore."
"Agreed," the Doctor answers, and they head off in a random direction, looking for other dreamers, or perhaps something suitably menacing. The dream itself seems very intent on intimidating, but neither the Doctor nor Theta lets it bother them terribly.
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Especially considering the TARDIS has been very prickly about letting him out after that little incident with a certain violent archangel. Honestly, he'd barely even broken anything, and had gotten out of it with something as simple as pretending to drown. It had been a lot worse for quite a few others, and he's pretty sure he saved a good amount of lives from merely providing a distraction. He's been keeping a close tab on Lucifer related news since then, but thankfully there seems to have been no more murders or that sort. Either he's cooled down and acting perhaps a little more rationally, or he's had to stay low for his own safety. From what he could tell, there were some who'd been putting up one hell of a fight.
But all those worries are relegated to the back of his mind now. It's time for an adventure, he's pretty certain. And his companion is...
Oh, he recognises them. That shape is actually very familiar, even if it doesn't really exist, at least not in his universe. Which means...
Both him and the winged cat jump a little as they realise they can link telepathically. Ah! Well. He's seeing himself, then. The reflection they see in one another leaves no other possibility, really. He crouches down to pat the cat, which presses up against his touch, so they can communicate more properly and directly.
This must be some kind of dream where a person's essence, their soul for lack of a better word, is made tangible in the form of an animal. The Doctor can tell without having to investigate that while the cat may look cute and cuddly, it's a dangerous and dark animal, a lot more vicious and resilient than appearances would have it. Good.
And while this cat, Theta as it wants to be called, appears to have what most closely resembling a female body, it is, like him, not overly attached to that kind of definition. But since it seems to be the appropriate thing for the dream, might as well call the cat a she, just as the Doctor goes by 'he' out of convenience.
"Well," the Doctor says, once that's all settled and explored, and straightens up.
"Yes," Theta agrees, stretching her wings a little. "Let's explore."
"Agreed," the Doctor answers, and they head off in a random direction, looking for other dreamers, or perhaps something suitably menacing. The dream itself seems very intent on intimidating, but neither the Doctor nor Theta lets it bother them terribly.