(ooc: a joint RP between Rhaiwen's player and myself for our FC halloween event. Follow up will be in Fighter's soul)
John didn't understand it, as whistle for Safire, that sweep of exhaustion that was sapping his strength little by little. It wasn't too bad at first, an yawn here and there as he spoke over the Division Linkpearl. Even Khuj'a had notice and he explain that he suddenly tired but he hadn't done any major healing. He reached for the aether around him, shifting through until he found the Hall's aetherite, and teleported there.
The moment he came out of it, there was such a wash of exhaustion that he wasn't sure how he was staying on his feet. Leaning against the door, he gather what energy he had, and began the long climb up the stairs to the upstairs lounge. "khuj'a....remind me to... Titor...about some...thing last night..." He didn't hear the reply as he fell onto the couch, mind already sinking into dreams.
Finally. A satisfied smile curled Salacea's thin lips up as the boy finally succumbed to her spells. Holding out her hand, she called his dream to her, peering inside to determine the best course of action to take here. "Hm, sweet little thing.. Show me now. Show me what you fear the most." The dream began to grow dark at her touch as her crimson eyes peered inside intently. What path should she take with this one? Oh, the choices!
The dream had started out nice enough...his sister laughing as she lean up against Sam. He was at the fire with Kitten, the plainfolk laughing at her Hellguard husband as he grumble about the Aldgoats. As she reprimand Raging, John stood up, slipping away for the fire, following after Sara. He clutched the flowers in his hand, and going after her. He knew he didn't want to hurt his sister by telling her that he been in love...no had been crushing on Sam. But Sara was kind to him, even with his curse...
He stop in his tracks for a moment, wonder why that thought didn't seem right anymore. He couldn't quite make out the face, gold hair and violet eyes but it was gone and he was blinking. "Oh no...I've lost her," he said, running through a desert that was becoming darker by the second. "Sara...Tanya...Rage....Where are you?" Why...why was no one answering him.
"They're all gone, sweet little John," Salacea murmured. Laughing, she appeared just off to his left, her crimson eyes glowing brightly. "All gone. You're alone now. They all left you behind." Grinning with malice, she floated slowly closer to him. A desolate feeling closed around him as she neared. "Alone and forgotten. You won't burden them any longer, isn't that wonderful?"
John spun around at the voice, stumbling backwards as the creature started moving toward him. "Who are you....what are you...what have you done to my sister and the others." He turn to try and run only to find his feet caught in the growing darkness around him. He fell forward, sinking down, loneliness drowning him. Then something grab hold of his hand, an aether he knew well. 'Remember Johny,' something whisper, no someone that would sit next to him, showing him how to peel an apple. 'no matter what anyone says, you not cursed.' But before he could understand what was going on, Pick had vanish, like a ghost.
"You're lying," he said trying to pull free. "Sister would never leave me behind." He finally found himself free, heading back in the direction that his sister and the others where. "Tanya...Sam... somethings after me..." Yet there was nothing. No sound at all. "Please, someone anyone answer me."
A clawed hand shot out, snagging a tight hold in John's hair to bring him up short. Leaning over his shoulder, she hissed softly, "You're alone, kitten. Alone and defenseless. No one will come for you here. Why should they?" Jerking him around to face her, she smiled unpleasantly. Her free hand moved, snagging at John's wrist in a punishing grip.
A thought was all it took to cause the fabric of his gloves to rot away. "I hope you're ready, boy. I'm going to show you.. so many things." Her crimson eyes boring into his, she forced his hand up to her cheek, reveling in the memories of all the slaughter she had caused over her long lifetime.
He cried out has his hair was pulled so hard he almost fell backwards. "Let go..." he began only to find himself jerked around and his hand was caught, the grip grinding the bones in his wrist together. His eyes widen as the gloves rotted off his hands and he began to fight even more. "No, no, no..." he said, fighting to get away from her. "You don't know what you're doing...I'll taint you."
Violet eyes again. 'You'll not cursed...you care and been there for me.' And the unknown person was gone but he drew strength...enough to form something in his hand. A blade of healing aether, fire in the center of it, managing to bring the 'dagger' in on her faces before his other hand touch her. He almost smile as the 'blade' hit before his eyes glaze over and his mind was fell into the horror of her memories. In the waking world, his scream ran through the Hall, but only two others hear it yet they were caught by Salacea's web of nightmares as well.
The blade struck home just beneath Salacea's left eye, sinking deep into her face. She only gave a gruesome smile, laughing as John began to scream. "That's right. Take it all in. Suffer, trapped inside a never-ending parade of agony." Flitting away from John, she left the dream and settled upon her sofa once more, watching the three nightmares float before her with a satisfied smile.
John hit the ground as she left him, not that he was aware of her leaving. Even as his body in the waking world went still, horror covering his face, John in the nightmare continue to scream, the dreamscape reflecting the memories, the dead, blood, and what those caught by her voice did to win her favor. 'Howl...' a small part of himself thought but was lost in a sea of blood.
John didn't understand it, as whistle for Safire, that sweep of exhaustion that was sapping his strength little by little. It wasn't too bad at first, an yawn here and there as he spoke over the Division Linkpearl. Even Khuj'a had notice and he explain that he suddenly tired but he hadn't done any major healing. He reached for the aether around him, shifting through until he found the Hall's aetherite, and teleported there.
The moment he came out of it, there was such a wash of exhaustion that he wasn't sure how he was staying on his feet. Leaning against the door, he gather what energy he had, and began the long climb up the stairs to the upstairs lounge. "khuj'a....remind me to... Titor...about some...thing last night..." He didn't hear the reply as he fell onto the couch, mind already sinking into dreams.
Finally. A satisfied smile curled Salacea's thin lips up as the boy finally succumbed to her spells. Holding out her hand, she called his dream to her, peering inside to determine the best course of action to take here. "Hm, sweet little thing.. Show me now. Show me what you fear the most." The dream began to grow dark at her touch as her crimson eyes peered inside intently. What path should she take with this one? Oh, the choices!
The dream had started out nice enough...his sister laughing as she lean up against Sam. He was at the fire with Kitten, the plainfolk laughing at her Hellguard husband as he grumble about the Aldgoats. As she reprimand Raging, John stood up, slipping away for the fire, following after Sara. He clutched the flowers in his hand, and going after her. He knew he didn't want to hurt his sister by telling her that he been in love...no had been crushing on Sam. But Sara was kind to him, even with his curse...
He stop in his tracks for a moment, wonder why that thought didn't seem right anymore. He couldn't quite make out the face, gold hair and violet eyes but it was gone and he was blinking. "Oh no...I've lost her," he said, running through a desert that was becoming darker by the second. "Sara...Tanya...Rage....Where are you?" Why...why was no one answering him.
"They're all gone, sweet little John," Salacea murmured. Laughing, she appeared just off to his left, her crimson eyes glowing brightly. "All gone. You're alone now. They all left you behind." Grinning with malice, she floated slowly closer to him. A desolate feeling closed around him as she neared. "Alone and forgotten. You won't burden them any longer, isn't that wonderful?"
John spun around at the voice, stumbling backwards as the creature started moving toward him. "Who are you....what are you...what have you done to my sister and the others." He turn to try and run only to find his feet caught in the growing darkness around him. He fell forward, sinking down, loneliness drowning him. Then something grab hold of his hand, an aether he knew well. 'Remember Johny,' something whisper, no someone that would sit next to him, showing him how to peel an apple. 'no matter what anyone says, you not cursed.' But before he could understand what was going on, Pick had vanish, like a ghost.
"You're lying," he said trying to pull free. "Sister would never leave me behind." He finally found himself free, heading back in the direction that his sister and the others where. "Tanya...Sam... somethings after me..." Yet there was nothing. No sound at all. "Please, someone anyone answer me."
A clawed hand shot out, snagging a tight hold in John's hair to bring him up short. Leaning over his shoulder, she hissed softly, "You're alone, kitten. Alone and defenseless. No one will come for you here. Why should they?" Jerking him around to face her, she smiled unpleasantly. Her free hand moved, snagging at John's wrist in a punishing grip.
A thought was all it took to cause the fabric of his gloves to rot away. "I hope you're ready, boy. I'm going to show you.. so many things." Her crimson eyes boring into his, she forced his hand up to her cheek, reveling in the memories of all the slaughter she had caused over her long lifetime.
He cried out has his hair was pulled so hard he almost fell backwards. "Let go..." he began only to find himself jerked around and his hand was caught, the grip grinding the bones in his wrist together. His eyes widen as the gloves rotted off his hands and he began to fight even more. "No, no, no..." he said, fighting to get away from her. "You don't know what you're doing...I'll taint you."
Violet eyes again. 'You'll not cursed...you care and been there for me.' And the unknown person was gone but he drew strength...enough to form something in his hand. A blade of healing aether, fire in the center of it, managing to bring the 'dagger' in on her faces before his other hand touch her. He almost smile as the 'blade' hit before his eyes glaze over and his mind was fell into the horror of her memories. In the waking world, his scream ran through the Hall, but only two others hear it yet they were caught by Salacea's web of nightmares as well.
The blade struck home just beneath Salacea's left eye, sinking deep into her face. She only gave a gruesome smile, laughing as John began to scream. "That's right. Take it all in. Suffer, trapped inside a never-ending parade of agony." Flitting away from John, she left the dream and settled upon her sofa once more, watching the three nightmares float before her with a satisfied smile.
John hit the ground as she left him, not that he was aware of her leaving. Even as his body in the waking world went still, horror covering his face, John in the nightmare continue to scream, the dreamscape reflecting the memories, the dead, blood, and what those caught by her voice did to win her favor. 'Howl...' a small part of himself thought but was lost in a sea of blood.
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