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Terror
🕑 Added 2018-02-12 03:06:50 +0000 UTC I see… nothing.I am walking forward, into nothing.
I have no purpose, no thoughts, no hopes, and no dreams.
All I do… is walk.
I see… the sea.
I have never seen the sea.
It is sparkling, like an ocean of shining gems.
The sun is bright, the sun is setting, the sun is putting the sea on fire.
Still… I walk.
I see… Wynsiph.
Its people are there, living life.
The streets are busy, the people like blurry shapes passing by.
They have purpose, they have hopes, they have what I lack.
I keep… walking.
I see… the woods.
The air is thick, like poison.
It seeps inside me, entangling my limbs like living vines.
It tries to stop me, it tries to devour me, it fails to take me.
I… am limping.
I see… her.
She shines like a gem, her eyes pools of stars.
She smiles at me, her life is only starting, she is full of hope.
She holds out her paw to me, she backs away from me, she is afraid of me.
I am crawling.
I see… myself.
I am me, and I am not.
This me is crying, this me is afraid, this me is terrified.
He holds a claw forward, he points a claw behind me, he points a claw at fear.
I turn back.
I see… shadows.
Shadows, shadows, shadows.
Shadows, taking me, shadows, pulling me appart, shadows, devouring me.
They call my name, but I am deaf, they call my heart, but I am dead, they call my soul, but I am gone.
I… am… weeping…
I am… terrified.
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Azelea sighed as she walked in her room; she had spent the day out, helping around the Nook in doing various jobs. Being taller wasn't as fun as she first thought, especially since now she could do what other Wynglings couldn't help with, so obviously they would turn to her for help. Chii'Falla knows she couldn't say no to those faces. And now, as she closed the door behind her, she was ready to pass out. However, she stood surprised to see that she was in the dark; normally she would find Ryuu, sprawled on his bed, absorbed in a book of some kind, with a small light on his bedside table illuminating the room in a warm glow. But now, her roommate was already asleep…
She walked closer, careful not to make any noise and wake him up. She was about to climb up the ladder to her bed and crash for the night… until she heard it.
A small whimper. A moan of pain. A call for help.
She turned to him… and observed him closer.
Ryuu was tossing and turning, his covers already sprawled at the back of the bed; his legs were kicking, as if he was trying to free himself of something, his claws grasping the matress almost desperately. His tail kept lifting only to crash back down, as if it was trying to hit something, and she noticed, with an alarmed look on her face, that he was covered in sweat. What in the world could he be dreaming of…? (…)
Tried something different with this one! Mostly writing wise. I wanted to make it clear that I was describing both Ryuu's dream and Azelea's point of view by making them drastically different. It was a nice experiment! Dreams are pretty hard to write in a believing manner, since they are so hectic and jumpy and often make zero sense. I hope I conveyed that well here.
Also yes; Azelea looks like an alpaca here. Not my fault, I swear. Blame the floof.
Hope you like this one!
