07-28-2020, 11:13 PM
Name: Anira
Real Age: 14
Age In The Dream: 14
Dream Type: Nightmare
Subject: Me.
Anira rapidly blinked her eyes. The day was warm, sunlight was beaming down across her face, and she was laying in the grass. When did she wake up? She really could not remember! But she slowly rose to her feet. Brushing away the dirt from her leather tunic and any blades of grass that ended up hugging her boots. Anira looked around and noticed that she wasn’t alone! Nearby, Ulfric was talking to Emily, looking exasperated with the younger noble. Tea and Elisha were dancing, actual dancing! Syl was nearby scribbling away in his daydream journal, sometimes he would look up at her and wave…
Fenai, Gwen, and Serene were in their usual little group, chatting about something or another! Philip was besides Twilly, and smiling oh so bright. While Elaine looked like she was being mischievous and about to prank her brother… Misha was giving Ancelin a solid punch on the shoulder, jostling the cigarette that hung from the rabbit’s mouth! Even Trik was there, talking to Stavros about 'money-coin-things'. Demios was besides his daughter, whom Anira had only seen in passing. They both looked happy, like a family. The environment was warm, the faces were friendly. Anira stepped forward to go join everyone! Why wouldn’t she?
“You don’t belong there, you know that.” The voice stopped her in her tracks. A cold, ice-covered hand pressed against her shoulder. “You don’t know that.” Anira said, not turning back while she stared at everyone else. They were so close, she could just step forward and forget about everything else. “Well! I like to think I do, since I’m you and all.” That, that made her turn around to face it.
What stared back at her was a sculpture of ice. It held her own face but lacked the wolf-like traits from the carnal potion. Its eyes were crystal clear and empty, and its smile was persistent. Anira felt her own smile twitch, threatening to fade. Behind that sculpture of herself? Was a raging blizzard. How could she have missed it? The frigid cold kissed her cheeks and made her flinch. Anira stumbled back and stared with widening eyes. The Sculpture’s voice was the same as Anira’s. There was no malice, or hatred in it. There was nothing in the ice-made eyes of crystal-clear frost.
“You’d just be a bother. Always interrupting them. Don’t you think?” The sculpture tilted its head, and Anira shook her own. “I don’t.. I don’t think that.” She tried to deny it, clasping and squeezing her hands together. “No, you don’t think that. You know that. Silly!” The Sculptured chimed, its eyes mimicking her shut-eyes smile. Before opening them again. Anira could not find her words, it felt like she was choking on them. “They’re busy. Ulfric? He’s becoming a Knight. Demios is a father, Misha has a city to help run. Fenai has to take care of his sister and Gwen. Elaine and Philip are Princes and Princesses. We could keep going, but why repeat what you and I. What we. already know.”
Anira took a step backwards. The sculpture of herself, took a step forward. Anira tried to think of something to say! Something to rebuttal it. But when she opened her mouth to speak? She could suddenly taste the coppery blood-like tang in the air. The smell overwhelming her nostrils. Her hands pressed against her face, trying to throw that pungent stench away, but when she pulled her hands back? The snowstorm was closer, the ice and frost touched with a deep crimson. Standing besides the sculpture of herself, was what she could only describe as a blood-clot shaped in her outline. It had no eyes, but it had a smiling mouth. Its tone, much like the sculpture’s was still calm.
“We’re, what did Emily call it? A commoner. Right? Fit to serve. We’ve always been beneath them! We’re here, as long as they feel like we’re useful.” The ice sculpture nodded when the blood-clot spoke. Anira gagging at the sight of it and taking another step back. “You’re, what? Nothing. Really! It’s okay to accept that too. I mean look at you? Like really! Look at us!” The clot laughed, the sculpture giggle. Anira felt her stomach twist, her smile had faded.
“Why would a princess be your friend? Why would a prince be your friend? Why would a retainer to a Myllenoris noble, be your friend! Hell! Why would the Myllenoris noble, or a Rhyonish royal, be. Your. Friend. You’re kind of dense, aren’t you?” The clot tilted its head right, away from the sculpture. The sculpture tilted its head left, away from the clot. Both were inquiring to someone that did not answer, who did not want to answer. Every step forward that the duo took, Anira took another step back. Her breathing was anxious and hastened. Her eyes seeking for an escape. To just, get away from it. Her thoughts were malicious, but they always smiled. Always smiled.
“Stop laughing at me!” It was shouted out, Anira taking a step forward. “You’re wrong. My friends like me. They wouldn’t be my friends if they didn’t.” Another step forward. The duo that had tormented her took steps back when she approached. Both looked frightened of her, both looked for a way to escape. “And I don’t… I don’t need this, or either of you. Anymore!” The blood boiled around Anira’s clawed hand, dripping into a harsh thin shape, the ice froze across her clawed fingertips.
No more. She would have no more of her own brain, telling her lies. Telling her things she knew could not be true. With that, she prepared to strike them down. But when her claws came to bare upon the duo of blood and ice?
Two hands caught her wrists, keeping her in place. She could hear that which haunted her. Hunted her. That which never left her alone.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Anira’s eyes widened, and she stared at herself. Clammy blue and swollen lips, eyes hidden behind drenched ginger hair that was messy and wild. The flesh bloated through skin, a water-logged corpse left to drown in a pool. Both hands kept her claws at bay, and soon she would yank her arms away and stumble from it. The dripping filled her ears, beautiful, clean waters flowed around her ankles. The rushing of waves! Accompanied by a gurgling, choked scream. And then? Silence. Silence which did not last.
The duo approached, with the third leading them. All of them were smiling. Only one spoke. “They don’t know who you really are.” Anira scrambled back, her wrists felt heavy. Her claws felt dull and useless. Her magic? Smothered and gone. She was truly and utterly defenseless. “If they did, do you think any of them would accept you, hmm?” Anira’s feral eyes clenched shut. “Please stop.” She begged in a quiet, little whisper.
“Stop? Stop! She says! Girls! She said stop! How can we stop? We’re just you. How you really feel. How you really think. Remember? You told Barrac. You liked how it felt to fight. Just like how you loved how it felt to sink your teeth into Trik's throat! Why, you even liked it when he panicked and choked on his own blood! You’ve liked a lot of things you shouldn’t. Huh? You have friends in Osrona. Myllenoris. Nysea. I bet if you went to Theria, or the Darkwoods. You’d make friends there too.” The trio laughed, and for once? The voices sounded malicious, instead of chipper. Emotional instead of calm and logical. “You make a Razuka look clean. You’re the dirtiest rat of the bunch! What are you going to do, hmm? Pick every side, when it suits you? You’re not a good friend. Anira. You’re just selfish, stupid, and you make everything worse. Not better.”
The trio step forward, Anira stepped back. Her foot kicked against an edge. The earth crumbled beneath one foot. One more step? And she would fall. But she was in a panic. She did not want to hear it anymore, she was tired of hearing it, of how it made her feel. “Nobody would accept you if they really knew you.” Anira took a final step back, and when she fell? Her ears were filled with the sound of laughter, and the roaring rush of water…
Beneath this dream is a series of scratches and scribbles. Words and sentences rewritten repeatedly. They lack punctuation, and grammar. Only one is legible.
Real Age: 14
Age In The Dream: 14
Dream Type: Nightmare
Subject: Me.
Anira rapidly blinked her eyes. The day was warm, sunlight was beaming down across her face, and she was laying in the grass. When did she wake up? She really could not remember! But she slowly rose to her feet. Brushing away the dirt from her leather tunic and any blades of grass that ended up hugging her boots. Anira looked around and noticed that she wasn’t alone! Nearby, Ulfric was talking to Emily, looking exasperated with the younger noble. Tea and Elisha were dancing, actual dancing! Syl was nearby scribbling away in his daydream journal, sometimes he would look up at her and wave…
Fenai, Gwen, and Serene were in their usual little group, chatting about something or another! Philip was besides Twilly, and smiling oh so bright. While Elaine looked like she was being mischievous and about to prank her brother… Misha was giving Ancelin a solid punch on the shoulder, jostling the cigarette that hung from the rabbit’s mouth! Even Trik was there, talking to Stavros about 'money-coin-things'. Demios was besides his daughter, whom Anira had only seen in passing. They both looked happy, like a family. The environment was warm, the faces were friendly. Anira stepped forward to go join everyone! Why wouldn’t she?
“You don’t belong there, you know that.” The voice stopped her in her tracks. A cold, ice-covered hand pressed against her shoulder. “You don’t know that.” Anira said, not turning back while she stared at everyone else. They were so close, she could just step forward and forget about everything else. “Well! I like to think I do, since I’m you and all.” That, that made her turn around to face it.
What stared back at her was a sculpture of ice. It held her own face but lacked the wolf-like traits from the carnal potion. Its eyes were crystal clear and empty, and its smile was persistent. Anira felt her own smile twitch, threatening to fade. Behind that sculpture of herself? Was a raging blizzard. How could she have missed it? The frigid cold kissed her cheeks and made her flinch. Anira stumbled back and stared with widening eyes. The Sculpture’s voice was the same as Anira’s. There was no malice, or hatred in it. There was nothing in the ice-made eyes of crystal-clear frost.
“You’d just be a bother. Always interrupting them. Don’t you think?” The sculpture tilted its head, and Anira shook her own. “I don’t.. I don’t think that.” She tried to deny it, clasping and squeezing her hands together. “No, you don’t think that. You know that. Silly!” The Sculptured chimed, its eyes mimicking her shut-eyes smile. Before opening them again. Anira could not find her words, it felt like she was choking on them. “They’re busy. Ulfric? He’s becoming a Knight. Demios is a father, Misha has a city to help run. Fenai has to take care of his sister and Gwen. Elaine and Philip are Princes and Princesses. We could keep going, but why repeat what you and I. What we. already know.”
Anira took a step backwards. The sculpture of herself, took a step forward. Anira tried to think of something to say! Something to rebuttal it. But when she opened her mouth to speak? She could suddenly taste the coppery blood-like tang in the air. The smell overwhelming her nostrils. Her hands pressed against her face, trying to throw that pungent stench away, but when she pulled her hands back? The snowstorm was closer, the ice and frost touched with a deep crimson. Standing besides the sculpture of herself, was what she could only describe as a blood-clot shaped in her outline. It had no eyes, but it had a smiling mouth. Its tone, much like the sculpture’s was still calm.
“We’re, what did Emily call it? A commoner. Right? Fit to serve. We’ve always been beneath them! We’re here, as long as they feel like we’re useful.” The ice sculpture nodded when the blood-clot spoke. Anira gagging at the sight of it and taking another step back. “You’re, what? Nothing. Really! It’s okay to accept that too. I mean look at you? Like really! Look at us!” The clot laughed, the sculpture giggle. Anira felt her stomach twist, her smile had faded.
“Why would a princess be your friend? Why would a prince be your friend? Why would a retainer to a Myllenoris noble, be your friend! Hell! Why would the Myllenoris noble, or a Rhyonish royal, be. Your. Friend. You’re kind of dense, aren’t you?” The clot tilted its head right, away from the sculpture. The sculpture tilted its head left, away from the clot. Both were inquiring to someone that did not answer, who did not want to answer. Every step forward that the duo took, Anira took another step back. Her breathing was anxious and hastened. Her eyes seeking for an escape. To just, get away from it. Her thoughts were malicious, but they always smiled. Always smiled.
“Stop laughing at me!” It was shouted out, Anira taking a step forward. “You’re wrong. My friends like me. They wouldn’t be my friends if they didn’t.” Another step forward. The duo that had tormented her took steps back when she approached. Both looked frightened of her, both looked for a way to escape. “And I don’t… I don’t need this, or either of you. Anymore!” The blood boiled around Anira’s clawed hand, dripping into a harsh thin shape, the ice froze across her clawed fingertips.
No more. She would have no more of her own brain, telling her lies. Telling her things she knew could not be true. With that, she prepared to strike them down. But when her claws came to bare upon the duo of blood and ice?
Two hands caught her wrists, keeping her in place. She could hear that which haunted her. Hunted her. That which never left her alone.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Anira’s eyes widened, and she stared at herself. Clammy blue and swollen lips, eyes hidden behind drenched ginger hair that was messy and wild. The flesh bloated through skin, a water-logged corpse left to drown in a pool. Both hands kept her claws at bay, and soon she would yank her arms away and stumble from it. The dripping filled her ears, beautiful, clean waters flowed around her ankles. The rushing of waves! Accompanied by a gurgling, choked scream. And then? Silence. Silence which did not last.
The duo approached, with the third leading them. All of them were smiling. Only one spoke. “They don’t know who you really are.” Anira scrambled back, her wrists felt heavy. Her claws felt dull and useless. Her magic? Smothered and gone. She was truly and utterly defenseless. “If they did, do you think any of them would accept you, hmm?” Anira’s feral eyes clenched shut. “Please stop.” She begged in a quiet, little whisper.
“Stop? Stop! She says! Girls! She said stop! How can we stop? We’re just you. How you really feel. How you really think. Remember? You told Barrac. You liked how it felt to fight. Just like how you loved how it felt to sink your teeth into Trik's throat! Why, you even liked it when he panicked and choked on his own blood! You’ve liked a lot of things you shouldn’t. Huh? You have friends in Osrona. Myllenoris. Nysea. I bet if you went to Theria, or the Darkwoods. You’d make friends there too.” The trio laughed, and for once? The voices sounded malicious, instead of chipper. Emotional instead of calm and logical. “You make a Razuka look clean. You’re the dirtiest rat of the bunch! What are you going to do, hmm? Pick every side, when it suits you? You’re not a good friend. Anira. You’re just selfish, stupid, and you make everything worse. Not better.”
The trio step forward, Anira stepped back. Her foot kicked against an edge. The earth crumbled beneath one foot. One more step? And she would fall. But she was in a panic. She did not want to hear it anymore, she was tired of hearing it, of how it made her feel. “Nobody would accept you if they really knew you.” Anira took a final step back, and when she fell? Her ears were filled with the sound of laughter, and the roaring rush of water…
Beneath this dream is a series of scratches and scribbles. Words and sentences rewritten repeatedly. They lack punctuation, and grammar. Only one is legible.
am i broken?
I swear I'm not...
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I'm not owned guys.