Kenton -- panther -- alone/Arthes
Kent slept comfortably for a couple of hours. Peace settled around his still body. His furry chest rose and fell steadily and deeply.
Then the dreams came.
They came with fire, and destruction, and pain. A reproduction of what had happened all those years ago. Kenton rolled to one side, then to the other, then right off the bed, shimmering like his body couldn't decide which form it wanted. His skin went from black to tanned peach, back to black. He clawed at the floor with human hands, then gripped his head with big cat paws.
In sleep, he stumbled to his feet in an unstable body and ran straight into the nearest wall.
That sure woke him up, for about a second, before he collapsed backwards and lay still on the wood floor, dazed, head spinning. What luck.
Ghmm, what'shappeninghmmwhat? His head was a huge jumble of nonsense. What a sleep....same as usual, really, although today he'd been lucky and actually left the bed. It wasn't sleep-walking....it was sleep-thrashing. Images of his dream rolled calmed past his eyes, reminding him off why he was lying on hard wood instead of a nice mattress.