by PhantomNight » Fri Feb 21, 2014 6:22 pm
Shadows. Shadows were engulfing him. His orb dimmed. Nire was running, as usual he was running. Images blurred past his side, but he didn't care. Then he froze, he could not longer run away. He saw Arcane in her purity, laughing as they trained together to fight nightmares. It had always been so simple for him to destroy them, as long as they were in the dreams of others.
Then she was gone. A mission gone wrong or something, he was not allowed to know the details. But he was the one tasked with bringing her back. Perhaps the council thought he could fight off her nightmares, but that too went wrong. He wondered if she remembered how she thrashed so violently and threatened to kill him with everything he did.
The next he heard of her, she was back in their world, as a prisoner, as one of the tainted.
The shadows grew thicker, he saw Noir. He remembered her as a tainted, where every step she took sent shadows spiraling. She was strong, her power was tremendous. Of course, it was as to be expected of a musoka born on halloween, the night where nightmares grew strongest. She approached with a sadistic grin, and merely being in her presence sent him collapsed onto the floor with exhaustion.
But Noir is no longer tainted. He knew that.
She disappeared with a flick of his tail, his orbs grew brighter.
But not for long as Arcane returned. Even in his dreams he could see those green eyes that flared with evil intent, and poison that dripped from her lips. She was coming for him, she had always come to him. Darkness enveloped his entire existance, his mind, his body. An orb snapped lose, he reached to grab it, but it rolled into the shadows. Another began to vibrate as if about to break, and he could feel it, the nightmares.
"Come to us...be what you were always meant to be.
Become a n i g h t m a r e"
Then all at once the shadows disappeared with a loud bang and a few rusty squeaks. His eyes flickered open and he stood up aggressively, turning and tripping over his own scarf. Sweat streamed down his strong muscles as he laid back down onto the floor panting.
Another nightmare. But then he froze, something was missing from him. He saw shadows darting in through his eyes.
He looked down. He almost cried out in terror, one of his orbs had dimmed completely. It no longer shone. Taking a closer look, it had a long shatter line down its side. The nightmares got to him this time. If there was no explosion nearby, he would truly have become tainted. Slowly, he stood up and walked out. A nightmare was nearby, and it was too close and it felt too similar. He wondered if it was the one living in Arcane, he knew it would get stronger as she got weaker, and he knew that his actions earlier would have made her so weak.
What am I doing? Why is it that every time I sleep I wake up feeling more tired than before?
He stumbled through the cheap hotel and paused at a room where its inhibitant has ceased to sleep, and smoke coming out of the room. He could not afford to be seen in this state. Despite knowing the Keeper was probably in his worse mood, he had to make it to the lab. He slowly crept pass, hoping that the musoka inside wouldn't see him. He ignored the fact that the musoka inside seemed so utterly depressed despite looking like a macaw bird and you would think he was a happy thing.