Sweet Dreams [Evalin]

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The unassuming den of the Constrictor Dhani, it is truly a pit of snakes. Travelers should take care, because the Dhani are always hungry... [Lore]

Sweet Dreams [Evalin]

Postby Norahsshaagwen on June 22nd, 2014, 3:55 pm

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"Serxesnas!" Gwen sat up with twists in her tail. Painful knots sat in her gut when she found Passa was not beside her. The Dhani inhaled deeply and fought to break free from the last phantoms of her dream. She burrowed deeper into her sleeping nook. Her scales searched for the last bits of warmth that would tell tales of another body but all it served to do was make her feel to large in such an empty space. Unable to stand it Gwen slipped off the ledge and into her human skin. Her body seemed to explode into action as it had not in days. Her tail split, hair flew out from in-between scales, she shrunk while arms grew and scales turned to skin.

In half a chime Gwen stood naked and shivering. Nails dug into the flesh of her arms where she hugged herself. She could not feel it though, perhaps the worst part of the moment was the fear itself. As a Dhani she should fear no dream, a dream should fear her. Gwen could not recall enough of the dream to banish it, the fog that plagued her daily hours plagued her sleeping hours and stole the dream from her. But, it could not steal the left over feelings.

Without forethought Gwen was out of her cave and traversing the tunnels. She couldn't not bring herself to flee from the place that had given her the dream. It was a sign of weakness she would't have allowed. The lethargy that governed wouldn't have let her regardless. Neither would the the tiredness still in her bones. Gwen knew it must still be within the bells of the night for few wandered about save the dozing guards. The thought of anyone seeing her so out of her skin sent her stumbling in the opposite direction. Her human body was no equipped for the terrain, within less than fifteen chimes Gwen was not only lost but was stuck.

Going downwards she had allowed the rocks to dig into her palm, slowly, shakily touching with her toe to feel for footing. It had not helped. Stepping on a loose rock she her hand had burned with the effort to hold herself from damaging her human skin. The rock bit into her palm, and her back was ablaze with nicks from the rough stone. The Dhani had no choice but to let go. She'd pitched herself forward and landed hard on her knees. The skin split in different places, and she could already feel the beginnings of a bruise. But Gwen had not even been able to call out in surprise, it was too much work and what energy she had was still otherwise occupied by the dream she could not even remember.

Now Gwen hugged herself again, her hand smeared blood across her arm that dried quickly, it would make it painful to pull it away. "Sshyke." She hissed out into the dark while her human eyes struggled to adjust to the few opalgloams light. They were small and too high up to be of great use, it made shadows with gaping maws and reaching fingers. But these are not what quickened her heart, it was the dark itself and what could hide in it. Gwen was ready to shift, unarmed in this form and too pained to do anything but could not bring herself to do more than blink out into the gloom. She could have swore there was a figure before her, small with blinks of red where a head could be. She craned her neck to to look closer, eyes wide to take in more and could see the faint fluff of hair. Her eyes narrowed.

There were only two possible options. Viper or child. But she could not think a viper to lurk the tunnels, her mind said snakeling. "You, come." She snapped out, "Back nest now."

But the words were slurred and she made no move to force the child. It gave little distraction to her dreams. And there were quickly forgotten worries that she was seeing things. Forcing herself forward Gwen peeled her good hand from it's death curl around her arm, held it out. There was the finest tremor in it that traveled from her still shivering body. "Come, come. We go."
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