03-27-2018, 12:37 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt][ okay, so this is gonna be my re-establishment thread for belladonna's powers! it's basically conjuring but she can only conjure from dreams + and if she tries to conjure anything animated, it becomes a plush instead!! ]
Belladonna often had dreams. Grandeur, sometimes. Tormenting, almost always. If you were to walk in to Bella's room as she was in the middle of one of her nightmares, you'd see her tucked in tight, as if she was cold, despite that the only thing cold in the nights of the town was the hollow wind that blew through the windows - and they were all but shut that night. Her body shivered profusely, and she whimpered in the dark - easy signs of the pain she was about to go through.
Her nightmares always had two things in common; they were realistic, and they happened in this dark, swirling abyss of curling darkness, like a monsoon of shadows above her head. The floor, however, was reflective; she could always look down to see her face, but even sometimes she'd see someone else. Her mother, maybe - it varied.
It usually started the same way, with a recount of her mother's death, as her old clan tore her to shreds in a blend of blood and gore and sinew, but that was the same every time. Her mother gasping her name and telling her to run as she died; her paws reaching out towards her. Belladonna flinched and looked away.
At that moment, back in reality, her conjuration triggered, and suddenly there was a plush at her feet. It didn't wake her, but it was a pretty little cat plush, a calico cat with yellow eyes like Belladonna's own. Bella had no proof of her mother anymore except her memories - but at least now she had something else, from her subconscious, but she had no clue yet.
But back in her dream, the shadows drew closer, moving to suffocate her - and as she recoiled backwards, she heard voices in the storm. Her mother, in her dying wails, was harmonizing along with the screams of new voices, people she'd met recently; and in the storm she heard Happycamper.
"Happy?!" this was wrong. So, so wrong. Why was he screaming? was someone hurting him? ...was she the one hurting him? no, that wasn't right. But why was he here? she could hear some of her clanmates in the screams already, but she heard Happy most of all, loud and clear - and she pushed through the shadows, worming her way, feeling bodies push back and forth against her and pull her back; but she had to find him.
And she spotted him, with his tan fur and his yellow bandanna, torn and dotted with blood - his or someone else's she had no idea, but she couldn't see him doing something like that, fighting anyone, even fighting to save himself - and the idea made a lump in her throat. He turned to face her and she moved to barrel into him, but right as she was about to collide with him, to meet his face as he turned, his face was blank, his warm gaze and his smile gone, nothing but bleeding fur left - and in the split second the dream-Happy was there, he was gone.
Her eyes opened up to the roof of her room, her throat already feeling sore. Had she been screaming in her sleep? probably. She slowly got to her feet, to find two plushes by her feet. She recognized the one of her mother, eyes shut in a smile, her face gleaming with laughter, but there was a new plush there, and for a moment her heart sunk.
Her nightmares had a tendency to show up in the plushes she conjured, and while she normally tore them apart, this was her first time making one of someone who wasn't from her old clan. Her first time making one of Happycamper. She reached out, and with a swift claw she turned the plush over to face her, dreading to see a recurrence of the faceless nightmare -
and she was greeted with a wide smile and two small, beady eyes that peered up at her. Belladonna let out a breath she didn't realize she hadn't let out. She laughed slightly, and as her face contorted in relief, she felt the damp fur around her face - she'd cried as she slept, too. She arched over as she started to cry again, pulling both plushes close to her. In the moment she had no clue if anyone had heard her screaming, but she hoped they hadn't - they didn't need to see her like this.
"Speech."
[ tl;dr bella has a nightmare of her mother dying and a faceless happycamper, she's conjured two plushies that both look like each of them and she's cradling them and crying, she's also been screaming in her sleep. ]
Belladonna often had dreams. Grandeur, sometimes. Tormenting, almost always. If you were to walk in to Bella's room as she was in the middle of one of her nightmares, you'd see her tucked in tight, as if she was cold, despite that the only thing cold in the nights of the town was the hollow wind that blew through the windows - and they were all but shut that night. Her body shivered profusely, and she whimpered in the dark - easy signs of the pain she was about to go through.
Her nightmares always had two things in common; they were realistic, and they happened in this dark, swirling abyss of curling darkness, like a monsoon of shadows above her head. The floor, however, was reflective; she could always look down to see her face, but even sometimes she'd see someone else. Her mother, maybe - it varied.
It usually started the same way, with a recount of her mother's death, as her old clan tore her to shreds in a blend of blood and gore and sinew, but that was the same every time. Her mother gasping her name and telling her to run as she died; her paws reaching out towards her. Belladonna flinched and looked away.
At that moment, back in reality, her conjuration triggered, and suddenly there was a plush at her feet. It didn't wake her, but it was a pretty little cat plush, a calico cat with yellow eyes like Belladonna's own. Bella had no proof of her mother anymore except her memories - but at least now she had something else, from her subconscious, but she had no clue yet.
But back in her dream, the shadows drew closer, moving to suffocate her - and as she recoiled backwards, she heard voices in the storm. Her mother, in her dying wails, was harmonizing along with the screams of new voices, people she'd met recently; and in the storm she heard Happycamper.
"Happy?!" this was wrong. So, so wrong. Why was he screaming? was someone hurting him? ...was she the one hurting him? no, that wasn't right. But why was he here? she could hear some of her clanmates in the screams already, but she heard Happy most of all, loud and clear - and she pushed through the shadows, worming her way, feeling bodies push back and forth against her and pull her back; but she had to find him.
And she spotted him, with his tan fur and his yellow bandanna, torn and dotted with blood - his or someone else's she had no idea, but she couldn't see him doing something like that, fighting anyone, even fighting to save himself - and the idea made a lump in her throat. He turned to face her and she moved to barrel into him, but right as she was about to collide with him, to meet his face as he turned, his face was blank, his warm gaze and his smile gone, nothing but bleeding fur left - and in the split second the dream-Happy was there, he was gone.
Her eyes opened up to the roof of her room, her throat already feeling sore. Had she been screaming in her sleep? probably. She slowly got to her feet, to find two plushes by her feet. She recognized the one of her mother, eyes shut in a smile, her face gleaming with laughter, but there was a new plush there, and for a moment her heart sunk.
Her nightmares had a tendency to show up in the plushes she conjured, and while she normally tore them apart, this was her first time making one of someone who wasn't from her old clan. Her first time making one of Happycamper. She reached out, and with a swift claw she turned the plush over to face her, dreading to see a recurrence of the faceless nightmare -
and she was greeted with a wide smile and two small, beady eyes that peered up at her. Belladonna let out a breath she didn't realize she hadn't let out. She laughed slightly, and as her face contorted in relief, she felt the damp fur around her face - she'd cried as she slept, too. She arched over as she started to cry again, pulling both plushes close to her. In the moment she had no clue if anyone had heard her screaming, but she hoped they hadn't - they didn't need to see her like this.
"Speech."
[ tl;dr bella has a nightmare of her mother dying and a faceless happycamper, she's conjured two plushies that both look like each of them and she's cradling them and crying, she's also been screaming in her sleep. ]
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