10-10-2019, 11:56 AM
something had woken her with a jolt that morning. a gasp tore itself from her chest when she shot up to her paws, standing on shaky legs. what was that? she had thought, looking down at the dark wooden floors she stood upon. her dreams had been awfully vivid. something pulling at her core.
never ending, open fields. the daisies have begun to wither, and the grass has begun to brown. the air is still, stagnant, yet the dying vegetation still moves back and forth to some unfelt breeze. she lifts her head to see a tall, wolfish figure with its back turned to her. was he calling to her?
she moves forward, holding her head high and stepping boldly closer to it. it was only when the stench of death hit her nose did she falter. indie took the shawl around her shoulders and covered her mouth and nose with it, hobbling around to come face to face with her dream-intruder.
he looked just as surprised to see her as she was. did he not mean to come to her? "hello." she greeted, gaze turning over his body slowly. she was no stranger to gore, as she had lived and seen some unspeakable things since leaving her mother's side. still, it was sad to see the state his natural body had been left in. beneath all that fur was practically nothing but rot and... flesh. was he still living? normally her visitors were unable to take on the form of their apparitions, only their physical looks from under the ground.
when there was no response she continued to speak, coaxing something out of him. "have you called to me? is that why you are here?" unsurprisingly, silence. "well if you are not here to use my services i'll be on my-" as she turned to leave, she is suddenly grabbed for at her hind leg. indie holds down a nasty retort about touching an unsuspecting lady. these were old ghouls, after all.
"come." his voice spoke, demanding.
and then they were both gone.
go... her permission had been granted by the unseen tenants of her inn.
in a dash the caracal had prepared quickly, being sure to leave a few gifts as a thank you to her ghostly companions. she felt the pull come stronger and stronger as she followed its direction, eventually coming across that same field within her dream. this time, she could feel the gentle breeze, carrying the scent of autumn with it. and there he was, still in the same place as her dream.
this time the wall of death did not encase him. he was littered with scars and injuries, but they seemed to have been healing or taken care of. "hello." she greeted him again, a familiar smile on her face. his shocked expression did not come, more so expectancy. "so, dear, where do we-" oh...?
the grimy old shepherd left. just... turned tail and left? "hey! wait!" he was gone, melted into the shadows of a treeline without looking back. well now what? she was left here in a field alone. how... unflattering.
//she's in the field of peace beyond the farm ^^
never ending, open fields. the daisies have begun to wither, and the grass has begun to brown. the air is still, stagnant, yet the dying vegetation still moves back and forth to some unfelt breeze. she lifts her head to see a tall, wolfish figure with its back turned to her. was he calling to her?
she moves forward, holding her head high and stepping boldly closer to it. it was only when the stench of death hit her nose did she falter. indie took the shawl around her shoulders and covered her mouth and nose with it, hobbling around to come face to face with her dream-intruder.
he looked just as surprised to see her as she was. did he not mean to come to her? "hello." she greeted, gaze turning over his body slowly. she was no stranger to gore, as she had lived and seen some unspeakable things since leaving her mother's side. still, it was sad to see the state his natural body had been left in. beneath all that fur was practically nothing but rot and... flesh. was he still living? normally her visitors were unable to take on the form of their apparitions, only their physical looks from under the ground.
when there was no response she continued to speak, coaxing something out of him. "have you called to me? is that why you are here?" unsurprisingly, silence. "well if you are not here to use my services i'll be on my-" as she turned to leave, she is suddenly grabbed for at her hind leg. indie holds down a nasty retort about touching an unsuspecting lady. these were old ghouls, after all.
"come." his voice spoke, demanding.
and then they were both gone.
go... her permission had been granted by the unseen tenants of her inn.
in a dash the caracal had prepared quickly, being sure to leave a few gifts as a thank you to her ghostly companions. she felt the pull come stronger and stronger as she followed its direction, eventually coming across that same field within her dream. this time, she could feel the gentle breeze, carrying the scent of autumn with it. and there he was, still in the same place as her dream.
this time the wall of death did not encase him. he was littered with scars and injuries, but they seemed to have been healing or taken care of. "hello." she greeted him again, a familiar smile on her face. his shocked expression did not come, more so expectancy. "so, dear, where do we-" oh...?
the grimy old shepherd left. just... turned tail and left? "hey! wait!" he was gone, melted into the shadows of a treeline without looking back. well now what? she was left here in a field alone. how... unflattering.
//she's in the field of peace beyond the farm ^^
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