♰ 1 ; Dream
Warnings: Confusion, anxiety, anticipation
Effects: Feelings of fear, shock, horror
Privacy: none
[Snow is falling all around; blood stains the pure whiteness before it is trampled under the marching of armored feet. The trees loom high and dark, silent sentinels of a doomed land. Yet she strides at the front of her army, weight of the broadsword sheathed at her hip a comforting presence. The long red cape flutters in the soft night wind and the hushed mutterings of the men reach her ears. They fall silent at a bare gesture.
The enemy is close. They are all around, filtering through the dark silent forests. They have infiltrated this realm, her homeland, and laid waste to her towns, murdered her people, burnt the churches sacred to her God. This sin is unforgivable. For this blasphemy, they will die. And they will die horribly. The men are ready. They wait for her order. For dawn to break.
The sun glares off of bloody armor and shining steel. The clash of arms and the screams of the dying echo over the battlefield. But she is determined; she pushes on with grim satisfaction, hacking her way through the pike-studded ground. The rain of blood and cries of the impaled are sweet music to her ears, it simply strengthens her resolve to keep advancing, keep killing.
Finally she reaches the crest of the hill and turns, covered in blood not her own and stares over the carnage below. Her soldiers are erecting the lances, neat bloody rows of slow agonizing death. And, as green eyes survey the landscape, black hair only slightly obscuring that sharp gaze, she whispers a fervent promise, both to her God and her home.]
Acesta este unic art.hot. începutul...
[Integra shifts in her sleep, unaware that the Dreamberry is recording. But then she wakes with a sharp gasp and jerks upright, staring about; dazed, confused and so very unnerved, for the nightmare has frightened more than she cares to admit. Her panting breaths eventually slow and she groans, rubbing her temples as she gropes for then puts on her glasses.]
...bloody mother of hell...I need coffee.
[ooc: Translation = "This is only the beginning."]
Effects: Feelings of fear, shock, horror
Privacy: none
[Snow is falling all around; blood stains the pure whiteness before it is trampled under the marching of armored feet. The trees loom high and dark, silent sentinels of a doomed land. Yet she strides at the front of her army, weight of the broadsword sheathed at her hip a comforting presence. The long red cape flutters in the soft night wind and the hushed mutterings of the men reach her ears. They fall silent at a bare gesture.
The enemy is close. They are all around, filtering through the dark silent forests. They have infiltrated this realm, her homeland, and laid waste to her towns, murdered her people, burnt the churches sacred to her God. This sin is unforgivable. For this blasphemy, they will die. And they will die horribly. The men are ready. They wait for her order. For dawn to break.
The sun glares off of bloody armor and shining steel. The clash of arms and the screams of the dying echo over the battlefield. But she is determined; she pushes on with grim satisfaction, hacking her way through the pike-studded ground. The rain of blood and cries of the impaled are sweet music to her ears, it simply strengthens her resolve to keep advancing, keep killing.
Finally she reaches the crest of the hill and turns, covered in blood not her own and stares over the carnage below. Her soldiers are erecting the lances, neat bloody rows of slow agonizing death. And, as green eyes survey the landscape, black hair only slightly obscuring that sharp gaze, she whispers a fervent promise, both to her God and her home.]
Acesta este unic art.hot. începutul...
[Integra shifts in her sleep, unaware that the Dreamberry is recording. But then she wakes with a sharp gasp and jerks upright, staring about; dazed, confused and so very unnerved, for the nightmare has frightened more than she cares to admit. Her panting breaths eventually slow and she groans, rubbing her temples as she gropes for then puts on her glasses.]
...bloody mother of hell...I need coffee.
[ooc: Translation = "This is only the beginning."]