Warnings: None.
Effects: (optional) Fear.
Notes: This whole dream will be seen in the eyes of the viewer. Only those who know of the cat's curse will know that it's really Kyou. Italics are the "creature's" thoughts.
Running. Shrubbery and tree branches swooping past him as he made his way deeper into the forest.
Footsteps. Loud, heavy and fast. It hadn't seemed human at first with the extra weight that fell with each step.
Breathing. Short and quick, as if only taking whatever breath was necessary to keep up with the speed.
Then suddenly everything stops. There is a swift movement, turning, looking towards the trees that it had just emerged from. The vision blurs and the ground is seen. Whatever was making the movements remains unseen as it takes a few steps into the clearing and towards the lake not too far off.
No one...
The steps remain heavy as it walks closer and closer to the body of water.
No one saw that, right??
It eventually calms to a halt bending down and stretching its hands to dip them underwater. All seemed fine until it suddenly froze. Those weren't human hands. They didn't look like any discernible animal's forearms either.
No. No, no, no. No. NO.
Carefully, the creature leans forward, cradling its heavy weight against its forearms as it moved closer to the where the ground ended and the lake began. It seemed hesitant, unsure as to what to expect when it sees its own reflection in the water. Would it be as terrible as it thought?
Darkness. The creature closes its eyes just as the ripples in the lake begin to reflect just exactly what it was that was looking down on it. It takes a moment to open its eyes once more... And when it does, it finds exactly what
it was expecting.
The creature let out a loud roar, which echoed through the forest until finally... Silence.
Kyou woke up in a cold sweat on the roof of the cottage. His breathing was heavy and he could see that the shirt he wore was soaked through. With everything that was happening in Somarium now, all he had wanted to do was get away for a while. Training in the dojo may have been the perfect solution but even that proved hard with the clothes that were made available to him. The only thing left for him to do was to lounge on the roof...
Which ultimately led to that dream. He stared vehemently at the Dreamberry's blinking light, eventually tossing it aside and watching it rattle down the roof. He'll deal with the calls later.
It had been so long. Why would something like that resurface now?