Nightmares.
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:20 am
A large elf's redrimmed eyes snapped open.
He was lying face first on his stomach, several metres away from the dying embers he had chosen to try and sleep by. His entire body was sticky with sweat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest. Without a word, he rolled over onto his side, his eyes staring blankly into the night. It had happened again. He slowly shook his head, a hand checking his body to make sure it was all there. The same damn dream. Every bloody time.
For the past three weeks, every time Wolf had attempted to sleep, he had woken up several hours later in the exact same fashion, his brain on fire, unable to even speak. In fact he had given up sleeping. Tonight had been his first try in a week. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, attempting to calm his senses. Every single dream, or nightmare, had been the same; A huge hall, everything so vivid it was like he was there, hewn out of brown rock, and filled up to his neck with nothing but.. blood. He heard voices coming from the pool, though there were so many he could never understand them.
And then the dream shifted. The scene was that of a snowy, woodland campfire, a group of human men laughing and enjoying themselves. In the middle of the ring of humans sat, or crouched, a massive figure, barely possesing any resemblence of his elven heritage. He was completely naked, his body covered with long, open cuts, from which blood was dripping onto the snow, his back and chest bearing testament to heavy use of a whip. His long, black hair hung lank over his lowered face, obscuring much of it, his muscled body hunched in the snow, huddling himself with his arms, his legs chained to a rock next to him.
One of the laughing humans, a tall, handsome looking man carrying a bloodied sabre, grinned at his friends, before making his way behind the elf, and, from a safe distance, relieved his bladder on him. The crowd appreciated this, cheering him, and the man with the sabre signalled for something to be brought forward. There was more whooping, and a thin, frightened looking man was thrust into the ring. He was evidently a prisoner like the elf, for his hands were chained togethor. The man with the sabre grinned, and shoved him towards the elf, to a roar of approval from the crowd.
The man stumbled forwards, and as he did so, the elf's eyes flickered open, like those of an animal. His nose twitched, his mouth curling into a snarl as the human prisoner was pushed within his reach. It was as if the elf didnt care who he was. Food. The elf's large hands snapped out towards the man, who let out a horrified scream. His hands closed around the human's neck, who struggled furiously, still screaming. The elf's nails, uncut, dug into the skin of the human's neck, drawing blood.. and then wolf woke up.
He knew what it all was. He knew what it all meant. That was what scared him. Wolf, got to his feet, and moved back towards the dying embers, which he stared into, a finger tracing the faded but still viewable on close inspection scars on his cheek. Hes calling to me again. I cant resist for much longer. I need to kill for him. I need to do it soon. He glanced up at the sky.
'I hope for your sake you didnt tell anyone Joxia.' He growled softly, before closing his eyes. I only have one choice left. Dying has been taken from me. I have to obey.
He was lying face first on his stomach, several metres away from the dying embers he had chosen to try and sleep by. His entire body was sticky with sweat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest. Without a word, he rolled over onto his side, his eyes staring blankly into the night. It had happened again. He slowly shook his head, a hand checking his body to make sure it was all there. The same damn dream. Every bloody time.
For the past three weeks, every time Wolf had attempted to sleep, he had woken up several hours later in the exact same fashion, his brain on fire, unable to even speak. In fact he had given up sleeping. Tonight had been his first try in a week. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, attempting to calm his senses. Every single dream, or nightmare, had been the same; A huge hall, everything so vivid it was like he was there, hewn out of brown rock, and filled up to his neck with nothing but.. blood. He heard voices coming from the pool, though there were so many he could never understand them.
And then the dream shifted. The scene was that of a snowy, woodland campfire, a group of human men laughing and enjoying themselves. In the middle of the ring of humans sat, or crouched, a massive figure, barely possesing any resemblence of his elven heritage. He was completely naked, his body covered with long, open cuts, from which blood was dripping onto the snow, his back and chest bearing testament to heavy use of a whip. His long, black hair hung lank over his lowered face, obscuring much of it, his muscled body hunched in the snow, huddling himself with his arms, his legs chained to a rock next to him.
One of the laughing humans, a tall, handsome looking man carrying a bloodied sabre, grinned at his friends, before making his way behind the elf, and, from a safe distance, relieved his bladder on him. The crowd appreciated this, cheering him, and the man with the sabre signalled for something to be brought forward. There was more whooping, and a thin, frightened looking man was thrust into the ring. He was evidently a prisoner like the elf, for his hands were chained togethor. The man with the sabre grinned, and shoved him towards the elf, to a roar of approval from the crowd.
The man stumbled forwards, and as he did so, the elf's eyes flickered open, like those of an animal. His nose twitched, his mouth curling into a snarl as the human prisoner was pushed within his reach. It was as if the elf didnt care who he was. Food. The elf's large hands snapped out towards the man, who let out a horrified scream. His hands closed around the human's neck, who struggled furiously, still screaming. The elf's nails, uncut, dug into the skin of the human's neck, drawing blood.. and then wolf woke up.
He knew what it all was. He knew what it all meant. That was what scared him. Wolf, got to his feet, and moved back towards the dying embers, which he stared into, a finger tracing the faded but still viewable on close inspection scars on his cheek. Hes calling to me again. I cant resist for much longer. I need to kill for him. I need to do it soon. He glanced up at the sky.
'I hope for your sake you didnt tell anyone Joxia.' He growled softly, before closing his eyes. I only have one choice left. Dying has been taken from me. I have to obey.