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Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare [Open to All]

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The woods are dark and deep, but not particularly lovely. If anything, they feel dangerous, as if something terrible might come lurching out from behind any given tree and tear into the nearest warm body. What that terrible thing might be is anyone's guess. A cat with hands? Slenderman? Stegosaurus? Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf? All of the above in a horrible mob? It's anyone's guess. But every dreamer will be absolutely convinced that there is something unspeakable out there, and that it's after them.

The dreamers have two things on their side. The first is that there is actually nothing dangerous lurking in these woods (with the possible exception of other dreamers). The pervasive terror the dreamers are feeling is just that: a rift-given feeling, nothing more and nothing less. That snapping twig or rustle in the undergrowth is almost certainly just a squirrel or something else equally harmless.

The second is that no dreamer is alone. They all will be reunited with - or introduced to - their dæmons, a source of comfort in this dark, intimidating wilderness. However frightened the dreamers might be, at least they have someone with them who definitely doesn't want them dead.

[OOC: as ever, any and all are welcome! You don't have to be in the game to join the fun. Dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. And the party only stops when you want it to; feel free to backtag forever.]
all_the_gifts: (investigating)

[personal profile] all_the_gifts 2014-10-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
The woods are full of soldiers. Melanie knows it. There's no obvious sign of them, of course, but there wouldn't be - light and sound and smell and heat are all things that attract hungries, so any well-equipped group of soldiers would have ways to avoid all of those things. They'd be wearing e-blocker and night-vision goggles and special clothes that keep the heat in, and they'd be very, very quiet.

Melanie is being quiet, too. She's crouched between the roots of a sprawling oak with twisting branches, listening for the tell-tale scuff of a boot in the undergrowth, when a quiet voice beside her says, "They want to do experiments on us again."

It's so familiar a voice - and so familiar a thought, one that just ran through her own mind - that Melanie is more startled than afraid. She half expects to see another hungry child when she turns toward the speaker, perhaps one of her old friends from class. But the speaker isn't a hungry child, or a child at all. It's a small, red fox. A talking fox.

Dr. Caldwell would probably want to slice up a talking fox's brain, too. Melanie doesn't blame him (it sounds like a him) for being frightened. She's a little surprised to find any animal so close to her, though, and she cautiously holds out her hand so the fox can sniff it. (That seems like what Dickon would do. Melanie herself is a stranger to befriending animals.)

The fox doesn't sniff her hand. Instead, he presses the top of his furry head up against her palm, and then climbs into her lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Melanie wraps her arms around him automatically, astonished as she is. It just feels like the right thing to do.

There isn't even the faintest rattle from her box. Eating this little creature would be so incredibly, obviously wrong that even the hungry part of her doesn't dare to float the idea.

"What's your name?" she whispers, even as she lifts her head to listen for soldiers.

The fox swivels his ears, listening as well. "Nikolaos," he whispers back. Then, after a pensive beat, "I think we're meant to look after each other."

Melanie nods, and strokes her palm down the fox's spine. "I think you're right."
anguiform: made by ellis (searching for words)

[personal profile] anguiform 2014-10-31 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
What Crowley's doing couldn't really be described as slinking, much as he'd like to pretend. It involves a great deal more crashing and stumbling, for all his impressive night-vision, too panicked to dodge and leap at quite the right moments to avoid a branch or a dip in the ground. He's lost his sunglasses and hasn't bothered to replace them; his eyes glow yellow in the dark.

Hell's found out about his part in stopping Armageddon, he knows it, and they're after him. He's not actually sure whether the they in question are only a few of his superiors, or a full hunting party with Hellhounds and demonic steeds and the lot, but he knows they know he's here, and he knows they're chasing him, so he's running. Crowley doesn't at all fancy the eternity of torment that'll be waiting for him if they catch him.

Running with him-- or flying with him-- is a bird, like one of those green magpies, wings russet and barred, but much larger, near the size of a raven, and with a raven's large, blunt bill. And no ordinary bird, either; if they clear intelligence in her eyes wasn't enough, the way she occasionally shrieks, 'This way!' or 'Get up, you idiot!' would be a definite giveaway. Crowley would inquire more deeply, except that he's too busy running at the moment, and is therefore content with the inexplicable feeling that the bird, whoever she is, is entirely trustworthy.

'Shit!' he yelps as something catches his foot and sends him sprawling. The bird continues flying for a few seconds until something snags in Crowley's chest and she gives a hoarse croak of pain, rocketing backwards inelegantly.

'Fuck,' Crowley mutters, scrabbling himself around in the leaves for a moment to see who he's tripped over, because it felt like a body, like a limb, maybe, and then relaxes when he sees who it is, melting back onto his elbows and breathing hard. The fungus kid. Potentially alarming, granted, but not nearly on the same scale as the assembled hordes of Hell. 'Oh, it's you. What're you doing, lurking down here?'

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fucking_ebay: (frightened | panic room panic)

[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2014-10-31 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
At least this time Peter isn't being a complete ass about it and trying to ditch his daemon or something equally idiotic. He and Cascia are sticking close together -- even if the memory of her hadn't resurfaced the moment they saw each other, both can sense in the other the need to stick close and take care of one another. Peter can hear both their -- both his -- breaths as they peer into the darkness, stumbling through the woods in a hopeless search for somewhere safe. What's stalking them can see them a mile off, and they'll never see him until he's on them, until he sinks he fangs into Peter's neck. Peter has no hope of hiding from him, no hope of outrunning him. He can practically hear the monster chuckling to itself as it watches, toying with him, waiting for the moment when it will finally pounce.

A twig snaps, and Peter and Cascia both jump. Peter twists around to face the source of the sound, breathing fast. Cascia, on the other hand, falls right over, muscles stiff and legs sticking straight out.
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wildmage_daine: (wolf calm)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-11-01 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
The girl-wolf and the soul-wolf come to an abrupt halt, paws skittering a little through the leaves. The sprawled goat gets a concerned glance from Coromotto, then he turns his attention to Peter. It doesn't feel quite right, him addressing Peter directly, but Daine can't talk in a shape. Needs must.

"Peter," he says quietly, tail wagging. "It's all right. It's Daine." He glances down at Daine, smaller and rangier looking than her dæmon, then back to the goat. "I'm Coromotto."

Introductions made, Daine risks stepping up to Peter, ears forward and tail wagging to indicate she means no harm.

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rae_of_sun: (tired of this)

[personal profile] rae_of_sun 2014-10-31 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Under other circumstances, Sunshine would be really, stupidly glad to see her bee again. It's just hard to appreciate the reunion when she's terrified for her life. And when said bee is, at best, completely frigging useless.

"It's not my fault I'm diurnal, Rae," Modomnoc mutters balefully from her shoulder, where he's clinging tightly to her shirt. "I can't see shit out here."

"You don't have to see shit," she pants back at him as she runs through the trees. "I can see plenty. It's just that if that thing comes after us, you're not going to be able to do anything but, what, fly blindly into the nearest tree and--" she dodges around one such tree, "--knock yourself unconscious?"

There's a huff from her shoulder region. "I could sting someone."

Sunshine ducks behind a mossy boulder to catch her breath. "More than once?" she asks dryly.

"… Probably. I don't know, I've never tried it."

"Of course you haven't." Sunshine shoves herself away from the boulder's rough surface and breaks into a run once again. She makes it about ten yards before she collides with another person. Modomnoc is jostled off her shoulder and tumbles gracelessly into the leaf litter, and Sunshine lets out a shriek.
apidae: (nothing is simple)

[personal profile] apidae 2014-10-31 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah!" Bee shrieks in response, staggering back and clutching Simonides closer to her. He wraps his tail around her arm, his little claws scrabbling somewhat painfully against her shoulder. "It's all right, it's all right," she soothes frantically, petting his silky fur. He huddles up against her hair. She's barely gotten any words out of him; he's just as quiet as she used to be, really, but he's sweet and familiar, and she's desperately happy to have him in this terrifying place.

"Sunshine!" She calms at once as she realizes who it is she's just run into. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you - are you okay?" She reaches out to help her friend up, still feeling the urgency to keep them moving. They have to get away from it - whatever it is - out there, coming for them.

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[personal profile] imashinyboy 2014-10-31 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Vince Noir is not especially surprised to find himself in a dark and mysterious forest, nor indeed particularly alarmed, despite the fact that it's a right proper skin-prickling sort of place with all sorts of creepy shit lurking in the shadows. He grew up in the jungle, after all! (at least he's pretty sure he did) And he can talk to animals, and he's pretty much used to wandering into strange places. How boring would life be if he didn't sometimes wander into mysterious magical shops, or accidentally find himself down the Amazon, or shift into the astral plane? You've gotta roll with these things.

He's definitely not dressed for foggily ominous forests, though, and he hitches his thin brocade jacket (embroidered with Stevie Nicks' actual hair, how cool is that?) a little tighter around his skinny chest. 'Wish I'd brought a scarf, at least,' he mutters to himself.

Or not to himself, as it's at that point that he catches sight of a whirring point of jewel-brightness in the dim, and grins widely. A hummingbird! 'Awright,' he greets it with a little jerk of the chin, feeling somehow quite cheered by its presence. 'What you doin' here? Doesn't seem like the sort of place you'd like to hang out, all this doom and gloom.'

The hummingbird comes to a halt in front of him, hovering about in front of his face, bobbing up and down, never quite still. 'It's not,' they agree. 'Like a cheap haunted house; tacky.' Flicking their little needle of a beak, the hummingbird darts up for a moment, looking about. 'Chuck a few strings of them fairy lights around, maybe a few drapes, liven up the colour scheme; cheer the place up no end.'

'Genius!' Vince exclaims, grinning a megawatt grin. 'You're right and all.'

But before he can expand further on the subject, the hummingbird gives an alarmed cheep, and divebombs his shoulder. 'Shit! Vince, get down!'

'Oi!' Vince protests, but drops anyway, dead into the bracken and leaf-mould of the forest floor, landing flat on the chest with his hands braced on the ground. He is gonna go spare if this jacket gets dirty. 'What?' he hisses.

'Dunno,' mutters the hummingbird. 'Thought it mighta been that mad green geezer again with the box, but... nah, 's nothing there.'

Green geezers or not, Vince's attention is now thoroughly occupied by the hummingbird, and he frowns at it. 'Hold up, hold up, how'd you know about that? Come to that, how'd you know me name? Pretty sure I've never met you before.'

If a hummingbird were capable of furrowing its brow, this one would be doing so. '... Huh,' they say after a moment, 'I dunno. Now that is well odd. 'Sawright, though, innit?'

And, because Vince does somehow feel like he knows this tiny, exterior-decor-minded little bird, it is. Flat on his stomach in the undergrowth with the damp soaking through his t-shirt, he gives them a little grin. 'Yeah, I reckon. You got a name, then?'

'Slightly,' the hummingbird announces after a little pause, like they've got to think about it, and Vince nods decisively. Slightly. He likes it.

((Note: Vince's daemon is genderless and takes they/them pronouns, for reference. They're a sort of nonexistent mashup between this and this))
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etherthief: (hdu | fuck off | frustrated)

[personal profile] etherthief 2014-10-31 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Iman is fucking hassled. As if it weren't bad enough waking up in the middle of these big huge scary woods which are certainly filled with countless terrible things, there's a giant talking crow following her around.

"Go away, bird," she snaps. "I've told you like three times already, I am not having this, any of this. Prophetic terror corvids are right at the top of the list of things I am not having. Piss off."

"I'm part of you, dipshit," he snaps right back. "And I have a name, it's Aqil, I've told you as much. Look where you're going, you're about to walk into that lady. Man? Person."

"Part of who now- oh FUCK." Iman halts sharply, juuuust about to trip over the weirdo in the dirt. "What are you doing? Oh, look, he's got a bird too. Perfect. Meant to be. You stay here, I'll get help." Most of this, dry as dirt, directed to Aqil, who is now sitting on a branch and looking down at them uneasily.

She sighs heavily and looks at the guy on the ground. "Seriously, though, are you okay?"
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peacefulexplorer: (Scared | Despair | Woobie)

[personal profile] peacefulexplorer 2014-10-31 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
There is something watching him.

He knows there is. He knows it. Something - beyond the range of peripheral vision, beyond what he can perceive - is behind him or above him or on some different plane, prickling at the back of his neck and chilling his lungs. It's watching him.

There are too many places to hide here and too many ways something could leap out at him. The trees are all too tall, too wrong, with thickly spread-out canopies that block out any means of celestial navigation. There's the occasional breeze, the hiss of leaves and twigs rustling, but none of it does anything to put either of them at ease.

There is something watching him.

Daniel doesn't like being watched by things he can't watch back. Aliyah doesn't either, but she elects to say nothing about it other than to emit a low, nervous rumble in her chest. The glare of her white fur is at least highly visible even in the trees' long-cast shadows, a constant and reassuring reminder of her presence.

She stiffens for the third time in what feels like the last few minutes, prompting Daniel to do the same, but nothing confronts them, no great and terrible monstrous thing comes bowling out at them from the underbrush. For a minute Daniel's tempted to relax - as much as he can in these circumstances, anyway. But immediately after, Aliyah's ears flick up and her already dilated pupils widen even further. Daniel sucks in a tense breath and holds it. He can't hear anything.

Aliyah can.

Something's coming. Possibly something bad.
brink: (Glee | Excited | Starches)

[personal profile] brink 2014-11-02 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Topher surprisingly hadn't been a part of the previous dæmon dream, but he had heard about it, which is why he adjusts very quickly to Phonea, who rides on his shoulder, her tail losely wrapped around his neck.

They do a very good job at keeping each other calm, helped by the fact they can both sense that the threat of this forest is fabricated and imposed upon them, rather than natural instinct. That doesn't mean Topher is entirely calm, because he does still have some fear of the dark, even if it is just a dream, in which he has a lot more control than otherwise.

So he's just going to wander until he bumps into someone. It doesn't take particularly long. They seem to notice him before he notices them though, he's pretty sure, given they pretty much radiate anxiety into the dreamscape. As if the dream didn't have enough of it.

"Hello!" Topher calls cheerfully, to make it obvious he has no intention of sneaking up. "It's alright, we're nice."

He carefully jogs up, causing Phonea to have to cling onto him as he approaches. She has a much better night vision than he does, though, so it's she who recognises who they've found.

"Daniel? Daniel Jackson?!" she erupts with sudden glee, and Topher responds with "What, really?!"

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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-10-31 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Two wolves pass between the trees at a brisk, mile-eating trot. Daine and Coromotto are on the move.

It's hard to keep to a trot when they both want to run, but until a clear threat presents itself, it makes the most sense to keep to a pace that they can both keep - all night, if necessary. Still - in part because Coromotto's legs are longer than hers - Daine occasionally has to lope a few paces to remain by his side. At least they're both here, together. That's some comfort.

A twig snaps, and Daine and Coromotto halt in unison, ears swiveling toward the sound, noses scenting the air. Anything? Daine asks silently.

Coromotto doesn't answer. She's close enough that she can feel the low rumble of a growl in his chest. Flicking her ears back, Daine wrinkles her muzzle in a snarl, ready to either bolt, or fight.
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[personal profile] powerdealer 2014-11-04 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Seth took a little while to get used to Sephronia, but it turns out having a noctural tree cat as companion is pretty damn useful when you're trying to navigate a forest at night. And while he wasn't actually in the previous dæmon dream, he did hear about it, so this isn't too strange. Kind of reassuring, actually. This forest is doing nothing to soothe his usually frayed nerves. And while he is actually aware it's a dream this time, that doesn't actually do much to calm him. It should, but it doesn't.

He's not being the most graceful, pretty useless in this kind of setting. He can see enough to not walk into any trees, and he can mostly make out Sephronia walking in front of him, at least as long as he doesn't look away for too long and she changes direction. So when she stops suddenly, he manages to do the same, looking around and listening, though he doesn't hear anything.

"What?" he asks quietly, while Sephronia is on alert, listening. As much as it's nice to have someone with better senses, it makes him extra nervous that he can't tell when there's obviously something.

"Something's approaching," she answers, and after that they both fall quiet, listening. After a few moments, Seth can hear it too. Multiple animals, it sounds like, moving quickly somewhere close by. Seth instinctively takes a step back, causing a twig to snap under his foot, and the sound of animals suddenly disappears entirely. Crap.

He doesn't want to ask Sephronia what it is, for fear that it will attract whatever it is, but as the seconds drag on, he feels like he needs to do something. It's a dream, he reminds himself, so even if whatever it is can tear him apart, he'll wake up just fine afterwards. Not like he doesn't have equally horrifying nightmares all the time. And, again, it's a dream, and he's got an animal companion, so maybe it's someone else's that they're hearing, and not just some wild beast.

"Uh... Hello?" he says, though particularly loudly. Surely they've been noticed anyway - he doesn't want to attract whatever else might be lurking in the forest.

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[personal profile] bibliophale 2014-10-31 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Something doesn't sit right, exactly, the sudden terror, the dislocation, just what are these woods anyway, where did they come from, all that. If the terror were less pronounced, he might take time to consider these other factors and realize that no, no, this is just a dream, there is no danger here.

"Don't just sssstand there," flicks a voice (and tongue) in his ear, a sinuous, heavy presence making itself known around his shoulders.

"Ohmygoodgracious," he yelps softly, jerking a bit as she coils around to face him. He blinks at her in the dark; a long, intricately patterned royal python. A talking one at that. And actually, now that he considers her properly, not a proper python at all. Something else. Not Daine, certainly not Crowley - something he's never seen before.

"What," he blusters at her. "What are you?"

"What an impolite quessstion," she practically sneers. "Get a move on, you great bloody moron, d'you want him to catch you?!"

"Oh." He doesn't question 'him', or how she knows for sure they're being chased, because there's a great deal of assumption they're both already operating on, and who is he to argue with his snake comrade? It's not like this isn't uncomfortably familiar territory, in a way.

He breaks into a sprint, or as close as he can get to one in the dark and treacherous woods, with a giant snake tangled around his upper body. She squeezes a little tighter around him to hold on, and he finds, curiously enough, that he doesn't mind it. It's like they know each other, have known each other, for lifetimes.

"I'm Aziraphale," he tells her, already out of breath.

"I know," she sighs. What an extremely put upon snake. "I'm Orisa. Keep running."

"Who's out there?" He throws a look over his shoulder and doesn't see anything, but that doesn't matter, not with the relentless dread pressing in on him.

"Who do you think?" she hisses.

Lucifer, of course, is the first thing that comes to mind. He doesn't like the idea of running, but there's something that makes him feel he must, that press of fear and danger. He has to keep moving. Has to find Crowley.

His body drags to a halt; out of bloody shape as usual, and he doesn't want to draw attention to himself by using his powers to move around. Especially not flying blind, so to speak. He braces himself on a tree to catch his breath while Orisa winds impatiently around him, hissing and peering around them.

"Aziraphale," she says urgently.

"I know," he pants, "I-"

Something snaps just near them and they both freeze, lifting their heads in unison to stare. Someone's out there. Someone's coming towards them.
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[personal profile] anguiform 2014-10-31 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
'Aziraphale!'

Crowley is stupidly relieved to see the angel as he bursts out of a copse of trees, and Bayan is not shy about showing it, winging over to hop in stupid, delighted little circles around him. Crowley glowers at her, distracted for a moment from his relief.

'Oh, shove off.'

'Shan't,' she says petulantly, and takes wing in a few ungainly flaps until she's made the branch of an overhanging tree, where she perches to look down on them, churring contentedly to herself. Crowley pulls a face.

'You're alright, then?' he says, affecting nonchalance, before he notices the snake draped around Aziraphale's neck. 'Ohhh,' he breathes, forgetting for a moment his anxiety in favour of something much more immediately interesting. He grins over at Aziraphale, sauntering a little closer and wiggling a few fingers at the snake. 'So that's, uh, you've got one of these animal-self-things as well, have you?'

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It is not yet the Day of the Dead, but on All Hallow's Eve the veil is thin enough that La Muerte can pass through these woods. Carefully, she scatters marigolds and sugar skulls, adding brightness and beauty to such a foreboding place. High in the clouds above her, a resplendent quetzal flutters above her. In the thickest part of the woods, he comes down to roost amongst the candles of her hat.

"Ay, so dark," she murmurs. With a flick of her wrist, the candles on her hem perch in different branches, offering a glow of safety for weary wanderers.

La Muerte hears a whisper and smiles, shaking her head. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Come here in the light."
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[personal profile] imashinyboy 2014-10-31 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Now this is more like it! Vince grins with relief when he sees the lights, and then with delight when Slightly (a hummingbird who, against all laws of nature, looks like a mix between this and this), darting ahead of him, chirps, 'Someone's been decorating!'

And so they have. Candles, flowers, those little skull candies that they make in Mexico; the creeping, unnerving feeling that's hung about the forest seems to have receded a bit, and Vince ducks down to pick up one of the little skulls. He turns it over in his hand for a moment, before looking up at Slightly.

'Is it, like, heresy or something to eat these? I mean, they are made of sugar, yeah?'

Slightly darts down, their ridiculous little noodle of a tongue flicking out to lick the skull. 'Dunno. But even if it's not, they have been sitting on the ground.'

'Oh yeah.' He'd forgotten about that, and he casts the sugar skull aside. In any event, the skulls are less interesting than the person scattering them, whom Vince and Slightly have just come upon, standing in a clearing. He can't actually tell if she's wearing makeup to look like a skull or if her head actually is a skull, but either way, she is looking genius; all decked out in a long red frock and the biggest hat Vince has ever seen, decorated with live candles!

He lets out a little laugh, bending a little at the waist like the impulse to launch into a Jagger impression, as Slightly executes a zippy little figure eight to land on Vince's shoulder. 'Whoah, you are looking well into it! I'm lovin' that. Who're you, then?'
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It's easy enough for Aly to adjust her Sight so that her vision is as good as a cat's. The darkness worries, but doesn't frighten, her. No, it's what's out there in the dark that Aly is concerned for. The woods whisper and skitter in ways that remind her of spidrens and gryphons, all sharp and foul. She's clever enough and deadly enough against normal humans; it's the Immortals that worry her. The beasts are big and deadly and she's only one small mortal.

At last Angeron, dear dear crow, is on her shoulder. Reassuringly, he preens her hair and whispers contingency plans into her ear with Trick. Between the three of them, she knows, they're clever enough to find a way. If only Angeron could fly away without making them feel ill, then they'd truly be able to get a lay of the land and learn how to proceed.

"Angeron, my dear," Aly whispers, running a finger down the back of his glossy wings, "I do not like this place."

"Nor do I, Aly-child," Angeron agrees, tucking a lock of hair behind Aly's ear with his beak.
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[personal profile] essentiallyharmless 2014-11-05 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucy hasn't been to one of these particular dreams before, so she was pretty baffled at first to meet a rather large swan. It had calmly introduced itself - himself as Helaku, and Lucy had decided to take him for his word, considering there are rather more pressing matters.

Namely being that the location they're in seems decidedly hostile. She hasn't seen or heard anything out to get them, but she feels like someone or something definitely is, and Helaku does too. She knows swans can be pretty vicious, but probably not enough to ward off what or who might be lurking in these woods.

So the best course of action seems to be to start moving. Even if there's nothing out there, they can't very well stay here, in the middle of nowhere. It feels pretty strange with a swan as her companion, but somehow not unnatural, and given it's a talking swan, well, better just go with it. Better to stick together.

Helaku can keep a pretty decent speed, it turns out, though it's a little awkward-looking when he's on land, and sadly there doesn't seem to be any rivers nearby. She can still walk quicker than him, but even if she ran, she's pretty sure he'd be quicker if he took wing. They haven't tasted that theory, though.

"Hello?" Lucy calls out at random intervals, deciding the chance of coming across someone who can help is more to hope for than the risk of something unfriendly hearing them.

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[personal profile] julianbashir 2014-10-31 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
It is pitch black and Julian is alone in the woods, and yet neither of these things explains the pure terror that is running through his being. He is afraid, deathly afraid, but he can't remember of what, and that might be the worst part of all. He has no weapon, no comm badge, no landing party team... there was no memory of arriving here, of a 'before.' All he knows is that his heart rate is elevated, his breathing erratic, and that he has an intense desire to hide. But where?

"Just keep moving. Makes you harder to catch, harder to find, harder to kill. Just keep moving until we find someplace that feels safe," a voice whispers near him. Something brushes against his leg, and Julian reaches out a hand to run his fingers through the soft fur as if it were second nature. "Agamede," he murmurs, the name coming. "It's you." Even though Julian can't quite remember how he knows her, the dream in which they met floats somewhere in the back of his mind and along with a sense of calm. The fennec fox snuggles up closer to him, and he doesn't question her company with him here in these strange woods. He is whole with her. "Run," Agamede reminds him. "Or they...it? Will find us. I don't think we have any more time. They're close."
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[personal profile] peacefulexplorer 2014-11-01 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel wishes he could come by some means of navigation as opposed to simply wandering and hoping he doesn't run into anything that gets him crushed or mangled or killed. He's reached his limit as far as any of those options go. He's getting better at distinguishing the Dreaming from reality, at least. This time the dream had the courtesy to make it obvious when it dropped him in the middle of nowhere in his old SGC-issue green BDUs, though Daniel is yet to figure out how to get it to give him back his sidearm as well.

The dream also explains the presence of Aliyah, but her existence feels so natural and normal that it initially took him a while to catch on. He thinks he must have met her before. She's an extension of his own self - it only makes sense, after all.

"Daniel," she warns in tense undertone, ears flicking up and hackles rising. He mimics her wary posture automatically, even if he's getting tired of stopping to listen for the thus far nonexistent danger every few minutes.

This time it doesn't seem entirely unwarranted. Aliyah spots the distant bipedal figure first, then the slight four-legged creature beside them. Daniel can just barely make out the silhouette printed against the thoroughly unsettling glow of mist between tree trunks, and they both halt.

Relieved to have stumbled upon another living soul and not at all in touch with the remotest instinct for caution, Daniel cups his hands around his mouth and calls out:

"Hey! You okay over there?"

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[personal profile] jane_eyre 2014-10-31 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
These are not the woods at Thornfield. These are no woods Jane remembers. She is alone, and afraid, and without a cloak to guard her against the cool, bitter mists. She wraps her arms around herself and stands stiff and straight, staring into the pale dark. Where is she?

Something else is here with her, she realizes, very near, just behind her. Her breath shudders to a halt, then slips out between her lips, a haze disappearing quickly into the air.

"Jane," the voice rumbles out slowly, giving her a start. She presses a hand to her breast but does not turn. There is something ethereal, unhuman about it, low to the ground, deeper and greater than the voice of a man. And yet, she is not quite afraid, at least not of the speaker. Once she's over the initial fright, it's rather a relief to have someone at her side.

"Who's there?" she murmurs.

"My name is Adeodatus," he says. "I believe we were meant to meet."

Something presses into the palm of her hand, the one hanging at her side; cold and wet, like the nose of a dog, surrounded by a matching muzzle of thick hair. She tenses but does not flinch away. The creature is not here to harm her; in fact, touching him feels quite safe.

At last, Jane turns around to face him.

Adeodatus is a beast, as she had suspected, though not a dog, but a bear, medium-sized, coming up just to her hip when on all fours, his fur so deep a brown it is almost black.

She knows she should be afraid to see him so close, but still, she is not. It is everything else in this foreign wood that frightens her; not Adeodatus. He is her companion; she is almost willing to say a part of her soul.

"Adeodatus," she says softly, crouching down to put her arms around his head. "I'm so very glad to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," he says. "Only I think we had better keep moving. This forest is not safe." He presses his snout against her shoulder. "You must get on my back. I will be able to carry you faster. Hurry, dear Jane."

Quiet and grateful, Jane nods and pulls herself up to the bear's back, sitting behind his jagged shoulder blades. She grips his fur in little fistfuls as he takes her swiftly through the woods.
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[personal profile] prudence_and_honour 2014-10-31 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
There are woods in the country around Delaford and Barton Cottage, but they are, Elinor is quite sure, no woods like these. Not, of course, that she has ever walked out this late before, but she feels confident in thinking that she would recognise those familiar woods even at this late hour. These woods are-- it feels absurd to think it even to herself, but they are like something out of one of Marianne's fancies. She is quite sure that were her sister here, she would at once proclaim the forest to be full of wicked sprites, or perhaps the spirits of the unquiet dead waiting to draw down the soul of any hapless nighttime walker.

But as Elinor does not believe in any such nonsense, there is nothing to be afraid of. Merely trees, and the dark; shadows may frighten a child's mind, but they are merely shadows. She has never heard tell of brigands or vagrants in this country, so she need merely find her way out of the wood, and that will be that.

To her great consternation, however, no amount of stern justification does anything to quell the flutter of irrational anxiety in her belly. Still, she thinks firmly to herself, at least she is properly attired. Her woollen pelisse and a plain shawl ensure that, if nothing else, she will not catch a chill.

'Still,' says a sudden and unexpected voice at her ear, 'we had best start moving, do you not think?'

Elinor only barely stifles a scream, so shocked is she, clapping a hand to her mouth, the other wrapping around her belly as she looks about herself. There is no sign of any person, much less one so near, and she lets out a shuddering breath that she can see in the moonlight.

'Who is there? It is most unseemly to play such tricks, and I will not have it.'

Her voice, she thinks, is admirably firm, but she jolts horribly when the first voice speaks again, so near she can all but feel it on her skin. 'Your pardon, Elinor. I am here, on your shoulder. Pray, do not startle.' She registers for the first time a faint weight there, and then a prickle, felt only barely through layers of fabric. Swallowing, she reaches up with both hands to find... what? Living flesh, certainly, but dry and pebbled beneath her fingertips. A lizard, she discovers, as she lifts it down, and she stares at it in frank astonishment.

'This--' she swallows, and shakes her head. 'This cannot be. I am-- dreaming.'

'Perhaps,' says the lizard, 'And I do not deny that it is... most peculiar. I am not accustomed to being... outside you.'

'Outside?' Elinor echoes, and the lizard shakes its-- no, his, she is quite certain it is a male-- head, blinking slowly at her.

'I believe,' he says, in measured, educated tones, 'I am what you might refer to as your... soul.' Although even as he says as much, it is as if he cannot quite believe it himself. Elinor, who has of course always believed in the immortal soul of man, certainly never imagined it in the form of a peculiar, brightly-coloured lizard.

'I see,' she says, though she does not, and the lizard-- smiles. She did not know such as he were even capable of the expression, but smile he does.

'You may call me Caractacus-- beware!'

Elinor looks about for what Caractacus may be warning her of, but despite the caution, she is entirely unprepared for the sight of a young lady in a most peculiar dress, her red hair aglow in the moonlight, riding a bear. This time she does not shriek, but she does stumble backwards, clutching Caractacus to her breast and staring, wide-eyed.

'I-- I beg your pardon,' she manages after a moment.

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Apologies to SailorPtah

[personal profile] interndana 2014-10-31 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
The woods seem to go on forever, and Dana is hopelessly lost. There's something out here in the dark with her, and part of her suspects that her double, that thing with her face, is waiting and armed and ready to destroy her. She can't know this for certain, and she wants to calm down and try to reason her way through this, but Teotimus isn't helping.

Every little sound, every crack of branches or crunch of leaves sets the little galago off, and he leaps from her shoulder to a nearby tree, to another tree and back to her again in the space of two seconds.

"We should keep moving!" he urges in a whisper, looking around in the dark for a way forward. His pupils are huge now, able to see well in the gloom, and his ears are in constant motion trying to identify the sounds of danger. "It's not safe to stand still, we have to go!"

"Teo, wait," Dana hisses, but he takes off anyway, springing up into the branches and forging ahead too fast for her to keep up. She staggers after him, panic rising in her chest because she knows, somehow, that it's dangerous for him to go too far away and that it will hurt, it will hurt more than anything. Dana can't see in the dark but she can feel the distance growing between them, and she grows more and more anxious as a few yards stretch towards that invisible barrier that should not be passed, and then--

Nothing.

It's so confusing that Dana stops abruptly and peers up into the trees. "Teotimus?" She asks, daring to raise her voice. He comes bounding back from several yards away and lands softly on her head. They are both of them unharmed. "But I thought..." Dana wonders, and Teotimus leans down to look in her eyes and lay a tiny hand on her forehead.

"I don't know," he replies. "I don't know why, but that's not important right now. Come on." And with that he leaps away again.

"Just don't go too far!" Dana protests, setting off at a jog to follow him.

((OOC: I'm taking a page out of this excellent Night Vale/HDM AU fic and assuming that Dana's temporal-dimensional displacement means that she and her daemon have a witch's range, just go with it))
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Re: Apologies to SailorPtah

[personal profile] julianbashir 2014-10-31 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Julian does not like the woods, he's decided. Or really, any woods. Being outdoors, especially at night, simply disagrees with him in general. He knows that there are people who use the Holo Deck to "get away from it all" and lie in hammocks in the sunshine by a river and go fishing and all that whatnot, but Julian can't possibly see why. The Holo Deck is for spies and gangsters and fancy suits and mysteries. This is too real to be enjoyed as a mysterious adventure though. He is afraid... he just wishes he remembered what it is that he is supposed to be afraid of. Julian is fairly sure this is some sort of nightmare, but he certainly is sworn off the outdoors for awhile. His clothes are damp and keep getting caught by branches and burrs and Julian is fairly sure there are spiders everywhere. But the fear of that unknown something or someone keeps driving him onward, Agamede a comforting silent presence by his side. At least they are together. He will keep her safe, and she will watch over him; Julian knows this somehow instinctively as if it has always been this way.

He is so caught up within his own head, his harsh breathing in his ears, that he doesn't hear the rustling of someone else coming through the woods until he nearly crashes into them, only Agamede's warning stopping him before he knocks the person over. "Sorry! So sorry! I didn't see you! Did I hurt you?" He isn't sure why he's apologizing, because after a quick thought he realizes this could very well be the person he is running from. But as he takes in the young woman next to him, he gets a feeling that she isn't. He isn't sure why, because he has learned the hard way (many times, because despite the fact that Julian is supposed to be a genius, he seems to make some pretty dumb mistakes over and over again) that sometimes the most unsuspecting looking/seeming people can be the most dangerous. They might take over your body, put you in a coma, trap you in a psychopathic game that wants to kill you... However this person seems to be running as well.

"Are they after you too?" he asks before realizing that it's a stupid thing to ask, considering he doesn't know if there even is a "they" or who this person is, just that he seems to feel that she can be trusted. Agamede brushes up against him and he bends to pick her up in his arms, stroking her and holding her against his chest. She wants him to keep running, find a place to hide, but her curiosity matches his own.
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good grief I'm so sorry these are all so LONG

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Johnny knows he's dreaming, barely, but that doesn't make it any better. That almost makes it worse. Whether or not anything is out there, something can hurt him. Something very likely will.

"Fuck," he whispers. Ordinarily he prefers dreams that are outside, but not this place, this place is awful. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He takes several strides forward, feeling a horrible itch like he's forgotten something, and then a dull ache in his chest which suddenly solidifies into a familiar pang. He catches like he's caught on a string, doubles over, clutching at his chest. He gasps, staring around himself. He remembers this feeling, and as much as it hurts, he's almost glad to feel it. He crawls back, feeling blindly through the leaves and twigs.

"Nova?" he says, a little hopefully. What was her full name? "Novatiana?"

"Johnny?" whispers a tiny voice near his hand. "Johnny!"

"Hey!" He feels the little rabbit nosing toward him, and he scoops her up and hugs her to his chest. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were-"

"I wanted to say something but I was so scared," she babbles, pressing her soft little head up against him. "I couldn't move!"

"Yeah, I know." He gets to his feet, a little unsteady while he holds her. "It's okay. I've got you." He looks around, trying to find any sign of where to go, but every direction feels dangerous. There are no good goddamn options.

"We can't stay here," she urges. He can feel her little heart beating wildly against his, and he strokes her fur as soothingly as he can. "Please, Johnny, we have to go!"

He starts walking, partly just to calm her, but walking doesn't feel any better, it feels like they could heading for danger instead of waiting for it to come to them. He has a feeling nothing is going to feel safe here.

"I don't like this dream," she whispers.

He rubs his finger gently between her ears. "Me neither. But I'm glad I get to see you again."

"Yeah." She twitches and freezes, causing him to stop short. "Did you hear that?" she hisses. "Something's there!"

Johnny presses back, flattening himself against a tree as best he can, as if this will help. Nova shudders in his hands, both of them endeavoring to be as silent as possible. Please, please, don't let it be something awful, not now, when he finally gets to see her again.
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"Would you stop that?" Nicholas Rush snaps for the umpteenth time at the disturbingly silent thing following him. Black cat. Word for it. Panther. Whatever. He doesn't care.

"I'm supposed to follow you," she explains impatiently. "That's how it works."

"How what works. That doesn't follow." He answers with only half an ear; the rest of him is worried about the secondary, more ambiguous thing following him. The thing he has yet to see. Rush doesn't care for that; the unknown thing is purely conceptual in nature thus far, which is ordinarily his strong suit with the notable exception of cases such as these in which it is most deliberately stalking him to evoke a sense of fear and it is working. How is it fucking working.

"I'm Nathaira," continues the panther, just as ill at ease but doing a much better job at not making it obvious.

"I don't care."

"You should. I'm you."

"That's an erroneous assumption. And also makes no sense from a teleological perspective so why would - fuck!" Rush swears explosively as his foot catches on a root, of course it does, and sends him crashing groundward in a spectacular faceplant. Snarling with frustration at the sheer indignation of it, he promptly lets out a stream of obscenities that grow increasingly creative in structure and nature, as only a Glaswegian can.

Amazing. Fucking. Brilliant.

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[personal profile] wentdowntogeorgia 2014-10-31 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Whose woods these are, Lucifer doesn't know.

As he stands under the heavy canopy-- how did he get here?-- the whole forest seems to be holding its breath, waiting. Like there is something hiding in the shadows that isn't the Devil, something that looks at an archangel and thinks, well, maybe. Something with enough power and cunning on its side to maybe take a stab at something like him, if it has a good opportunity.

There is nothing on Earth or in Heaven than Lucifer fears. Heaven and Earth are not the only places, though, and there are things that can make him wary, especially when all of his senses beyond the mortal ones are muddled and just giving him feelings of vague unease.

Is this Purgatory? Has he just not recognized it?

The thought is interrupted by a shiver in the low branches above him, followed by the prickling sensation of small claws on his vessel's shoulders; there is the sound of creaking wood and he feels a weight slink itself across the span of them, feels the smooth slide of scales against the back of his neck. He turns his head, and in the low light sees a reptilian profile.

"The woods aren't empty," it says. Lucifer finds that he does not mind its heavy warmth or its woodsmoke voice. "Something here is hunting us."

"Us?" Lucifer's head tilts in a quizzical avian gesture. The dragon on his shoulders ruffles its wings in a returning gesture that he recognizes as impatience.

"They call me Rahab," it says, and the name sounds fitting, sounds like something that's his. Lucifer nods and steps quiet through the underbrush. He only knows one way to respond to a threat.

"We'd best find it first."
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[personal profile] noteasybeingblue 2014-10-31 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
She does not like it here.

It is dark, and she possesses none of her abilities of dimensional traversal. Her power is reduced. Again.

Despicable.

She may take comfort (an emotion, human, disgusting) in the presence of Pancakes at this present time. For company she supposes, though she cannot imagine what use the Yastigilian hound might have. Illyria's own powers are more than sufficient, diminished as they are.

Something crackles in the air nearby and she shivers. She must remember - her shell shivers. Illyria does not shiver. God-kings do not shiver. But she can sense the surging presence of a power regardless, a dark and Pit-like thing that stains this world, this dimension, this plane.

Her plane. Illyria is present here; this makes it hers by right.

Move with caution, mistress, Pancakes advises her, discreet. She bids her heed with a lazy hand on her gray-spotted head, but Illyria does not move with caution. She moves with dominance.

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[personal profile] peeta_mellark 2014-10-31 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Peeta's alone in the woods, and there is something out there in the dark after him. He isn't sure what - bmuttations, other tributes, Capitol agents, something worse. Immediately, automatically, his hand drops to his leg, but there's no wound and no pain. His clothes are unfamiliar and clean, not the muddied and torn outfit he'd worn in the arena. This isn't the Games, and he's in a different kind of danger.

And there's something behind him.

Even as Peeta starts to turn, something brushes across his back. At the touch, the terror that has been building inside him melts into a feeling of safety.

"Nilakshi," he breathes, staring up at her in wonder and relief.

"We must move," she tells him, her voice a low rumble.

Peeta nods, the unease he felt before reasserting itself through the momentary comfort he gained from finding Nilakshi here with him. He starts off, having picked a direction at random, with Nilakshi by his side.
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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-11-01 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The sound of something approaching prompts both Daine and Coromotto to whirl around, hackles raised. Once they realize who it is, though, Daine lets out a little yelp of excitement and relief.

"Nilakshi!" Coromotto cries, bounding forward with Daine only half a length behind. "Peeta! It's us!" Once they reach the pair, Coromotto skids to a halt just in front of the elephant's head, tail wagging. Daine rears up to plant her paws on Peeta's shoulders, her gaze urgent as she looks him over for any injuries, but it seems they're both unharmed.

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[personal profile] the_strenuous_life 2014-11-01 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Theodore Roosevelt rides his daemon through the woods, and for the first time in his life, he is afraid. There is one bison left on earth, and it is somewhere in these woods, and if he doesn't act soon, someone will kill it before he himself gets the chance.

His mission is clear. He is a hunter, he is at home in the dark. He will be the master of his fear, and he will find and kill his prey. This he knows.

The wind rises, setting branches creaking against each other in a hoarse moan. Theodore suppresses a shudder. He will not be afraid.

"Come on, Sanoba," he says, patting the moose's mighty antlers. "Let's go."
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[personal profile] oldasmountains 2014-11-01 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Fourteen foot high, limbs creaking like the slow bend of trees in the wind, feet like great root systems sinking into the earth as he treads, Fangorn makes his way through the forest, daemon clinging among his foliage, barely distinguishable from the bark of his skin with the moss growing green on her fur.

Though it is plainly a forest, alive with the songs of trees and smaller, growing things, he feels as he did when walking amongst the burnt and broken bodies of his tree-herds. There is a chill on the air, and the scent of bad magic and machinery and scorched oil.

'Hmmm, hum,' he grumbles, a deep, nearly subvocal groan of sound, branches shivering, 'Burárum.'

There is something very wrong here, and he does not like it. These are not his woods, and something is sick in the heart of them.

He is not expecting to come across a man-- or he takes it for a man, at least-- riding through the forest astride some animal like a great elk, and Fangorn comes to a slow halt, the sloth amid his branches slowly lifting her head to peer down. 'Hoom, hum! And what have we here?'
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[personal profile] spacemanspiff 2014-11-01 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Zounds! What unspeakable horror from deepest space could be lurking behind the next tree?" The intense whisper comes not from Spiff, but from the creature at his feet. Its name, he has learned, is Ushindi. Under normal circumstances, Spiff would not join forces with a near-stranger, but times are desperate, and he's making an exception.

Spiff double-checks his blaster - already set to 'incinerate' - and mutters, "Whatever it is, it will soon regret tangling with the indefatigable Spaceman Spiff!"

"And the unflagging Ushindi!" the creature agrees, teeth bared.
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[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2014-11-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
The unspeakable horror from deepest space Bathgate behind the next tree turns to peek out from behind the trunk to which he's got his back. The goat that's been following him is trembling, her white patches standing out in the darkness where his own dark, spotted fur doesn't. They can hear a couple of voices -- young voices -- but Peter can't make out the words.

"Who's there?" he demands, not stepping out of hiding.

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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2014-11-01 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's a dangerous place. Or, at least, it feels like a dangerous place. Gabriel stands still on the spot and looks over his shoulder. The only thing he finds is Venia, padding behind him, their head lowered so as to be closer to Gabriel.
He slows and settles a hand at their neck, digging fingers down into brown fur.

"Nice to see you again." He knows this is a dream, but there have been plenty of dreams where terrible things have happened. This may be another of those. He doesn't sense anything out of the ordinary. Other dreamers nearby. A group dream, then.

"Come on, on me," Venia says, nudging him back with a large sharp beak. "We'll be able to run if things get dangerous."

Gabriel obliges, climbing up onto Venia's back, hands gripping onto folded wings as they continue to make their way cautiously through the forest.
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johnny_truant: (awe)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-11-01 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
There's something there, something huge, and for a second he feels his terror heighten, but then Nova lifts her head excitedly, sniffing the air.

"Venia!" she whispers. "It's Venia - Johnny, quick, go and find them!"

The relief hits like a flood. Johnny grips Nova tighter and runs throw the trees toward the movement and the rustle of feathers.

"Gabe-!" He staggers to a halt, grinning up at the angel and the griffin. "Fuck, I'm glad you're here."

He wants to reach out and touch Venia, run his fingers through their fur and feathers like last time, but everything's different now, and he won't do it without permission. He settles for smiling at them and saying, "Hey, you."

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[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2014-11-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[This is Ryslig CRAU Peter. His monster description can be found here.]


Something terrible stalks these woods. A dead creature almost in the shape of a man creeps along the forest floor, his antlers now and then brushing the bare branches of the trees, his hooves sinking into the dead leaves of autumn. His keen vision pierces the night and his ears stand upright, alert for sight and sound of something living. There's stillness within him; his heart does not beat and in the dark of night he does not breathe lest he be heard.

And he's absolutely terrified. His mind keeps conjuring images of the hunters and hellhounds in that doctor's dungeon. He died there and he still doesn't understand how or why he came back, why he had to go through that and couldn't even be set free from his current existence as a result. His ears swivel as he listens intently for the sound of a gun being cocked.

Behind him stalks...a goat. She hasn't spoken to him once since they awoke here together, and for some reason he can't fathom that seems weird to him. He's not feeling chatty right now, though, as he freezes once again to watch and listen in response to some small sound nearby.
noteasybeingblue: (?????????)

[personal profile] noteasybeingblue 2014-11-01 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was not her intent to travel here.

This world is dark, full of trees and small and scuttling things. The God-King, the Merciless, the once-legendary ruler of the Primordium, turns slowly and sifts through her surroundings, evaluating the atoms with their simple construction, each molecularized life-thing, the make and build of the tall-arching trees clad in their thick, blackened bark. The silence, evaluated with rigid disinterest, makes no claim of what might be here, only that there are presences here, many and with different purposes.

All of which disinterest her.

Illyria chooses her pathway and walks, unhurried, Pancakes at her heel. She does not recall when her pet materialized beside her, but she pays it no further thought. Her translocation was not achieved by her own doing. This was, incredibly, inconceivably, abominably, done to her.

She will not listen to tree-whispers or tiny things that hide behind her in the dark. She will find what has done this to her. And then she will rend them.
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[personal profile] bibliophale 2014-11-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Aziraphale!" Orisa hisses in his ear. "There's something there, can't you feel it? What've you walked us into?"

Aziraphale does feel the burning presence of something Other nearby, but he hasn't been able to separate it out from all the other presences he can feel in these woods; some of them dangerous, maybe of them powerful, who knows which ones are real? This dream is wreaking havoc with his senses.

"What would you have me do?" he hisses right back. "I can't find a way out, can't fly, can't see a bloody thing-"

"Turn back, perhapssss?" Her drawn-out sibilants have started to take on a vaguely urgent quality, he's noticed. It's making him even more nervous than he was.

"Back where? It's not as if I've a comp- oh." He stops, pulling himself up straight, as the bright blue-haired blue-eyed entity steps out into his view, trailed by some sort of creature. Oh dear.

"Er," he says weakly, as Orisa sighs and mutters, "Brilliant."

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