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Eyes, the colour of a summer storm, would slide behind tan eye lids, the lanky body lulling itself to sleep with rhythmic, deep breathes. All seemed peaceful, all was peaceful, in the mortal world, that was.
His dreamscape was different, unique.
He was in a world blanketed by stars, a world conjured of stardust. An awestruck sigh would escape her black lips, and cautiously, he'd feel forward, amazed that he didn't fall through the blackness. Suddenly, a large voice broke through the placid silence, and the wildcat cowered, gray eyes expanding slightly in shock. "Benjamin!" There was a certain pleading in the thing's voice, but he couldn't be so sure.
"I come to you in this dream with a request. It is a simple one, one that will be beneficial to both of us if you so kindly oblige." What Breakingpaw didn't know was that there was no choice, what was going to happen was going to happen despite his answer. "I come to you in hopes that you will become my host. I can grant telepathy, molecular manipulation, as well as sight if you do accept." It would have been wiser simply to say "when".
Now, the head guard wasn't so sure about this... He had barely met the spirit and already it was seeking refuge within him.. Yet for some reason, he felt compelled to accept, and so he did.
What happened next wasn't pretty.
The entire night had past and finally, the son of Witchingstar awoke. A searing covered his entire body and he convulsed, shuddering madly as he was possessed. There was a scream, or maybe there wasn't... He couldn't tell, he wasn't in control... He was just there, watching through his eyes but unable to do anything.. How pathetic he felt.
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