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    (( S O M N I A R E ))
    In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
    In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
    And dream of para-para-paradise

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    -- The young child twitched in her bed, her legs kicking. Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth opened and closed as if trying to talk, pleading for her life. Somniare thrashed wildly, caught in a horrible nightmare. Suddenly the half-angel's eyes opened wide, panicked. A loud, high pitched scream came from Somi. The caracat started hyperventilating as her gaze flicked around her bedroom, terrified. Somniare shuddered as faint, brief images of the dream resurfaced. Corpses, the castle burning, blood. So, so much blood. The palace creaked and the kitten yelped and leaped back, landing behind her blanket stack. The child closed her eyes tight and prayed that nothing was coming for her.


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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky [color=darkorchid] #dreamingangel #somniareKoE

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    (( S O M N I A R E ))
    In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
    In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
    And dream of para-para-paradise

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    -- Somniare was breathing heavily, pupils large to take in more light. Her vision adjusted quickly, which helped her calm down a little bit. Not much, though. The caracat froze when she heard footsteps and lowered herself to the ground, hoping to avoid being seen. She took a deep breath and heard the footsteps echoing in her room, each sound killing her. Somi braced herself and took a brief peek over the pile and saw Kno. The half angel squeaked, took a deep breath, bared her fangs, then sprung out. "DEMON BE GONE!" The child yelled, landing on her paws. She didn't really recognize the skull-wearing cat, and so she slunk backwards, eyes never leaving Kno. Her long claws were out and her pelt was fluffed up, every sense on high alert due to the adrenaline coursing through her veins.


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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky [color=darkorchid] #dreamingangel #somniareKoE

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    (( S O M N I A R E ))
    In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
    In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
    And dream of para-para-paradise

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    -- Somniare hissed and pressed herself up against the wall. It seemed believable enough since the stranger smelled of the castle and her Clanmates, but Somi was scared out of her mind right now and knowing there was scent manipulation out there really didn't help. The child stared at Kno with wide, frightened eyes. "H-how do I know you aren't an Exile trying to trick me? Kill me like so many others that have been murdered?" The child asked in shaky voice, trying to hide her panic but failing. The night terror hadn't faded yet, the scenes blazing in her mind constantly.


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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky [color=darkorchid] #dreamingangel #somniareKoE

    "Hey, it's okay! There are no Exiles here trying to hurt you." The noblewoman reassured, taking Kno's side and gazing at the younger member with soft hues.

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    (( S O M N I A R E ))
    In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
    In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
    And dream of para-para-paradise

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    -- She didn't really know Shatteredpaw, but Somniare had seen her around here a lot since she was born. The caracat glanced nervously at Kno and her skull mask before she sheathed her claws again. Nia was still breathing heavily, but the child was starting to calm a down a little bit. She glanced around her room again, and when she didn't see anything, the kit asked, "Are you su-sure?" Her pelt started to lower and Somniare scanned the hallway, ears turning rapidly to hear the tiniest noises.


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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky [color=darkorchid] #dreamingangel #somniareKoE

    [size=8]Nightmares were things Anders was very familiar with. Waking thrashing without realising why, or paralysed with fear, only able to move his eyes to stare down a dark hallway, expecting the worst. Death coming for him in several forms, crawling and creeping and grasping at him with cracked fingers that flaked away as white mist, blood spilling from shuddering jaws, a dry tongue opening festering wounds on his flesh. He knew the confusion, the terror that accompanied it, causing wakefulness, sleeplessness, general paranoia. Cynicism and distrust often defined him during those times of anxious insomnia and really, Anders was failing because of it. If a child was suffering so young ... He knew the occasional nightmare was normal, but the fear afterwards this caracal girl was displaying was not necessarily.


    The hybrid stopped at the door, clutching the frame weakly. " It's alright, " he said. " nobody can hurt you, now. "
    [color=transparent] #rudyroar