[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( this was gonna happen at some point now that i've got my hands on bloodborne and isena deserves a bit of happiness before getting the visions of their hunter version cause those are gonna be bad, the worst out of them as yharnem isn't a nice place )
Each night had come and gone in fitful bursts of sleep spent in the clutches of nightmares, always running, sweat tacky on their skin as their fingers struggled to hold the saw cleaver, but it wasn't them, not truly, it couldn't be. As time drew on exhaustion crept closer but never did they find comfort in sleep, only that dream of running, pursued by beasts that wanted their blood, shouting curses, spitting the word monster at them. Bags came to show beneath those dull eyes and yet they didn't dare sleep, keeping it all at bay as best they could though they felt it's tug upon their mind, trying to draw them in. Sometimes there was good things as well, a doll with skin of porcelain that they could touch and feel, so real was the chill of her cheek beneath their fingers, her words a soft murmur.
With a soft grumble Isena shoved their thoughts to the side, not wishing to dwell on the night terrors, to relive them in daylight hours. Drawing themself up to their paws they trudged down the steps leading to their house, jaws parting in a yawn only to snap shut once more, teeth gritted against any other that dared to rise. Shifting over their shoulders was a cloak, lined in golden thread it was ragged and dusty but warm, the hood drawn up to hide their face. After the first dream of that place they had found it thrown over them, very much like the one they had worn in the dream, and they dared not take it off. It was oddly comforting to wear it and the dreams were less frequent with it on, as if it was a ward that held them at bay, but sometimes they wished they could visit that place, maybe have the chance to walk with the one in them.
Chewing upon their lip Isena plopped down upon their haunches, immersed in the memory of the dreams, not realizing a creature was approaching. Small and hairless, it's skin pale and waxy, drawn tight over it's skeleton yet it's step had a skip to it, the empty sockets of it's eyes focused solely upon the small feline. From gaping jaws the small creature released a low moaning mewl, pressing its nose against Isena's leg, startling them.
"The fuck-!" After these two words their shout trailed into silence, mere seconds passing before they rose and were off running, screaming their head off as the messenger followed, the odd little feline-like creatue easily keeping pace, all the time uttering that moaning mewl.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread