I TRIED (BUT I LIED) && nightmares

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    They were everywhere. Green eyes, yellow eyes, black eyes, brown eyes: eyes from every corner, watching and waiting and burning holes in his skin as they stared, on and on and on and on. They were inescapable. He was running, he knew that - his lungs were about to burst, heaving in and out with effort, struggling to even function properly. The landscape kept changing, showing that at least he was going somewhere, but still the eyes remained. Even when he couldn't see them, he knew they were there. Always.


    Distantly, he could hear the faint mutter of voices (they were talking about him, again), and hopelessly he tried to run faster. Away from the voices and the eyes, and oh God, suddenly he was stopping, barely breathing but not yet passing out. The scenery changed into the fairground: the fairground that he always used to go to when he was a child, the one that would visit every few months or so. Big tops and ferris wheels and clowns in stilts; the smell of cotton candy and the constant ache in his stomach, the circus dogs that would spin and jump and even play dead for their master - their masters, those cruel, smiling humans who bowed to the crowd with thunderous applause. The pace of it all was dizzying, and suddenly he couldn't concentrate, and then he was back in the junkyard again: back with his old pack, and the snarling dogs, and the eyes that were back again. Then, although he couldn't feel it, blood began to pour from the wound on his leg - rivers of blood, gushing and gushing and gushing-


    He turned around and saw his mother, tall and all-knowing and godly, smiling down on him, and for some reason it was that image that disturbed him more than the blood or the pathetic dogs at the fairground, or even the eyes -


    Percocet woke with a gasp, a sudden fit of coughing taking his body and forcing his body to painfully convulse. He stayed like that for a good few minutes, eyes screwed shut and fur bristling without restraint. The ebony canine felt his claws dig into the ground, and he groaned.
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    considering the fact that the nightmare percocet had just vividly perceived mainly focused around thousands of estranged eyes piercing through the entirety of his soul, the five eyed child was perhaps the worst possible option for the other to gaze upon once first gaining his grip back into reality. it was with good intentions hypokrisis had approached the scene, being drawn towards the elder creature due to his constant fidgeting and muttering in the midst of what should have been sleep. but as percocet awoke, gasping for breath as if his lungs had been denied the right to breath, the fragile child jumped back with a squeak. percocet was obviously disgruntled, appearing as if he'd just been attacked by an ungodly beast rather than taking a nap, and it didn't take the most observant person to figure he'd had a nightmare. "Did it hurt you?" inquired the child softly, "The nighmare i mean."

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    louise w.k.p.h.p.g.n.m . shadowclan, bloodclan, and the rift . member [shc] member [bc] member [tr]
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    eyes. nightmares. louise had never had a nightmare before, but they seemed horrible. like a terrifying reality inside your imagination, subconscious yet it was temporary sensations. she never really had dreams anyways, she slept in blissful black.


    spotting her brother heading somewhere in a hurry with dangerously acute eyesight, she frowned. where was he going? the hybrid stood up from her previous position, which was a relaxed sitting position under a shady pine tree.


    her powerful muscles rippled like a mercury lake as she approached the shepherd, her turquoise orbs glowing much like the ocular a seen in his dream, which was a bit misfortune te for the poor thing.


    "i thought dreams couldn't hurt you." she said, frowning. how could they? A they were figments of imagination, they were literally just the brain playing a trick on you. [fancypost=background:#COLORHERE;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    Sieg had been restless and up pacing around, as she did most nights. Even though she was an adult and old than many of her Clanmates, she had one of the shittiest sleeping schedules out of everybody. Not her fault that she never had a schedule in her youth to follow. Padding up, she heard Louise's question. "Technically, they can't. But the contents of a nightmare can be so bad that your physical body reacts to what's happening in your mind. And sometimes, that doesn't even happen. They can just be plain terrifying."


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    [fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=tahoma][align=justify]Her own nightmares could be classified as mundane, to her at least; even as she slept in the back alleys of the village, watching, waiting, for the odd thing to appear as she drifted to sleep, she remained tranquil in the domain of dreams and nightmares alike. Sometimes. the black jackal was trapped within the woods, a mere pup, listening as her parents were slaughtered in the background. That would jolt her awake, but she knew it couldn't harm her; it was just her idealizing how they were killed, and the nightmare in truth was preying on that fear of the unknown. Ever since arriving in Shadowclan, however, no nightmares plagued her thus far, only reveries that 'spoke' of successful jobs and a newfound sense of adventure.


    Seeing a small crowd forming, the beginning of one anyway, Lurk decided to come over, alabaster luminaries observing the gathered few with little interest. As the trio conversed, the canine only remained silent for the moment, attention resting on Perocet with a raised brow. Heaving a sigh, Lurk gave a curt nod. "I agree; some memories can be painful, and you're at the mercy of your conscience, who may or may not make you relive it."


    /mobile xP


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    "Damn straight." Percocet gave Lurk a bleary-eyed look, blinking furiously to try and get the sleep out of his eyes. As he pricked his ears, the dark canine began to notice the amount of people who had gathered round him, and for a moment his gaze softened at their apparent concern. When he'd had nightmares in his old pack, nobody had been this understanding. Meaning, he usually got woken up forcefully and shouted at by the others for causing too much noise.


    Looking up at the Sieg - the only one that he totally recognised, and could actually place a name to their face - Percocet smiled weakly. He stayed like that, still lying down, for a few moments, before actually attempting to get up (and wincing when he put too much weight on his hind leg). Noticing the presence of Hypokrisis and Louise, the black German Shepherd shook his head softly, simultaneously amused and wistful about the kids' naivety. "It's fine, I've had worse." Percocet frowned. "I think. I don't know, they kind of mesh together after a while."
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