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sleep had begun to elude pyrrhic. with nightmares chasing after him every night, he found it more preferable to avoid it all together, only allowing himself to drift off when he could barely stand anymore. this night is one of those nights. he'd barely managed to drag himself into his cell and into bed before he fell unconscious. this would usually bring about a night of dreamless sleep, but it seems someone has other plans for the deputy-warden.
he's awake, or rather, awake within his dream. lucid dreaming, he recalls. or perhaps this is a vision. he wouldn't know - he's never gotten in control of his own power, and that already makes it hard to discern what's real and what's not. he's walking, and it's strange, because he's suddenly much taller than before. he's upright, and human, and it's so odd and yet so familiar at the same time. what he's walking too, he doesn't know, but he continues nonetheless.
robes of grey and gold adorn his figure, and he can feel the weight of long hair tumbling down his back. for someone who's now in a human form, he can feel the outline of his real body just beneath, guiding his slightly unsteady movements. what an odd way to dream. he rounds an invisible corner, a jerky movement as he attempts to get used to this new form, and spots the witch doctor. there's an audible sound as pyrrhic sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening as he takes in the grotesque figure before him. he wants to run, cry, scream, collapse, but he's rooted to the spot by some invisible force. dark brown eyes slowly drag themselves to the adjacent person, and he can feel his stomach drop.
but it's not. because yueliang does't look like that. yueliang is a maine coon as he used to be! then again, he's standing erect, and nothing makes sense. the familiarity leads him to believe he's unlocked something; a memory from a past life. he'd heard of that happening before, and the only logical explanation is that the sight is trying to tell him about something, no, someone, that he needs to remember. and it's apparently a brother.
his brother. his older brother. clad in similar robes with a familiar, yet blurred, face. but the most striking figure is the jagged line of red around the neck, and the dark pattern of stitches. decapitation. suddenly he frowns, and anger bubbles up to replace the fear he'd been taken over by earlier. who had hurt, killed, his brother? pyrrhic has never been one for violence, but he feels he'd kill just about anyone to avenge the man before him.
"you...who are you?" his voice echoes in the space around him, loud and quiet all at once. he's talking both to the witch doctor and the other man, though he hardly expects an answer from the latter. "what do you want to tell me?" maybe, just maybe, this is just the next step in mastering his power.
the echoing noise of the bones sets the male on edge, and he feels himself trembling despite the stiffness of his muscles. this was something out one of his nightmares, and he felt betrayed by his body. he'd thought he'd stayed up long enough this time around to fall into a dreamless sleep, not experience whatever this is.
wings fan out slightly, as if the sudden shift in size would save him from the creature before him. the witch doctor. an odd name that carries fear it it's own way. he shifts his weight around, though remains still. the other rattles about, but doesn't make any move to come towards him. he's speaking once more, and pyrrhic nearly wants to lay his ears flat on his head and cover them with his paws. the voice grates in a haunting melody, and the deputy-warden would later claim he felt his own spirit separate from his body.
avenge his fallen brother? is what he was really meant to do? it would be hard, he would have to be more careful, but if this was his mission, he wouldn't give up. perhaps, after avenging his brother, kukiko would finally leave him alone. "the spruce...?" pyrrhic echoes after a quiet moment in which the silence seems far too loud. there were no spruce trees in the canyon, and that meant he'd have to leave soon to hunt these people down.
worry and doubt now flash across his features. but he couldn't leave cory and yueliang. they were the only family he had left, and yet asking for their help seemed out of the question. "i-i i can't leave them behind," he says, not naming any names, but getting the feeling that the witch doctor would somehow know exactly who he was referencing. "they're all i have left. can't you send someone to me?"