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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]To the casual observer, maybe not a close friend of Squire's, the deaf tom's twitching paws and occasional muffled, distorted noises were only a clue that he was dreaming. To someone closer, possibly someone who had seen this type of dreaming before, these actions were a tell-tale sign of some sort of nightmare. Except that, this time, Squire had left his mind open, allowing his telepathy to reach out and wrap anyone unlucky enough in the thick tendrils of his unwelcome dream.
He shuffled forwards, heart in his throat, paws bumping against cold, hard ground. He was drawn forwards almost unwillingly, and Squire knew that whatever he would find in this silent, dark world would not be welcome. He dreaded nearing the end of this nightmare, knowing that it was something to do with the heavy scent of blood that overwhelmed his only working sense - his ability to scent.
As always, Squire knew he was not himself now, that he was whatever had become before him. He knew that this individual was more unfortunate than himself, being both deaf and blind as opposed to Squire's mere deafness. Worse still, when the alabaster tom tried to reach out with his telepathy, he felt nothing but his own terror. There was no telepathy in this body, so like his own when it had been at this tender age of four moons, and he felt isolated.
His reached forwards again with a tentative paw, pressing into a sticky, liquid-like substance. In the back of his mind, Squire knew that it was blood - that he had stepped in some poor soul's spilt blood, already cooling in the afternoon breeze - but another mind pushed against his own, quiet and wondering and ever so confused.
"What's this? Aes Sedai?" His fur raised along his spine as his blood chilled to match the temperature of that on his paw, still in the congealing mess. "I'm scared," whined the child that had pushed itself to the forefront of Squire's mind, and it called for Aes Sedai again, knowing that this odd creature would protect it.
Almost in the next heartbeat, Aes would emerge from the darkness of the world, touching its own mind to Merle's. Squire felt a flood of relief at the familiar touch of telepathy, but this feeling was drowned out by the sudden intoxicating joy of the deaf-blind child standing in the blood as Squire dreamed.
He felt his paw retract from the blood, and it was then that Squire realised it was not fear that was the reason he had been unable to decide where to place his paws - it was the child Merle whose own mind seemed linked with his own.
"Gone where?" The thought exploded from his own mind powerfully, drawn out of the depths by the other animal's powerful telepathy.
So startled was Squire by the strength of Merle's curiosity that he found himself gasping for breath and peeling back his eyelids to glance about the vibrant - although silent - world around him. Squire's release from the dream would in turn release anyone else trapped and he remained ignorant of the strength of his telepathy.
GENERAL ;
squire | blazeheart x npc | male | 12 moons | warrior | stormclan | frail white tom w/ blue eyes | deaf | declawed | single | straight | #squireyboo
POWERS;
invisibility, character bond (w/ Darkskies and Mango), telepathy
INTERACTION;
easy | attack in bold | no kill | no maim | pm for capture | previously mentored by Skuli
LINKS;
none
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