[fancypost bgcolor=#dbdbdb borderwidth=0px; width: 310pt;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 1pt; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align:center; margin-top:-10px; text-transform:uppercase; color: #303030; width: 310pt;]If dreams don't come true[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: -2.5pt; font-family: georgia; font-size: 23px; text-align:center; margin-top:-10px; text-transform:uppercase; color: #303030; width: 310pt; margin-left: -7pt;]We'll change those too[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=#f1f1f1 borderwidth=0px; width:270pt; font-family: arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; color:#000000; opacity:0.9; border-top:1px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:1px solid #3b3b3b;]She's starting to panic. She can feel it; the increase of her pulse, the sudden loudness of her heartbeat, and her racing mind all told her so. But who doesn't know that she's freaking the hell out? Everywhere she turns, claws rip apart the very place she thought is safe, where nothing could penetrate its walls and where nothing, nothing but the ones accepted, could come in. Through the holes is nothing but a darkness, a black so dark that it seems to swallow you whole. And those holes are reaching out for her, to draw her in, and to send her to her prison, a lifetime without light, and without company.
Fiora's already dead, she knows. The serval threw her to the side to avoid the claws that came for her, effectively getting herself caught and saving Primal's life. However, relief isn't the thing that races through her mind as she sprints off, to the point where she was now. What she thinks is that she's killed two people within the past week, and she knows there are more casualties to go.
Suddenly, she hears the shredding of the Realm's ghastly walls, and sees a pair of translucent talons rip through what seemingly was nothingness. For a moment, she thinks she vaguely sees the face of the creature doing this, but she pushes that image out of her head. No, that was not the monster's face. She was just hallucinating. Like how the giant hand swiping for her is a figment of her imagination, and that she is in no danger at all.
Duck! she vaguely hears someone yell, but she can't process the information soon enough, and is soon feeling the creature's claws wrap around her form. Her eyes widen in fear as she realizes this is true, this is reality, this is not her mind and she has to leave, leave, leave -
There's a loud 'shink' before the creature draws its hand back, rearing in protest at the cut it received. Prim shakily turns to see Varus, a spear clamped between his jaws, his eyes glowing stark white as his burn scars pulse an eerie indigo colour. His red scarf is now torn but still waves slightly in the wind the holes create. It's stained with a blood coloured silver - the blood of a spirit. Of course, she's not sure if all spirits bleed silver. Only herself and the spirit of the guard do. But why is she thinking of such a thing when really, she was trying to wake herself up?
Wake me up, she murmurs, trying to ignore the obvious change in her voice as it goes from smooth to echo-y. Please, help me. She thinks the look Varus gives her is a confused one. She can't really tell with his colourless eyes, or the fact that he rarely held an expression that wasn't his annoyance of something, or his longing for something.
The man opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. She doesn't understand why he's not speaking, until she notices the ghastly violet talon that protrudes his chest. Blood is already trickling from the corner of his mouth as his eyes lose its glow and its absence of colour. Just for a second, she sees a pair of glassy blue eyes, looking at her with fear and regret, before the hand jerks back and brings Varus along with it.
She doesn't realize she's screaming until she wakes up, staring down at her forelegs, which are now covered in stone.
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primalstar legend-stark ⋆ female ⋆ biromantic bisexual ⋆ 13 months ⋆ colouredclan ⋆ commander ⋆ npc x npc ⋆ single ⋆ hard ⋆ no kill ⋆ please ask for capture ⋆ please put name in bold and/or limegreen ⋆ has spirits that can assist her in battle
bodies
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maned lioness ⋆ white lioness ⋆ leopard ⋆ maned black lioness ⋆ shorthaired black cat ⋆ white tiger w/ pink stripes⋆ deep blue seawing ⋆ light blue icewing ⋆ male serval ⋆ crimson red skywing
powers
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ability to transfer pain ⋆ elemental powers (fire, earth, water, electricity, air) ⋆ free powers ⋆ invisibility ⋆ manipulation of soundwaves and molecules ⋆ multiple possessions ⋆ manipulation of emotions ⋆ shapeshifting ⋆ super senses ⋆ telepathy ⋆ the sight ⋆ teleportation
spirits of the guard
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fallenwish - spirit of intellect ⋆ pridestalker - spirit of fortitude ⋆ ecrias - spirit of compassion ⋆ nidalee - spirit of control ⋆ ao shin - spirit of liberty ⋆ lux - spirit of acceptance ⋆ varus - spirit of determination ⋆ phantom - spirit of wit ⋆ fiora - spirit of tactics
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