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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 3:48 pm
The world was coming together. The world was falling apart.
Len felt his mind fracturing. The stress of suddenly becoming a teenager, of suddenly having his mind being ripped apart meticulously by the megalomaniac dream-god, of leaving his home behind...it was all taking its toll. He wasn't sure how much longer it would last. He tried to ask The Dreamer how much longer he had, but it felt like it had left Len for a time at least.
It was the first time in a long time that Len felt truly free of the being, the god, the Dreamer. His head felt clear, undrugged. This was the time to plan. While he still could.
So, in the night, Len searched the Dreamworlds for the two The Dreamer had mentioned in passing: a sleeper named Seth and the girl...Crow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:17 pm
Idly her eyes scanned over the remains of some nameless mortal, their body torn into precise shreds. Muscles torn from bone, skin purple with bruising and punctures throughout. The face was unrecognizable, even the gender seemed to be.
Carren stared down at her work, her hands covered in blood, her talons sharp as diamonds as she carelessly flicked a fragment of bone to the crimson dirt beneath her dainty and very human feet.
Carren smiled likely the most disturbing grin a woman of her beauty could muster.
It was then she felt something alter her dream. She knew this feeling, and quickly altered for her feet to be clad with soft leather boots. Though, knowing it was Len, she remained in her scanty form, her breasts bouncing off the bright moonlight as elegantly and exotically as the Furies and her goddess.
This was her element. Dare say Len or his god, Cathy, disturb her in such.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:00 pm
Well, THIS wasn't what he was expecting. Len, for some reason, was expecting Crow to be a stable force, a place of calm. This was not how he wanted it. Not at all.
"Crow?" Len asked. His eyes moved down, and then pulled up. No. He can't be distracted now. "We have to go. While there's still time."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 10:58 am
"Hello, Lennon." Carren greeted the godling. She was unsure which form of Len she was to receive.
But then again, she wasn't sure what part of her unsettled psyche Len was to receive in return.
She turned, blood soaked fingers drying in moments with a gentle blow. The body behind her faded, and the scene around her faded to black. "I can't decide whether you've invaded a nightmare, or a fantasy... Did Cathy tell you he instructed Morrígan to send me to the Furies? Did he tell you what I have learned for our alliance? I am just you're new little play thing, aren't I?" As she spoke, she walked closer to Len, her hips with her tight leather skirt slung low, she rubbed up against his hip.
"So... We leave? Time, hm. I have had a lot of that all week. Curled up in some abandoned place, gazing out and praying no one would find me... So, I suppose we shall go. Leng, isn't it? I've wondered about that place..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 8:01 pm
Len was startled by Crow. He was finally in control. It wasn't supposed to be like this...he wanted to manipulate the dream, make her normal again. But he didn't have time, neither of them did, he didn't know when the Dreamer would return.
He grabbed Crow's arm and concentrated and suddenly the air was colder, much colder, and he could feel the snow underneath their feet. "Stay here," he whispered, taking a step back so he didn't accidentally pull Crow with him. He was suddenly gone and Crow was alone in the cold emptiness that was Leng.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 12:48 pm
Seth didn’t often dream, mainly since he didn’t often sleep, and when he did go into his near comatose day of sleep, his consciousness spent most of it’s time in Hypnos’ realm. When it received the advice and instructions it so sorely needed, if Seth where to continue avoiding harm.
But today’s lecture was over. The dream was similar to Hypnos’ realm, without memories Seth’s subconscious had little else to draw on for material. Seth lay under the shade of a dark gnarled tree, hidden amongst others in the perpetual twilight the just out of sight sun provided. Dressed in attire befitting his "Father" There was nothing to do til his body woke up, but just relax, away from the real world.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 11:29 am
Most of the dreams that Len had entered lately have been nightmarish, frantic, chaotic. This dream, however, of this new godling that he had yet to meet was calm, organized, logical. Len was put off. He felt like he was out of his element.
He looked around--it was actually similar to that Jubs kid's dream. Oh great. At least the kid didn't LOOK like Jubs. "Come on," he said to the other figure. "We have to go. Now."
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:45 am
Seth was staring at the sky through the canopy of dark branches above him, letting his thoughts wonder. So he failed to notice Len, he only snapped back from his deep thoughts once Len spoke to him.
Seth sat up to see where the voice that’d disturbed him emanated. At first it might have been someone Hypnos had sent as a messenger. But this guy certainly didn’t look like anyone Father would be associated with. If he was an enemy, Seth didn’t have much to help him, he didn’t have his sand and a tunic was far from the best defensive clothing.
“Why? Who are you?” he asked, trying to sound forceful and in control.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:17 am
Let's put it this way:
Hooker clothing was not made for the damn cold. Crow's skin seized and soon covered itself in little bumps, wings curled defensively from the wintry air. Velvet boots soaked, and little toes were numbed in minutes.
Somehow fitting, her heart grew cold, so should her body. A tail appeared in a split second as she placed herself in the snow, the giant red fluff-for-a-tail used as a warm seat. She hadn't yet figured out how to summon fur upon other places, so she simply remained in her spot, wings curled around her so she appeared more like a giant jet rock clad with blood, and she shivered.
"Damnit, Len, does your realm have to be colder than the darkest reaches of the Downers?!" Such was said in vain, as Len had already left for someone else's mind.
That old couch seemed appealing right about now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 9:27 pm
"No time," Len said forcefully. "He could be back any minute. Let's roll." He stepped forward, grabbing the other boy's arm before bringing them back into Leng. He peeked open his blue eye. Crow did not look happy.
"Crow, this is Seth. Seth, Crow." He stepped away, creating a triangle in the snow. "Now, we don't have a lot of time. I don't know what he's doing now, off on his own, but I don't think it will be long."
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 9:48 am
“W-wai-“ He was promptly cut off by the sudden wall of freezing cold air that hit him as the garden dissolved around him, replaced by the unwelcoming sight that was Leng.
He would have tried to demanding information, but right now, looking angry and commanding would be rather impossible while he rubbed his arms together for warmth, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. He tried in vain to spread his tunic over the parts of his body that where exposed to the elements. Judging by what the boy was saying, he had to immediate intention of harming him, he wanted to meet?
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