YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Baneful CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rep LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Nightmares were nothing unfamiliar to Rep, most of his sleep was angled backwards towards the past, all the moments he regretted, failings, moments of weakness and times when he was subject to the whims of those in positions of authority over him. His greatest fear had been helplessness for so very long. These days most of all it was being separated from Harrison. He feared separation from Jordan too, but the Sun hunter retained his freedom, Rep was not one hundred percent and almost unhealthily dependent on him. His nightmares were scattered and chaotic, much the way his waking thoughts always were, a moment of weakness, a flash of a memory, a scrambled maelstrom of hurt and pain that threatened to drag him under.
Alone. Sitting on his bed in the dark, moonlight sprawled across the sheets, drunkenness waning away and leaving nothing but despair and hurt in its wake. He’d come so close to losing everything and now everything felt like it was slipping away again.
Frozen, staring at Shiloh in a nightmare that wouldn’t end with the looming certainty of death when he was freed.
The starless night sky overhead and the still beating slowly cooling hearts in his hands. Every time it was his fault, he killed them with his stupidity.
He would end up alone and it would be his own fault. Even in dreams no amount of love could negate the fact that he was a ******** up and his nightmares time and time again reminded him so.
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Taking Zar instead
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Baneful CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Zar LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: [x] RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:You are no longer part of this family.
His father loomed over him, the tentacles that were not presently twisted around his throat curling and posturing behind the tall shadowy figure. Mantis-like wings splayed as he tightened his grip and Zar started to fade in and out of consciousness. The pain didn’t matter, it was the words. Rejected, unwanted.
And you are the worst demon I have ever met.
And he was, as he was thrown, as he cracked against the wall with a rattle of horns and hooves, he knew that his father was right. His entire life had been a disaster, one mistake after another. Shadows broke away from the outline of his father and reformed into the silhouettes of Calder and Barth. He overheard them talking about him. Pest. Worthless. Nothing more than a servant. Barging in. Being a bother.
And he wilted before them.
Failure was his nightmare. A failure. And he found himself digging his long lethal claws into his own flesh, there was no pain. And he peeled it back from the bones, piece by piece, slowly removing himself from existence, slowly disassembling everything that he was, removing himself from the sight of those to whom he was a bother. And the shadows looked on and goaded him. Nuru, Barth, Calder, his parents, everyone laughed as once again he did the most embarrassing thing. But he didn’t care, it was embarrassing but he was in control.
And as he got through the black flesh, the jet black blood, down to the bones that were predictably, also black, he noticed they were starting to fade away, going grey and wispy, diffusing, becoming no one, becoming less than no one, sinking into the fog, letting go.
Failure was resignation, resignation was failure.
Failure was what he was good at. He unclenched his claws and let his face, the last of his identity drop to the ground.
Just a bother.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:07 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Bloodlust Dante CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Damien LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Jaaang RED OR WHITE? I choose White! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you. You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever...
"Let us go back to subject number 16068-D" It was that code word that filled the young canine with dread. The familiar thump of footsteps down the hall that once had him skittering from side to side in the dank cell to look for some means of escape. There was a time where he stayed defiant, Jade smoky eyes that stared defiantly back to his captors, his en slavers and torturers that tried to weasel information from him. If it wasn't information it was to leave him incapacitated to run more tests on him and his FEAR, the substance that the creatures in white wanted to know more about.
It was downright acidic, the concept that they were beating him down into submission with his friends and allies. The binding that wrapped around his neck was once more playful and friendly, now was only intent on causing harm and discomfort. The sword that cut him and left wounds that would never heal, the blade that was a cherished ally that was a sharp as the smile of the one whom it once was. They were his captors, his jailers and the bane of his existence.
"We have to run some more tests, for science of course." one of the men in white said.
Damien just could not care anymore. This was what his life was now. Brought to heel and cowled. He sat there quietly and nodded with dull eyes as another day of misery began.
CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Leon LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Jaaang RED OR WHITE? Red! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: - You can sign up first and fill the nightmare solo later. Just a reminder that this solo can and will affect gameplay at the end so if you leave it blank post signups you will get a small bonus handicap!
Prompt: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you. You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever...
Leon has no abs. It was a forgotten name. a forgotten person that did not matter anymore. Noone called out to him in the hallway as he passed. Leon felt dead to the world.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:18 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: nesshime CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Camixi, Sun Hunter LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? WHITE PLS~ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Dark. Cami's nightmares were always dark because she was so terrified of it. There was never a light in the darkness, never a small glow to mark the end of a tunnel, only an endless darkness. In that darkness she could feel things brushing at her. First against her arm, then one of her legs. It started slow but came, faster and faster and faster, until she was in a mob of creatures she couldn't see. All she knew was that they were certainly not human.
But then the light would flash on and everything around her seemed perfectly normal, perfectly human. They laughed at her for being afraid, for the tear stains marking her as a coward on her cheeks. But then, like a power outing during a storm, the light guttered again and she could feel them tearing into her. Not her body but her soul, tearing pieces of her power away until nothing was left but an empty vessel to be filled with monstrosity.
Usually this was when she woke up, screaming to wake the dead (or herself). But tonight the dream went on and on, an endless existence of nothingness. Alone, numb, and in the dark.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:21 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Scott Eros Archer CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Kattarina Fellinis LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:X RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: -
Kat shivers as she wakes in her nightmare. It is dark, however that is not the reason the small ghost cat is afraid.. She feels an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy fill her, as if she knows she will never be as good as her 'elder brother'. As a new student she feels as if she should be able to bring more to the school however she shivers as she hears voices telling her of how pathetic she is. How much of a disappointment she is, especially when compared to Nightengale. She shakes her head in denial, she knows she has to be better, be worth something.. so why is it the darkness of self doubt swelling around her? She has no clue how long she tries to run from the voices. From the accusations and darkness that comes with them. However, she is left gasping for breath as she wakes, her fur on edge. What kind of nightmare was that?
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Scott Eros Archer CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Diana Maximillian Lee LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:X RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: -
Prompt: Diana shivers as she sees the nightmare take shape around her. At first it seems to be just a darker version of her dorm room.. then she starts to notice the differences. The fabrics in the room are old and of poor quality, as well as ripped and patched in places instead of new and clean. The furniture broken and cracked, all the surfaces looking of poor quality and.. used. Then as she tries not to touch this poor imitation of her room she notices that all her clothes have been replaced with what looks to be hand me downs and none of her stuffed animals are anywhere to be seen. It is as if she was raised... poor. She gulps and tries to run from the lack of wealth she was used to. However, her door seems to be stuck. Then as she tries to get out, the poor like atmosphere seems to seep into her own clothes. First her shoes get larger and scuffed, barely holding together as they morph into something looking like it may have been a set of sneakers at one time. Then as she starts shrieking in fright her stockings and dress start to shift as well. However before they can finish she wakes. She looks around her opulent room in relief, it was just a nightmare.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Yayoi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Meixiang LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
It was a warm, summer's eve. This year's festival was being held at her family's compound.
The sound of music filled the air as sweet and savory smells wafted from the many booths. Young Jian Shi screeched as they chased one another through the crowds. Groups of young men testing their mettle at the game booths. Trying to win the eye of that special girl with some stuffed animal.
These were the days Mei cherished. Where they could all be together and just have peace and fun. Of course, she stopped by the dance house where all the dances for later were getting ready. Their outfits and make up were always so beautiful. Her mother would be dancing in the group this year, Mei was still too young to represent their house although she had argued that she knew all the dances and could do them flawlessly. Even still her parent's would not budge of the subject. So she watched from a hole in one of the paper walls.
Soon everyone was gathering in the great hall. Tables piled with food and large cushions for everyone to sit on. Drums began the show. Their rumbling beat filling the hall. Mei could feel her body vibrate along with them as she sat next to her father at the head table.
The music began and the dancers fluttered in to the center of the hall and started their dance. Everyone was in awe a their agility and gracefulness, no one noticed the dark figure that slipped in through the door.
The air vibrated through the hall and everyone fell silent. Confused as to what had just happened. Suddenly screams began to fill the hall. Screams of the young ones, the adults were surprisingly silent. It wasn't until she looked at her father that she realized his own silence. The scroll upon his forehead was on fire, nearly burned away. In a panic Meixiang reached up to put it out but she was too late. As soon as the flame went out her father's body fell away to dust.
The same fate befell all the other elder Jiang Shi, their children besides them screaming and clutching the clothes that their parent's once wore. Nothing more than piles of ash now.
Panic filled her eyes as she turned to the dance floor. Eyes locking with her mother's own shock filled eyes as the older female's scroll too burned away. A hand out stretched to Mei before her body fell away to dust.
"M....m...moootthhhheeerrrrrr!!" She reached out a hand only to watch her mother fall away to dust. The young ghoul sat there, mouth and eyes wide. Speechless. Catatonic,
She couldn't move, couldn't think. What? Who....? Darkness overwhelmed her as she fainted back onto the cushion.
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Yayoi CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Falair Saab LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
A hot desert wind whipped sand against her dark skinned face as she stood upon the crest of a sand dune. The sun high in the sky warmed her skin.
It was familiar.
It was safe.
The cries of birds in the distance turned her head, squinting into the bright horizon, Falair pulled the brim of her hat down to shade her eyes even more. A dark mass moved quickly in her direction. Flapping wings and loud cries filled her ears.
And in an instant they were upon her. A swirling mass of feathers, beaks and claws. The noise it made was deafening. Overwhelming. Clasping her ears with her hands she tried to drown out the noise as she was forced to her knees in the sand.
They began to peck and claw at her exposed skin. Like vultures upon a dead carcass. But she was not dead! Falair swatted at them the best she could but all that got her were pieces of flesh ripped from her already bony arms and hands. She could feel her hair being ripped and tugged at. Her clothes tearing away.
The sand beneath her began to move. Turning to quick sand. The more she struggled against the birds the further she was being sucked down into a dark abyss. There was no win situation here. If she stopped fighting the birds she would merely be a meal served up to them on a silver platter.
And so she fought. And sank. Deeper and deeper. Falair knew she was stuck now. There was no escape. Reaching out an arm to grasp as something. Anything. Her reach was only met with a fist full of feathers.
Down the sand pulled her. It's crushing weight against her thin body. The last thing she saw was the sky through a flurry of birds. The flock had thinned now as she took a last breath and finally slipped beneath the sand.
At least she wouldn't be a pile of sun bleached bones upon the dunes. There was some comfort in that.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:19 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kanth CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Radley LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Right mrow RED OR WHITE? Either or! ♥ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Invisible hands clawed at her, pulling at her skin and making her feel as if the skin was going to come right off of her. She tried to scream but all that escaped was silence, her eyes wide with terror. She tried to pull away, but every time she did she felt more claws searching for her, threatening to take away her very soul. Threatening to frighten her, to make her heart stop in fear.
Just like her parents.
Radley didn't know how long she would last, but it felt like an eternity, and she was unable to break away. How long? Her soul was lost. She wouldn't be able to last...
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kanth CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Marosa LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Over mrow RED OR WHITE? White pleeease ♥ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Everyone had left him. Not of their own choice... but by his hand, and his hand alone.
He'd killed them all. Over time, he'd watched them waste away into nothing, watched them pine away for his company while he hid in the shadows. Something was holding him back, but he was unable to break away, unable to move.
Unable to do anything but watch them die.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: baby_gwing CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Yvette LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
"You should know better than anyone as to why he's like that." Though their paths had never crossed in her entire existence, somewhere deep down Yvette knew who the female figure who now sat opposite to her was. Her mother. She brought the cup of tea she had rested on her lap down onto the table between the both of them. "Why then did Jack allow you the right to exist whereas I was dissipated as a result of you?"
Yvette blinked. "That's not right..." The words of protest were about to spill from her quivering lips when the older female figure stood up and viciously threw the contents of her cup at her face to silence her. "That's not what you were told by everyone including him, isn't it?" She let the cup drop and shatter on the ground then slowly circled the table towards her.
"That's because they don't want you to know the truth. That you were unwanted. Despised. A damned abomination who shouldn't have existed in the first place. Hywel hated you. The very fact that you are a splitting image of me brings him the greatest misery every time he lays his eyes on you and is reminded of the day when my life was taken so that you could exist in my place." Yvette quickly got up from her seat and started to retreat from the approaching figure. No. It couldn't be. The Hunters were to be blamed for her mother's absence. Hywel had always loved her as his own and he could never wish ill upon her.
She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and jumped to the side, whirling around to find Hywel standing before her. "... Hywel." He shook his head, a disapproving look on his face. "I see that you still refuse to acknowledge me as your father till this day Yvette. That's alright. I have no need for a daughter who adamantly refuses my presence in her life..." She suddenly found herself unable to move, her eyes going wide as she watched her father approach with a dagger while her mother observed silently from the side.
"... what is this? What are you going to do..?"
This all couldn't be happening. She kept telling herself over and over in her mind even as she struggled to be freed of her invisible bonds. "I'm doing what I should have done from the start. Correct the mistake that took your mother, my love away from me..." He gave her a sickeningly sweet smile, lifted the dagger then went on to plunge it over and over into her heart as she screamed out in anguish.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: baby_gwing CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Yves LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
The battle against the Insanity Titans was a long and drawn out one. The island that once belonged to the Death clan was the last to be reclaimed and Yves wasted no time in heading out to scout the once familiar landscape the moment that word was sent out that victory was theirs. Spotting the misshapen tree that had withstood the test of time and clashes that his brethren had had on this land with the Insanity abominations, he let himself drop to the ground, his gaze cast far and wide as he looked for the home that belonged to the one mare he treasured about as much as, if not more than, his own mother and sister.
It should be just about here. He had paid her countless visits prior that he could probably find his way here even while blindfolded. He smiled wryly to himself. The war with the Insanity Titans might be over but there were still the Hunters to deal with. Wretched humans whom he had sworn to himself would pay with their flesh and blood the treachery that was committed against their kind. The Four Clans would be restored to their former glory once again. He frowned when he came across what appeared to be the remains of an abode, pressing on nonetheless with the intent of confirming if this was where Kasja once resided or a false lead entirely.
He stopped when he saw the robed figure before him, his heart almost coming to a complete stop in his chest when the feminine figure turned to reveal herself to be none other than the mare whom he had been searching for. "Kasja... how did you..." It was almost as if time had stopped. There were a million questions going through his mind at the same time ranging from how and when did she get here to where and how she had been on her own all this while. Did it all matter now that he had found her though? He supposed not.
She crossed over with a smile on her face, obviously glad to see him as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Looking around for a bit, he awkwardly returned the gesture in a similar manner and willed himself to breathe easy in her presence. "Where were you all this while? I thought that you were...""Dead?" She pulled back slightly to finish his question for him before shaking her head a few times. "Really now Yves... I'm no longer a young mare who isn't able to fend for herself. I've been here all this while waiting for you in fact."
He felt his blood turn cold at her words. "Here? But how did you... with the number of Insanity Titans that we fought to even step foot on this island?" Something was terribly wrong about this - he couldn't quite put a finger on it yet but things were somehow not quite adding up. She smiled coyly, pressing herself up close to him as she gave him a wink. "That's easy. Once they do not see you as a threat, you'll find that they're actually pretty nice to get along with. After all, I had to do what I must so that we can be reunited like this some day."
His eyes went wide then, alarm bells already ringing in his head. Before he could respond or do anything however, he felt something stabbed into his chest and lowered his gaze to find her falcata embedded in it. He pushed at her feebly and staggered backwards a few steps, shock written all over his face as he felt his strength leave him and coughed up crimson. Did this mean that they were all mistaken? That there were actually those walking amongst them who were like her afflicted and hence aligned with Insanity?
He sank to his feet, his hand moving to grasp the scabbard though he found that he no longer even had the ability to even remove it from himself. "Sleep now Yves. When you wake, you'll feel so much better and stronger and we can then make up for all the lost time when we were both apart from each other..." He heard her speak in a sing song tone of voice, her hands threading gently through his hair as he felt his vision darken and then he knew no more...
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:28 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Kaineferu CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Aureole Ettore LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:X RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: For all that she puts up in her front to others, nightmares were frequent for her. Even more so when she was a child.
Dreams of a battle. A fight. Torrents of blood and the faces of old haunted her from the past that she had spent the little time that she had with her parents. Back when she had both. But just because she was young didn't mean she couldn't remember the woman's face. Such a soft face with a defiant streak that was so visible in her own daughter.
But no. This face... This face was contorted into something Aureole wasn't used to seeing. A woman that had a shadow hide her face. A shadow that clouded her vision to see all as an enemy. A Peryton can often have the same problem as a bull when in the heat of the battle. But this... Who ever this was was not her mother. The features changed and she saw... No. No. No... This was not her.
"... You are not me." The white glint of a grin as her answer.
This was no place for Aureole. With a mother that could possibly not even recognize her own child. The young Peryton ran. Running past the many horrifying images of this world. Past blooded battle corpses, past fighting shadows, past all she could to get somewhere safe. She wondered where her father had gone? How could she be who was chasing herself? Could she lose herself like this?
The sickening slick sound of blade-hitting-wings was heard behind her but the pain... It was numb. Dull. With a whip of her head, she saw a taller woman arched over her with a more gentle demeanor. Protective yet loving.
The sound came again as she felt liquid in her hands before looking to see the woman protecting her had a large blade sticking from her torso. The dark liquid stained her clothes and hands as she tried to catch her. Tears came and smeared the blood droplets on her face as she cried, holding this woman that saved her from herself.
Hugging her felt like it was something... Different. Like it shouldn't have happened this way. That it should be reversed but Aureole couldn't place why. All she knew was that this beautiful, strong caring woman had protected her from the her that lost control but ended up causing more pain in doing so.
What a cruel thing for her to do.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: sable eye cerena CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Tansy LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Her journal is here RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Tansy had certainly been told when she was younger that the trick to any cohesive, polished look was to look into the mirror before going out and removing a singular item. She'd also been told (perhaps by the same person -- her older sister, the best traveler of her whole clan, knew all sorts of tricks) that the best way to recognize a dream was to try and look in a mirror: in a dream, one's reflection wouldn't be quite right.
Somehow, both of these two facts contributed to the creation of one of Tansy's recurring nightmares. She would be standing in front of a mirror, dressed in her best outfit of plush velvets, with every single accessory she owned on: her holly hair clips, the many caplet-like skirts she wore over her tail, all the bells she owned, ribbons in every color. And every time she squinted at the mirror and reached up to pull an accessory off, it would dig into her tightly, as if it had teeth; and if she successfully pried it away, it would scream and cry in the tiny voice of a child, asking her, mother, why don't you love me?
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: sable eye cerena CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lorelei Airi Metunias LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Quest thread RED OR WHITE? Either is fine, but I'll say white NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: It's not fair to people who really have it for her to claim that she's claustrophobic, Lorelei thinks. After all, being enclosed on all sides by four solid walls only starts to make her queasy after a couple of hours, and there's all sorts of reasons why that could be. Dust, mites, lead-ridden paint, sub-par light quality, allergies, gluten, bad feng shui -- she reads the news. In any case, she never pursued it beyond making it a habit to go outside for walks several times a day, and always insisting the window seat in a car.
But the reason that word persists -- claustrophobia -- is the same reason some of those anxious, sweaty walks are at night. Her ankle's aching, but it's her arm she clutches then, right above her elbow. She dreams that she's pinned down, pressed in on all sides by rock, choking on the dust of some avalanche that hasn't yet settled. The only thing preventing her from simply being able to get up and walk away is that her arm has somehow become pinched into a crevice. In her dream, she screams and screams and screams -- for her mother, for her half-brother, for her father a continent away, for people who aren't her friends anymore, for someone, anyone...
The moment she wakes up is the moment she thinks, with some finality, No one's coming to save me, so I'd have to. I'll have to cut it off. I'll have to find some shard of rock and cut into...
Even a walk at night, with all the fresh air and lack of dust, mites, and gluten, does little to shake the finality of her plans to self-amputate. It was only in a dream, she thinks, remembering the small, dark cramped space she was in, but it doesn't feel like it. And that scares her more than anything.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:50 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Chibi_Kokoro143 CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Hecate LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Link RED OR WHITE? I prefer Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Hecate's eyes shot open as the heart in her chest threaten to burst through.
She clutched her shirt and looked around her. Breathing shallow she looked from side to side, nothing but darkness. "Brother...?"
Then from behind her she heard a familiar sound. She spun and what she saw made her breath a sigh of relief, a breath she didn't realized that she was holding before.
"Brother Cain," she said as she took a step towards him. But as Cain turned around, malice filled his eyes his scythe manifested in his hands and then the last thing Hecate remembered feeling, was her body cut in two and the agony of pain and suffering from the betrayal of the only person she could ever fully trusted.
She screamed, as she was engulfed in darkness once again.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Prolixity CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Chaya LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? red, but can swap NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Pain in their wrist, in their foreleg, searing and sharp, blunt and crushing all at once. They look down, and are unsurprised to find a trap. Its rusty metal jaws have closed over their paw, biting deep and holding, and they yank and pull and succeed only in making the pain sear up to their shoulder, white-hot in the marrow of their bones.
They should be able to fade to a wisp of mist and slip out of its grasp, but they try and try and cannot.
After a time, they lie down, staring into the tangled brush in exhausted, resigned agony. Sooner or later someone will come for them. Someone will come for them, and it will not be to set them free.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:20 pm
Johan
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Zee Oddwyn CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Johan Klarstein LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:His Tower RED OR WHITE? White preferred, but I'm okay with either! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Johan struggled to move, praying, begging that something would wake him as the nightmare began.
Whispers skittered just on the edge of hearing. An abyss yawned at Johan's feet. Around him, the walls crawled as they were slowly sucked down into an absolute Darkness. Johan knelt down at the edge, flakes of stone crumbling and plummeting into the abyss at his touch. He couldn't hear whoever was whispering. It was very important that he understand.
The whispers withdrew further into the hole. A faint scrap of a snicker drifted to him. There would be no hovering on the edge, it seemed to taunt. All in, or all out. Frowning, Johan leaned further over the edge, one hand clinging to the stone. He reached out with the other, and watched as the tips of his fingers disappeared into Blackness. As he recoiled, the stone gave way beneath his weight. Raucous laughter burst out at him from the depths as he fell into Darkness.
Falling, he struggled to move, to wake himself before the nightmare began again.
Whispers skittered on the edge of his hearing. An abyss yawned at Johan's feet. He had to understand...
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Canon
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Zee Oddwyn CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Canon Indy LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Her grotto RED OR WHITE? Red! NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Canon held herself perfectly, absolutely, incredibly still. The seat of the chair was hard. The tiles on the floor were white. The walls and ceiling were white. On the wall directly in front of her was a clock. The hands on the clock moved very, very, very slowly. If she didn't watch them, they would move backwards. When the hands were just so, then she could turn around and investigate all the amazing, interesting things just behind her. But if she so much as twitched before then, all the things would disappear, and there would just be white tiles, white walls, and white ceiling. Canon held very still, and Canon waited. I HEREBY AGREE BY ENTERING THAT I AM SIGNING MY CHARACTER UP FOR POTENTIAL SUFFERING (wow shock and surprise)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:32 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Roxy_roxanna2 CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Sin Err LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[X] RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Today is the first night you dream, but it is only of nightmares. Your greatest fears and hesitations rise up to meet you, memories or ones not yet fulfilled, anxieties grip and tear into you.
You dream a terrible dream one that seems to last forever.
She looked down, the eye on her bracelet blinked; she looked past it from where she stood on a balcony. Entering the intricate doors were hooded figures, white coats swirled out behind them and her grip on the balcony railing tightened. She couldn’t move an inch for the fear that coursed through her. She wore a beautiful starched ebony collar that obstructed her vision left and right, her corset was tied tight almost too tight. Her skirts were full and heavily beaded with onyx, but they were heavy, too heavy for her to flee. Her feet and legs were encased in sturdy leather beautifully embossed and gleaming black with heels that made her escape impossible. She was beautiful, beautifully trapped.
The hunters started to move in knocking over statues that had stood proudly in the Err Mansion for centuries. A scythe flashed across priceless paintings destroying them in the blink of an eye as she stood still. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but she couldn’t even lift her gloved fingers from the rail. Her eyes moved from the hunters to their weapons and her skin seemed to tighten. Each one was a recognizable friend or family member; each weapon was someone she’d failed.
As her eyes tripped over each familiar weapon and the hunter that wielded it she found the strength to twist her torso to face the stairs. The hunter that climbed them held a sword in his hand, not just any sword…Rosc. All at once the horrific memory of her husband being weaponized flashed through her and her vision tunneled on the weapon. It was as handsome a blade as he’d been an incubus, the steel etched feathering on the hilt and ruby drops that cruelly mimicked bloodstains caught her eye. This was it then her punishment for leaving the love of her life to this fate, for being a coward, for always running and saving her own skin, she’d finally know the dissipation she’d left others to suffer.
The hood shadowed the hunters face but soon he was up close the sword held at her throat, she waited for the blade to strike for the bite of pain and the end. Instead she felt her arms grabbed and cuffed, she opened her eyes to see him grin.
“This isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning.”
She heard herself scream then, a scream that was wrenched from her as her body was forced into permanent immobility, as she felt herself being taken to be weaponized.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:37 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Nothing Yet CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Mimsy LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:♥ RED OR WHITE? red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
--had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself--
Her eyes were open and there was something in her hands.
--falling down--
It was warm, cooling rapidly around her fingertips. It was not moving. It was a human heart. It belonged to the body next to her. It would fit in the hole in his chest if she tried to return it. It was only these things, because they were facts and not feelings, of which she had none.
(Also factual. Now she knew.)
Now she knew she had none, and now she knew she had nothing, and now she knew she had no one to love her again.
--down--
Her eyes were open and encased in stone.
He would take her home, like the whispers said. He would love someone who looked like her and wore her name. He wouldn't know that she was ruining her and her name and doing all of this wrong.
Nobody would. Just her. She could watch and never speak, and this was worse than any hell she'd ever been damned to.
--down--
Her eyes were open and focused only on a man who did not know her name.
They were so proud of her once, back at her home in the treetops, where she held more promise than anyone they had ever raised. They said she could fly to the stars if she wanted to, and she knew that wasn't possible, but they way they said it made her believe it. They didn't matter now. They spoke in words incomparable to the sound of his songs.
And his songs were so beautiful.
She (did not want to be here, not here, anywhere but here, please not)--
--down--
Her eyes were open and the sun was bright in the desert.
This was where she would die again. This was where she would experience her first closed timelike curve. This was where she would know that nobody listened to her. This was where she would meet Death.
He was clever to know how to give her hope, and wise to take it away.
--down--
Her eyes were open and she stared at a tea party.
Even though she was certain that she had just been eaten by a painting. Even when the hostess spoke to her in words that drenched her in dread. Even after she was presented with the crown she always deserved.
--down--
Her eyes were open only for the Goddess.
But he really looked just so impressive. But she had to work hard to please the Goddess, to be what she wanted. But it felt so familiar when she was near h--
--down--
Her eyes were open onto a new millennium.
A new promise. A new hope. A new achievement. A new feeling.
(We could stay. We could live here, where it all was the way it was supposed to be. Please, I think that this could work for)--
--down--
Her eyes were open and she did not recognize this place.
Or didn't w--
--down--
Her eyes were open--
--down, down down.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:41 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: endejester CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Pachua LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: RED OR WHITE? Umm White? NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: He was chained from the ceiling of the great pyramid, he could see the sun setting over the lush greenery of his home, lengthening the shadow of the long stone serpent that, in the slowly setting sun seemed to sway and slide downward lazily. His arms burned over his shoulders, aching with the draw of his own weight that he was too tired to lift for more than a few moments of relief.
He wanted desperately to change, to remove these extra ‘limbs’ but he could only return to his serpentine form up to the waist, a winged and feathered Naga and still bound with no hope of release.
He stretched his wings out desperately flapping to lift himself but the angle was wrong, lift was near impossible and he was too young to have the strength to do what the elders could, couldn’t leap into the air and fly away even he, he hadn’t been chained…. Even if they….
Even if they hadn’t been plucking his feathers one at a time, yanking each feather out one bloody quill at a time. If that weren’t the worst of it… they were burning each bleeding point after the pluck, redoubled agony for each feather torn away, and the laughter that seemed to run him through because they sought to make sure that his feathers would NEVER return, that he’d be a belly crawler and nothing more.
He knew with the certainty of dreams that he would never fly again, and that death would be a blessing lest he bring shame to his family.
That was when he saw one of them pick up the scaling knife.
Before his screams had been of pain, distress and that sick knowledge that they were crippling him…
Now, they were simple wordless terror.
The torture would not end with his wings… they’d strip him of everything he was, and then, they would strip him of everything that remained.
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