YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Zyphiris CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Edelweiss LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:dorm~ RED OR WHITE? Red! But in the event that the sides are uneven, you may switch her to white~ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: - You can sign up first and fill the nightmare solo later.
Her worst fears were never really about herself.
She could see the wreckage from afar as she tugged on the reins, beckoning the sleigh to go faster.
Why were they here.... This was supposed to be safe.
The castle had been set ablaze with a strange blue fire. The walls were caved in. No one was around.
She ran through the hallways, searching desperately for someone, anyone. Please be safe.
A pained cry pierced through the air. She knew who it belonged to. Fear and rage came over her as she raced towards where it came.
But they were gone. Taken. She knew all too well the fate that awaited.
A flash of a white and gold coat. Every icy projectile she could muster were sent raining in that direction. Every fibre of her being hungered for revenge. She'd hunt them down, every single one of them, right till the end.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:21 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: LividPeas CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Katherine Taylor LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red? If white needs more, feel free to change. NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Unable to wake from the dream, she tossed and turned in her sleep, as she suffered through her worst nightmare.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, as the announcement of coffee had been banned world ********, this would be a real nightmare okay. Don't judge.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 10:03 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Reeshie Hack CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rosciel LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:X RED OR WHITE? White, please NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: Pop. Snap. The sound of fire steadily eating away at the wood behind the grate was all that seemed to fill the study. Warmth, the smell of the fire mixing with the far more subtle scent of the cakes sitting within less than a foot of his fingers, it all brought life to a room he never thought would have it. This home, his mother’s home, had been empty for so long, filled with nothing but harsh, painful memories. Well, it was his home now, had been for longer than he wished, but Rosciel hadn’t been ready to take it. Perhaps, in a way, he still wasn’t. Sitting back in his desk chair, he slipped his dark glasses from his face, setting them on the desk with a soft clack, and pressed two fingers to the space between his eyebrows.
Arms came around him from behind and in an instant he tensed. Perfume hit his nose, sending him back into a half-relaxed state. "You know better than to do that, my swan," he said with a sigh, capturing one of Sin's hands and bringing it up to kiss the palm.
"Look at him, little succubus." The sudden hiss sent a chill down his spine, freezing him in place. Across the room... No, no, it couldn't be, she was dead! Eyes he knew to glow with golden hatred, ears that were pointed far more than his jutting out from a mane of dark gold curls. His father's sister smiled in a cruel, pitying fashion. "Behold the abomination, spawned from scandal, weaned on disgrace. Do you see, little one? I tried so hard to fix him. All I needed to do was purge the halfling filth." He wasn't a halfling, he was his mother's son! His father gave him his visage, but he was an incubus, there was no mixing, no taint. "But how I was wrong. Now look at him. Like a sparrow with a broken wing, weak, useless. Better to end the suffering."
That made Rosc snap to attention and he moved to surge to his feet. But arms kept him anchored to the chair. He struggled but somehow she was stronger, one hand wrapped around his neck. In a way it resembled a lover's caress and yet the claws that started to dig into his flesh reminded him that this touch was anything but loving. His aunt just smiled as he felt his FEAR start to drain from him.
The worse part about it was, just like when he had been just a scareling, he couldn't fight back. For all his growing power, he couldn't defend himself. Not against Sin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 10:19 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Melodine Cantus CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Erebus LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:boop RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
He was greeted with an endless room of searing white.
It wasn't quite appropriate to call it a room either. It didn't seem to have corners, no four walls, surrounding him. Just blank, bright white all around him, as if he was just a drawing on an empty canvas. But he certainly wasn't floating; his feet was planted surely on a flat surface. "Hello?" He called out, taking a step forward. "Is anyone... here?"
He was greeted with stark silence. As he continued walking forward, Erebus started to feel strange, as if something was not quite right with his body. Like there was something missing, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Hello?"
Why would you want anyone?
He hadn't quite been expecting a reply, especially one that reverberated in his head. It was soft, but in a place so quiet, even the softest voice seemed to stand out. It sounded bored too, and carried what seemed to be a tone of resignation. Erebus couldn't quite place it as a male or female voice either.
"Who... are you?"
Slowly, figures began to trickle into sight; forming from their toes, assembling themselves upwards until they were whole. Shadows, dark figures with no faces, and yet he could tell who they were from their mere silhouette alone.
His family.
You have proven nothing. The voice said. And so, it is here you will stay.
He reached out to them, mouth opening in protest, but they vanished, like they were just smoke blown away by the wind, even if the air remained still around him.
Even as he called out their names, no one answered. The voice did not come back.
He was alone.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Melodine Cantus CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Marzena LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:boop RED OR WHITE? Red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Sand.
There is sand beneath her feet and it is certainly a feeling that she supposes she would be accustomed to. But there is sand everywhere, as far as she can see, and it does not lead into any sign of clear water. The air is dry and still, and the sand sears her skin and she runs forward in a desperation to keep her feet from burning.
There is no water. She cannot hear the sound of waves splashing up on the shore. It is just endless sand and heat and Marzena succumbs, pulling the fur cloak off her shoulders. It doesn't bother her when she discards it on the sand because it is simply something material.
What bothers her is that the sand swallows it up entirely, suctioning it downwards to somewhere below it all.
She runs on.
Over time, she realizes that running is a terrible idea. Sweat is trickling down her brow, and the heat is getting to her.
She finds herself discarding her long-sleeved top. Again, the sand pull it away, and even as she steps forward into it, it doesn't not drag her in. She almost wishes it does, so it can bring her away from this infernal place. Anywhere but here.
This carries on until she is left only clutching her pelt to her chest.
Give it up. Something whispers to her. Give it up and you'll no longer have to suffer.
"No." She gasps out, clenching the spotted fur. "Never."
It's only a matter of time. The voice mocks her as she trudges on, but she does not give in.
She cannot give in.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: OnionGrump CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Tybalt LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Preferably red NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Tybalt's body twitched. His feet kicking back and forth as he slumbered; sprawled on the floor in his natural form. To any other it would look like any dogs dream, seemingly running, or rather chasing after something in his sleep. Well it that was partly true. He was indeed running. Only in his case, it was the opposite direction.
He was darting through the woods, with only the moon to light the path before him. Too dark to see anything, but he could feel it there. Lurking in the dark. Not close enough to actually reach him. Not yet. But not far away enough that it would lose him either. It was strange now that he thought about it. No matter how fast he ran, or how far, it was there, matching his speed as it slowly closed the distance between the two of them. He was tired of it. Tired of it all. Who wouldn't be? After all, it felt like forever ago since he had began this little game of cat and mouse and yet it felt like there was no end in sight.
A loud snarl alerted him to the presence behind him, drawing his attention away from his thoughts. It was a horrible sound. A sound which might have caused a pitious whine out of the black dog. Might have. But it did make him stop and turn; slowly backing away from the yellow of it's--no, their eyes.
Or green, blue--who was checking? All he managed to focus on were those teeth.
White, black, striped calico--all solid and multicolored creatures were grinning at him. Wide cheshire grins as they all seemingly materialized out of the shadows. He didn't have time to question how they managed to pull off that little trick, because shortly after they appeared, they sprung at him. Their horrible yowling and spitting was the only sound to reach his ears before he yelped and practically tripped over his own feet and was, once again, running off deeper into the woods.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 10:58 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Carhop Cavalier CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Uttam LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? Roja~ NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
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They passed by him, laughing and giggling about the newest fads and the little trinkets that whizzed and blinked and flashed. No longer did anyone care for works of sandal wood, bone, and feather. All the books were on their gadgets, too. No parchment, no ink, no leather. No one wanted to garden anymore, opting instead to just buy their vegetables from markets, ignoring the fact that their lettuces and radishes were dismal and paler in color than his.
Not a word was spoken to him, or of him. The once great soldier and scholar, reduced to a hermit that kept company with bovine skulls.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: -_Wish of Tevarae_- CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Amadi Diallo LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: [X] RED OR WHITE? 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.
Normally, Amadi Diallo did not dream. Dreams were something that the young Adze was not entirely aware of, other than in fleeting images and colors, none of which were ever too clear. He was nt used to the sensation of dreaming or following them, so when, upon closing his eyes in the morning, he felt a wash of unfamiliar feelings, the Undead found himself in a moment of pure startlement. As glowing yellow eyes opened to the world around him, he noted subtle changes in the hues. Blues overtoned reds, making violets. Yellows were more sallow, deep like an illness lay over the land. All in all, it wasn't so bad. It was almost beautiful were it not for the fact that...his homeland did not look like this.
Letting his feet brush through soft, dry reeds, he used the sound to attempt to soothe his heart, which for some reason....felt like it might actually be beating. Shaking his head, he moved across the large expanse of field. Why was it so quiet here? This close to a village, and Amadi's own colony/familyof Adze...it shouldn't have been. Where were the animals? Were they asleep? Never mind. The boy began to move faster, running as the yellow seemed to grow brighter and brighter. When he managed to reach the small cave his family had once called home, he found the source of the light, and felt as though he were falling into a deep pit....
Fire.
There was fire everywhere....and he could hear screams. Screams likely from the vessels his parents had posessed...and smell the scent of flesh charring, bone cracking under the sheer heat. For the first time in his life, the boy felt a fear that he didn't quite understand. He'd thought that he'd been able to leave safely...to learn and perfect, and grow. He'd thought his clan would be safe, that his sire's little ones and the female he called his mother would have been alright without him.
How could he have been so foolish...
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: -_Wish of Tevarae_- CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Kala Itar LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL: [X] RED OR WHITE? 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.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 11:50 pm
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: LuckyCat777 CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Rhiannon LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here~ RED OR WHITE? Red if possible, but if not, that's fine too 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...
Her heart was racing with the thrill of the horrible deed. She knew it was wrong, knew that if someone were to see what she had done, it would be all over, but that was part of the fun. She felt the bloodlust sing throughout her very core, adrenaline coursing through her veins... Oh, how she loved the feeling! Her eyes alighted on the body that lie motionless at her boots, its form shrouded in darkness. She couldn't make out the features of who was on the ground, but seeing it there had made her extremely happy.
"Try to make fun of me now! Go ahead!" She snarled. And when she heard no reply, she felt her mouth stretch into a sinister smile. She laughed at her own cleverness. That shy, innocent young ghoul was only a ruse! And they fell for it, one by one...
Then suddenly, the moon broke through the starless night, illuminating the scene before her. Rhiannon could see the pool of blood soaking through her boots, the body of a faceless ghoul on the ground, and her hands dripping with red. Her smile faded as she finally came back to her senses, her horrifying glee turning into crippling dread.
'Where am I? What's happening to me?!' She looked back at her hands, but instead of fingers, they had become twisted black claws. Her knees hit the hard floor of the room as her legs buckled, the blood permanently staining the edges of her skirt as it flared around her. The salt of tears stung her eyes as the realization hit her: she was the one who did this. And she liked it...
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: lizbot CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: AMERICA JONES LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? WTB > white pl0x NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
There is a silence within you, a body that remains cold and still though your thoughts race to seek out the familiar rhythms. You are naked and alone, but there is one who watches as the symbol carves itself into your chest. It should hurt, you should be writhing and fighting, but your body is still and you can only watch along with the wordless observer as the symbol grows and warps across your skin. Red ravines stretch and twist, pulling skin tight until your breasts are flattened and then they are gone. Your womanhood is gone. Every scar and mark of life is gone.
Washed out flesh twists over your fingers, your throat, your mouth, your nose. Your senses are gone, one by one. And finally it takes your eyes. The world you knew is gone, the life you loved is gone. There is only skin: pale, cut, and bleeding.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:26 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Blade Kuroda CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Shun Kuroda LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? RED NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: It was oddly quiet in this dark room. Shun wasn't one to dislike the silence but there was something a little unsettling here. He wasn't certain how long he had been here, so perhaps that was a part of it. There should be others here.
He realized his daggers had been summoned. Glancing down, he could see blood covering the blades as well as his hands.
Memory was slowly coming back to him. Snippets of it. There had been quite a battle. Details were hard to come by, but a struggle had occurred here for certain. He dismissed his blades and brought a hand up to his head. Closing his good eye, he went on and turned around while he was trying to piece together what had happened. When he opened his eye, he noticed three forms before him. Three humanoid bodies lying on the ground, bloodied. Each wearing a white coat.
Hunters.
He tensed for just a moment, but quickly realized the condition the three humans were in. They were all wounded horribly. He was hardly an expert on the limitations of humans but he wouldn't be surprised if these ended up dying soon. It didn't take him long to notice their weapons laying on the ground nearby. A shield, shaped in a stylized wolf's head. An elegant rapier with a pink flower of sorts attached to the hilt. A spear with raven feather decor. Shun's eye widened as he quickly realized what... no who these all were.
Dread and disbelief filled his heart as it all dawned upon him. Barely another second went by before the weapons began to vanish one by one, becoming replaced with stone tablets in their stead. The reaper dropped down to his knees, feeling strength leaving him.
"You can join them."
A voice broke through the silence from somewhere behind. He didn't turn around, but he could see a shadow looming over him. Their weapon raised up high. Shun closed his eye just as he saw it coming down towards him.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: iStoleYurVamps CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Solia Delacroix LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
She watched herself, sitting alone in the dark, she watched herself though a one way mirror, like one would watch a prisoner. So she watched herself, a prisoner of her own fantasy. Of a false love in youth. Of a family that abandoned her. She watched her life in the blink of an eye, yet each nanosecond so vivid that it grabbed her mind and held tight, refusing to let go.
Arms wrapped around her, fingers around her neck as water started to rise around her, yet she remained bolted to her chair, unable to move. His song was gentle, his hands were not. Israfel sang and sang and sang of peace and happiness and hope and love and didn't understand that it wasn't like that, nothing was like that why didn't he see? Why was he choking her, why wouldn't he let her say anything? The water rose higher and higher, in ran into her lungs, choking her further yet Israfel wouldn't let her die.
He kept singing, even after she stopped being able to see his face, smiling down at her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:41 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Baneful CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Lawrence LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:[x] RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: What came closest to a nightmare for Lawrence was nothing. That is to say nothingness, a hollow and void emptiness dragged out into forever. He dreamed of it and looking into it was worse than the darkness behind his useless eyes, it was the yawning blackness of death, of the slow cessation of everything that had even been or ever would be. And he was alone. Hopelessly and entirely alone.
And though he did not get lonely in the sense other people might have - he felt no draw for the touch of another, no emotional bond - this was far from that superficial desire, on the other end of the scale entirely. It was everything that he was, what meagre scraping of light and life diffused out to fill the void where life had been. It was a prison of solitude where he was the impotent god of nothing at all. In his nightmare the nothing-stuff, the very void spaces between matter were his kingdom and only partners.
He would never understand and would never learn anything. There was no music in this place because music in itself was motion. Even the thrumming stars and dying planets scaled their music into the living universe. But in the void there was silence. In him there was silence.
And yet it was not a nightmare in the sense other people might experience them, there was no fear, no anguish or anxiety. All there was was the resignation of one who remained ignorant as to why his dream stirred discomfort in him, oblivious that it was a mere parody of the nightmare he lived each and every day behind the impermeable emotion proof walls of his own skull.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:58 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Lucyal CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Molly Finn LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? White NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
It didn't matter what she did, it didn't change anything. It didn't matter how hard she tried, or how positive her attitude was. She still let down those she cared about. If it didn't matter how much she tried, then why should she try at all?
This was her greatest hesitation, her greatest fear, and her greatest nightmare, and it griped her heart.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:18 am
YOUR GAIA USERNAME: Prolixity CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Noah LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:here RED OR WHITE? white, but can swap NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT: The door swings shut just as he rounds the corner of the house, and Noah breaks into a jog, swallowing down apprehension. He rattles the knob, pulls on the door. It's locked.
He needs to get inside. Something is following him and he needs to get inside. The garage door is closed. He tries the door on the side of the garage. The knob turns, the door starts to swing in, and then something pushes on the other side, and no matter how hard he pushes he can't keep if from closing. The lock snaps closed, and Noah swallows hard. He has to get inside. Something is following him.
He runs now. The back door is locked. The side door is locked. The curtains are closed on all the widows and he can't pull the frames open. Maybe on the second floor. He grabs at the trellis on the wall in the garden, starts to climb, and the wood snaps under his feet, dumping him back to the ground.
He has to get inside. Something is following him. He runs.
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YOUR GAIA USERNAME: naggeela CHARACTER YOU ARE ENTERING WITH: Scies Tallach LINK TO THEIR QUEST OR JOURNAL:Here RED OR WHITE? Red, please. NIGHTMARE SOLO PROMPT:
Walking down a very long hallway lined with doors, Scies frowned at these doors as this nightmare had been plaguing her for a while now. Touching one of the doors as her had wandered to the door handle to find that it was locked. Sighing as any door she tried to open up never did. Which frustrated Scies to no end! She wanted to know what was on the other side as she had a small feeling that it was something important on the other side something that had been forgotten. Yet so close but so very far away.
"Why won't you open up you stupid doors!! I so want to remember what I have forgotten," Scies yells at yet another door at her frustrations of having no memory of her past. Yelling, punching, scratching, bashing, setting on fire and tail bashing that none of the doors gave way to force. "Give me what is mine!"
A voice softly starts to laugh as the dragon yells at the voice to stop it, but it only gets louder and everywhere. Scies does more screaming at the voice as she starts to run down the hallway as fast as she can as the voice keeps on laughing and giving her the feelings that she will always keep on forget as it would only be a matter of time when she did so again. Running to escape the laughing voice since she didn't want to keep on forgetting what could possibly be important to her.
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