Sweat running over her body, vivd images filling her head and the screams, the pain, they filled her body in the most realistic way possible. Her body was feeling the actions of her dream.
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Fire was blazing, everything around her was ice fire, all flaming though none burning. There she was in the middle of the circle of fire. No way out. Everything around her was burning yet no heat was emitted.
Every now and then a hungry beast would appear in the flames and pounce at her, they scratched and clawed at her though passed straight through her body. How was this possible? The last beast to have passed through had been a panther and had given her the worst claw marks yet.
what she wore was pratically nothing, a small cloth around her waste and several whips covering the top of her body. What she was suppose to do with these whips though it wasn't clear, the beasts passed through objects but yet clawed her and the fire, it didn't hurt. It meant something worse was coming.
The sounds of snarling, hissing, more and more. There wasn't just one beast now. Each noise had its individual ring to it, its own identity. Its own body.
The first one walked through the fire, It had the body of a panther, the head of a human, the second followed then the third, fourth, fifth. There were thirteen beasts, all different animals with the head of a human, each spoke as a human and acted like the vicious animal they were part of.
The circled the girl in the middle each one looking at her, drooling, hunger seemed to take them over. They looked at each other, silently counted to three and pounced.
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Her eyes flung open as they had pounced at her. It had been a dream but yet the pain, the images were still very vivid. Each one seemed to what to take over her, through her back into the oblivion she had just emerged from.
