It's dark, no longer a safe place, this is merely a nightmare, and one that will be forgotten upon waking. Llune wanders through nightmares occasionally, and has learned to block these experiences out during her waking hours. Flavored with fear and tweaked with adrenaline, Llune rushes, moving inordinately fast, breaking physical and universal laws, as she rushes. Her hair is brittle, and her limbs feel stretched and exhausted and weak. Llune's legs pump in frenzied running through this darkness that exists on every side. There is no direction, only the drive of something fiercely akin to panic, and Llune dashes onward, along a directionless route, and it's completely unclear if she's running to safety, or from danger. It feels the same either way.
RP Guild - Elfquest : Shattered Moons
