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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 12:31 am
 Name of Nightmare: ??
Fear: Hell-hounds
Home: Bestia
NM's Personality: Teasing, Manipulative, Calm in the face of violence less Challenged then he enjoys it.
Name of Human: Rosemarie Taylor
Human's History: Rosemarie Taylor was born to a Roman Catholic family as you can understand Religion was pretty much force fed to this child. Upon her twelfth year she was sent to a nunnery to live out her life for god. This was not Rosemarie's choice a child full of questions and curiosities that push even her own parents confidence in what they believed. In a way this was there punishment to her for her doubt in god.
Rosemarie became a trouble child at first but after a few paddling and speak of the fire dogs of hell devouring her she calmed down. As she grew she became more adapted to the simple life of a nun. Though each day she looked upon her days of pray and cleaning as nothing more then to waste the time till she dies. Through all this though they had managed to make her religion solid and unquestioned, but for how long would this last for in the back of her mind doubt still wandered.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 4:03 am
The day had been odd was all Rosemarie could do to describe the day. Chills down her spine and the feeling that she was being watched constantly was her feelings. To make matters worse the weather added to these feelings the thunder rolled and the lighting struck the leaky roof of her humble room made it near impossible to sleep on her hard bed that was now wet as well. Sitting up in her bed she sighed she she tip toed towards the door to her room. She wasn't suppose to leave her room at this hour but she new the worshiping halls of the main church where dry and warm as the stone building could be.
She tip toed down the hall and into the main worship area she sat in one or the pews and laid back.
"Will anything ever go right for me?If there is a god then why is it even though I've given my life to him I must sleep on a hard bed where the roof leaks.I hate my life."
Rosemarie curled around herself on the the thin pew and began to listen to the rain and thunder. A few minutes passed by as Rosemarie began to drift to sleep but suddenly a odd sound graced her ears.
Its started as a slight scratching on the main doors of the hall. Rosemarie peeked over the pew slightly as watched the door wiggle slightly.
"What in god's name?"
Rosemarie whispered in a panicked voice till to her horror what had been scratching turned to banging. Rosemarie sunk into the pew to scared to move as the sound grew louder and louder. Suddenly the door burst open the sound of the storm outside growing louder. A slight growl teased the room as foot steps began to to ring with the clip of claws on the stone floor.
Rosemarie closed her eyes and began to prey like she never had before the hell-hounds have come from me he brain washed mind thought as she steps drew closer and closer. She opened her eyes as dog's muzzle peaked slightly around the pew. She wanted to scream but the power too had vanished from her. Suddenly a light cast upon the room and the growling spotted a Monk entered the room looking quite upset.
"How could you let a dog into the holy house of god!" He bellowed at Rosemarie before shoeing the now harmless acting stray dog out the door and slamming the door shut.
"There will be extra chores for you tomorrow Rosemarie, now back to your quarters."
With a confused look Rosemarie stood and left for her room though tonight she did not rest well and it was not due to the rain leaking through her roof.
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