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[krisofvaldemar]

Kris is outside, walking along a track that leads deeper into the woods. He keeps an eye out for any wildlife, though he expects most would be hibernating or denned for the winter. He'd heard wolves' howling at least the once since he arrived at Milliways. A pair of daggers wouldn't be much help there,and neither would his particular mind-magic

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[milkbonesoldier]

Around here, daylight's generally at least a bit of help. Although some are good either way.

Kris probably hears the crunching of boots on fallen leaves and branches before Wells turns up. The other man's not making any special effort to stay quiet.

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris sets knife and project aside, turning to look in the direction of the sound.
Someone moving too quietly would have gotten him on his feet. He's been in fights often enough to know better. " 'Morning," a little wary, but polite.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells stops in his tracks. "Morning," he answers. "Didn't know anyone else was out and about just now."

Kris was downwind anyway.

[krisofvaldemar]

"Oh, I'm out at all hours," Kris answers. "If only 'cause it's more fun being unpredictable." Not to mention, safer in some respects.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Mm," says Wells neutrally. "Mind you don't go too far into the woods, then. It's not a natural forest, and there's things if you go too deep that wouldn't sit well with anyone."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris smiles, not showing teeth. It's not a pleasant expression. "A good thing I don't ask them to do so, then, isn't it? If you mean the wolves, I know they're there."

[milkbonesoldier]

"No," says Wells simply. "Not the wolves. I expect they'd know better, anyway."

[krisofvaldemar]

"Maybe." Kris glances at the half-carved recurve he'd started to fashion. "What were you thinking of, then?" Ill mood or not, he won't ignore warnings.

[lord_of_dreams]

"He is speaking of me." is the cool, distant...not voice. Not really. The memory of mind-speech with someone well known, long ago. The recollection of sound heard in sleep. Something like that. It is the response, however, before Seargent Wells has a chance.

And the being, man-shaped but cadaverously thin, skin like Herald's whites and robes of nightmare and fire, the being with stars for eyes that is leaning against a tree in full sight of both of them is nearly smiling.

Nearly, but not quite, as those colorless lips are still unfamiliar with the movement, and his other self is never a laughing matter.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells' eyebrows go up at that, but he inclines his head in answer to the pale, robed figure. "As he said," he murmurs.

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris' jaw tightens. "I see."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris is silent for long moments. When he speaks, his voice is razor-edged. Days of pain from wounds that aren't healing well, and the memory of hearing his friends scream, while he's caught here, have worn his patience to so near nothing as makes no difference. "Oh, indeed? Strikes me it's a little late for threats to change my course.
Who am I addressing, or should I say, what?"

[lord_of_dreams]

"I am Dream." Is the response, followed by, "And, at times, I am Nightmare. I, Morpheus, manifest to assure you that Seargent Wells speaks only truth when he warns you of the forest, Herald Kris of Valdemar. I, Nyarlathotep, stalk this place. Of late it has been ill-advised to wander too far within me."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris laughs bitterly, even as he bows. It's not entirely mocking.
He sobers."I didn't doubt that. I came too close to Lady Death's realm just before this place found me, to believe I'm untouchable. Regardless of where I go." A statement that could be taken either way.

[lord_of_dreams]

"There are worse things than my Elder Sister." He is informed, gravely. This is, really, all that Dream came for; to give just that much additional warning to the latest mortal to enter those areas where Milliways Reality and the Dreaming blur together.

And then he is gone. No fading, no warning, no remants left behind to show he was ever there. Simply...gone.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells watches Dream vanish, and looks back to Kris. "Me, I was just lookin' for a tree to hang my punching bag on..."