dream 001
Warnings: none
effects: none.
You hear soft mewing sounds, like a lone kitten is calling from a distance, scared and lost. You're staring down a dark hallway, unable to see anything in the pitch black before you. You step forward, the kitten's meowing grows louder and increasingly more fierce. By the time you're close enough to see it there is no cute meowing happening, now it's a loud, almost ear-shattering roar coming from a beast. It looks like a lion, but when it opens its mouth it has jagged teeth like a shark and a tongue that flicks out and just barely reaches you.
There's a snap every time it comes in contact with your outstretched hand, even if that hand isn't actually your own. Some would recognize the long, painted nails of the Medicine Seller, but the skin is tan and decorated with gold designs.
A flicker of light, and suddenly the unfamiliar man comes into the frame, a sword outstretched toward the oncoming beast of a cat. The two clash, and in the end the gold-painted, tan man is the victor. But it is not he who stands there as the beast falls, it is the Medicine Seller, now without the sword in hand, but with a pleased smirk on his lips.
[ The Medicine Seller turns his back away from the light of the dreamberry. He's awake, as he has been for a while, but makes no motion to acknowledge that the dreamberry recorded anything. ]
effects: none.
You hear soft mewing sounds, like a lone kitten is calling from a distance, scared and lost. You're staring down a dark hallway, unable to see anything in the pitch black before you. You step forward, the kitten's meowing grows louder and increasingly more fierce. By the time you're close enough to see it there is no cute meowing happening, now it's a loud, almost ear-shattering roar coming from a beast. It looks like a lion, but when it opens its mouth it has jagged teeth like a shark and a tongue that flicks out and just barely reaches you.
There's a snap every time it comes in contact with your outstretched hand, even if that hand isn't actually your own. Some would recognize the long, painted nails of the Medicine Seller, but the skin is tan and decorated with gold designs.
A flicker of light, and suddenly the unfamiliar man comes into the frame, a sword outstretched toward the oncoming beast of a cat. The two clash, and in the end the gold-painted, tan man is the victor. But it is not he who stands there as the beast falls, it is the Medicine Seller, now without the sword in hand, but with a pleased smirk on his lips.
[ The Medicine Seller turns his back away from the light of the dreamberry. He's awake, as he has been for a while, but makes no motion to acknowledge that the dreamberry recorded anything. ]