The Catacombs, Tartarus - Sunday
The passage of time was hard to tell in Tartarus and even more so in the catacombs. Between the cold and the dark and the Nightmares flitting in and out of the prisoners' minds, a minute could feel like an eternity and an eternity could feel like a minute. There was a giddiness in the air, a feeling of twisted elation that tasted sour when you breathed it in.
It was the Nightmares. They were feeding and they were happy. Too bad the same couldn't be said for the catacombs' occupants.
[OOC: Second verse, same as the first. Same as yesterday basically. Feel free to do the nightmares in your journals and post them here. There will be a post up later today for the raiding party. Please be sure to look in on it as they're your rescuers and will be coming to get you!]
It was the Nightmares. They were feeding and they were happy. Too bad the same couldn't be said for the catacombs' occupants.
[OOC: Second verse, same as the first. Same as yesterday basically. Feel free to do the nightmares in your journals and post them here. There will be a post up later today for the raiding party. Please be sure to look in on it as they're your rescuers and will be coming to get you!]