dreamcrystals | Passive Dream Recording

Sender: Tobias
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: Torture, PTSD, hunting

You fly on auburn wings high above the field, looking down at it. It's far below you, and yet you can clearly see the rats scurrying in the grasses, the rabbits hopping into their burrows as your shadow passes, and you know you could swoop down and kill them in an instant. All of them, if you really wanted - the mother and her babies. You can almost taste the meat and blood and fur - but no. You're not hungry right now, and better to let them grow so you can hunt them later.

You turn, wheeling up towards the sky. There's a forest nearby, and you have a destination. You tilt your wings downwards until -

Wham! You slam into what feels like a glass window. Shrieking, you try to go around it, to find where the edge is and - and you hear a teenage girl's voice.

"You are obviously not a leader. You are not even second-in-command. You are a nobody." The voice makes you panic more than the words, and you kick off of the 'glass' to try to dive towards the field and -

Wham! There's another 'wall' - floor? - beneath you. You push off again and panic, trying to find the exit -

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Four more walls, making a cube. You're trapped. You're trapped and you know it's closing in and you can hear the girl laughing. It's a dark chuckle, and you know what that means. You're in the box again. You're in the box again and you know what that means, you know that she could pull you back to reality once again and cause you pain and you're panicking. You flutter around the box, trying to find something, some exit - but you know it's useless.

"Demorph!"

<No!> You shout it wordlessly, struggling against the inevitable. You reach up a wing in front of your face and see - a hand? But it's also a wing? It doesn't make sense, and you hear a gruff man's voice - older, raspy, cold.

"What good is it?"

What good is it anyway? You're going to die here, you're going to die and no one is going to help you and all you can see is your wing/hand and the blue sky and you tense your body, ready for the pain and -

Blackness.

Threaded | Flat

[What. The hell. Was that?

On the one hand, she knows exactly what that was. She knows so much about the situation, could never miss that morph, she knows that voice- the voice that still makes adrenaline and an urge to hurt dance through her veins, the voice that sets every hair on end with pure rage just hearing it. But... it was clearly from his perspective. Not hers. Why was she having his dreams?

She takes a few moments to calm down, she doesn't even want to ask at first- but then she hears the ruffling of feathers. He was leaving.]

"Tobias."

[It comes out as a whisper, and it sounds more shaken and urgent than she meant it to.]

But nobody came.

[After a few moments...]

Except, someone will always eventually come.

Edited 2024-03-05 03:19 (UTC)

[He has to take a few moments to compose himself after seeing the dream. It brought to many of his own bad memories to mind and he does not trust himself enough to act rationally before he's got his breathing under control. Before his hand stops shaking...]

Are you alright, child? Are you in nedd of aid?

That's an rather unpleasant dream, but what does Demorph mean? Are you a shinki as well? A god's heavenly beast?

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