Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801150648

Hound's eyes open.

It was a dream, just like a dream. Like the feelings of a dream that fade upon awakening, he breathes, and with every breath, every lungful of cold air, the thoughts are pushed away, and their emotions with them. His daughter was alive. The Crucible was not here. He was in a forest, in trees. It was nighttime, and the mist was beginning to form into the frost that would cover everything in the morning. He listened to the wind in the trees, and...

Noises. From ahead.

He crept, catlike, over the rocks, making no sound. He saw the lights. He saw the pit, and the emotions of his dream returned,  like a disease.

A pit. A wide,  deep crater. He looked around. Massive trees, shattered houses. Iveria. He was in Iveria. The pit before him was where the mountain had collapsed into itself, leaving a ring of jagged rock and splintered trees, like a mouth ringed with teeth, ready to devour. In the middle of the pit, he saw lights, flickering,  unnatural. Dark.

The Dead were in there, he knew. But several others, as well. He could sense it. He could sense...Ibrahim? Trapped there? Maybe. But Ibrahim was not the only one. Someone else, someone trapped, screaming...