WelshPsych
Rawr!!!
They stood there, blocking his way. Two shadowy figures, they preached and lied. His anger, rage deep inside him wanted to explode to take control. He let it. Choking one while blasting another away. He demanded spice, he demanded to be left alone, to live with his horror, his murderous past. But he was proud of it, proud of his killing and wanted to kill more.
Yuroic woke in a cold sweat, his body wanting to vomit as he stared at his ceiling. He took slow deep breaths as he felt to vomit sensation pass, Yuroic tried to decipher his dream. Was it a vision of his future? Was he destined to spill to darkness, to become addicted to spice? What would send him down the dark path that he saw? He needed help in deciphering this latest vision, he couldn't go to the Grand Master on this, it could just be a nightmare but he had a feeling that this was more than a dream and he needed to talk to someone he could trust to keep this information between them. There was only one person he could trust to do that.
Jairdain.
Sending a message to her, he invited her to meet him and discuss something he needed help in understanding. Yuroic rose from his bed and took a shower, he needed to cleanse himself of the nightmare and the sweat. Once he was dry, Yuroic dressed himself in simple robes and headed off to the meeting point. It was a secluded part of the gardens, somewhere peaceful and more importantly isolated from wandering ears.
[member="Jairdain"]
Yuroic woke in a cold sweat, his body wanting to vomit as he stared at his ceiling. He took slow deep breaths as he felt to vomit sensation pass, Yuroic tried to decipher his dream. Was it a vision of his future? Was he destined to spill to darkness, to become addicted to spice? What would send him down the dark path that he saw? He needed help in deciphering this latest vision, he couldn't go to the Grand Master on this, it could just be a nightmare but he had a feeling that this was more than a dream and he needed to talk to someone he could trust to keep this information between them. There was only one person he could trust to do that.
Jairdain.
Sending a message to her, he invited her to meet him and discuss something he needed help in understanding. Yuroic rose from his bed and took a shower, he needed to cleanse himself of the nightmare and the sweat. Once he was dry, Yuroic dressed himself in simple robes and headed off to the meeting point. It was a secluded part of the gardens, somewhere peaceful and more importantly isolated from wandering ears.
[member="Jairdain"]