all I hear are screams
02-01-2016, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-01-2016, 09:23 PM by Lillianna.)
The screams. They haunted her sleep, and who they came from would shift forms regularly. One night, she would be transported back to that night with Finch, Starling trying desperately to save her. Except, in this dream, they failed. Another night, and Lillie would watch helplessly as screams issued from Starling's throat, helpless to do anything. Another night, Shaye. This night, it was the original dream - Finch again.
The woman would awaken suddenly, eyes flying wide open. It was not that late into the night; she could barely sleep anymore. It was so hard to do... anything. Her entire body trembled, and she would seek out the comforting form of her Farrym. He nose would nuzzle his soft, tiny form, and he'd let out a purr. She didn't notice the concern in his eyes, or the way his purr trembled. She'd whisper lightly, "I have to go, I can't stay in here, I'll be back." Farrym would nod silently, his purr fading away as Lillie squirmed out of her den.
She needed to talk to someone. Who to talk to? Not Starling, no. And Shaye... Shaye was gone. Lark? A possibility. It was late, but... maybe, maybe they could do something like give the basket to Finch. Finch slept during the day, too, it wouldn't be too surprising for her to be awake now, or be woken if in a light sleep. And she knew where Lark's den was; she knew where all the dens of Abaven members were.
She would break out into a run, oblivious to the mud splashing up her legs. She instead focused wholly on the feel of her paws hitting the ground - it drowned out the fear, the pain, the screams still echoing in her mind, leftover in the dream.
It wouldn't take long to reach her destination, not at the pace she ran. She panted, pausing for a moment. She wasn't winded, but... she still had to gather her mind, her thoughts. "L-Lark?" she called out softly, hesitantly, almost fearfully. She needed to talk to someone.
"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"
The woman would awaken suddenly, eyes flying wide open. It was not that late into the night; she could barely sleep anymore. It was so hard to do... anything. Her entire body trembled, and she would seek out the comforting form of her Farrym. He nose would nuzzle his soft, tiny form, and he'd let out a purr. She didn't notice the concern in his eyes, or the way his purr trembled. She'd whisper lightly, "I have to go, I can't stay in here, I'll be back." Farrym would nod silently, his purr fading away as Lillie squirmed out of her den.
She needed to talk to someone. Who to talk to? Not Starling, no. And Shaye... Shaye was gone. Lark? A possibility. It was late, but... maybe, maybe they could do something like give the basket to Finch. Finch slept during the day, too, it wouldn't be too surprising for her to be awake now, or be woken if in a light sleep. And she knew where Lark's den was; she knew where all the dens of Abaven members were.
She would break out into a run, oblivious to the mud splashing up her legs. She instead focused wholly on the feel of her paws hitting the ground - it drowned out the fear, the pain, the screams still echoing in her mind, leftover in the dream.
It wouldn't take long to reach her destination, not at the pace she ran. She panted, pausing for a moment. She wasn't winded, but... she still had to gather her mind, her thoughts. "L-Lark?" she called out softly, hesitantly, almost fearfully. She needed to talk to someone.
"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.