Tell me, am I going crazy?
Artorias
Bulwark
Bard
05-11-2021, 05:27 PM
Everything was dark, so so dark. She jumped and opened her eyes to looked around, but she could only just barely make out the dirt walls of the den around her, but as she spun around she didn't see an entrance. It was just darkness and dirt everywhere she looked. She tried to run toward one of the walls, but it seemed to move away as fast as she could move toward it. Panic started to well up in her chest. What was going on?! Where was she? When she looked up she could just barely see a pin point of light, almost like she was in a hole - not a den. It was so deep she couldn't possibly reach the top. As she looked up at the light in the far distance she saw something momentarily block out the light and then a few moments passed before she saw something falling toward her and she jumped out of the way just in time to avoid a pile of dirt that hit the ground beside her. Another followed after that one and after that one, some of the dirt flinging up around her as it hit the ground and getting all over her fur. It got harder and harder to dodge the falling dirt as the space around her started to fill up and surround her. She tried to scream for help, but nothing came out of her lungs. Her paws got caught in it and she struggled and fought against it, desperately yanking her legs away from the dirt, but as soon as she got herself free she'd get trapped in it again. Then, out of no where, her father appeared as he crested over one of mounds of dirt, his dark form moving toward her quickly and wrapping his foreleg around her to pull her free of the dirt that was swallowing her up like quicksand. Relief washed over her and she went to thank her father for saving her, but as soon as he pulled her against his chest and she looked up toward him she saw a gleam of fangs in the faint, faint light shining down from above them. He lunged at her neck and then all at once she was filled with a blinding, stabbing pain, trying to breathe and not being able to, not able to scream, not able to breathe. Briar jolted awake with a sharp gasp, panting hard as her panicked, turquoise gaze darted around the room and her paws went to clutch at her neck. Her heart was racing in her chest and it took a few long moments for her to realize where she was and that she wasn't in that hole with her father. She looked around at the room she had picked out in the castle, looked down at the furs that she had shuffled around and kicked off the bed in her panic. A little shudder ran through her and she curled in on herself, swallowing hard as she looked at the wall. She had experienced a few nightmares after her father bit her in the nights that followed, but that was by far the worst. They just kept seeming to get worse and more vivid, but at least when she woke up in Asla's den she had the comfort of knowing that her sister was at least near by and she wasn't actually alone. Here, the room felt too big, too empty. She tried to pull one of the furs over her and hide away under it, but that didn't really seem to help. Clearly shaken and startled, Briar finally pushed herself up off of the bed, slipping out of the room and going down the corridor to the adjacent wing where she knew Artorias would be sleeping. She didn't want to bother him, but she couldn't be alone and all she wanted was to know he was still there, like she had to confirm things around her to make sure everything was still okay. She hesitated outside his door for just a moment before pushing it open, slipping quietly inside, and closing the door behind her. She didn't want to bother anyone else sleeping near by either. She just wanted to be with her friend that made everything better. "Artorias?" she asked quietly, her ears folded back against her head, lingering by the door as she peeked over the edge of his bed at him. |
