Too long had she pushed aside the pressure mounting. The abrupt way Leaf had left the palace, and out the gates of the City would require some explanation upon her return, but the woman felt this inconsequential to the harm she could cause. Control over her frustrations with Sebastian’s council and the restrainment of Korr, mixed with the new, growing darkness had taken their toll on her resolve. The walls of the Palace and City had begun to enclose themselves around her, the overwhelming suffocation she had felt only once before now sought to plague her mind again.
Once the nightmares returned, Leaf had known it was time to seek some solitude, away from anyone should her strength of will failed. Kahli kept quiet watch over her mistress from a spot overlooking the clearing. A loyal sentry to steer any wandering soul away from possible danger. Disturbing her mistress while in this state was fraught with danger, and most likely their death if the hounds warning was unheeded.
It had been a nice, picturesque spot when the mage had first come across it. Now it resembled something out of a battlefield’s memoire. The ground blackened and grey with ash, still smoking in places from the residual heat while the mage herself sat in the midst, sweat dripping from her brow.
[color=#c14700]Give in. Allow me a taste again of control, mageling. The Nightmare won’t haunt you while I am, I promise you. [/color]
Her hands flexed, nails trailing back the cloth of her robes to make fists. The weight and strain of her mind being assaulted by the demon pitched her body forwards.
[color=#0074d9]“S-Shut. UP. You… You fucking. Pathetic. Demon.”[/color] she’d hiss in response.[color=#0074d9] “Y-You. Killed. Remington last time.”[/color] She’d never forgive the creature, nor herself, for the mabari’s death.[color=#0074d9] “Haaaa. I. Made the Nightmare. Eat Shit. The fuck I need you for?” [/color]
Once the nightmares returned, Leaf had known it was time to seek some solitude, away from anyone should her strength of will failed. Kahli kept quiet watch over her mistress from a spot overlooking the clearing. A loyal sentry to steer any wandering soul away from possible danger. Disturbing her mistress while in this state was fraught with danger, and most likely their death if the hounds warning was unheeded.
It had been a nice, picturesque spot when the mage had first come across it. Now it resembled something out of a battlefield’s memoire. The ground blackened and grey with ash, still smoking in places from the residual heat while the mage herself sat in the midst, sweat dripping from her brow.
[color=#c14700]Give in. Allow me a taste again of control, mageling. The Nightmare won’t haunt you while I am, I promise you. [/color]
Her hands flexed, nails trailing back the cloth of her robes to make fists. The weight and strain of her mind being assaulted by the demon pitched her body forwards.
[color=#0074d9]“S-Shut. UP. You… You fucking. Pathetic. Demon.”[/color] she’d hiss in response.[color=#0074d9] “Y-You. Killed. Remington last time.”[/color] She’d never forgive the creature, nor herself, for the mabari’s death.[color=#0074d9] “Haaaa. I. Made the Nightmare. Eat Shit. The fuck I need you for?” [/color]
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