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Goddess of Procrastination
He was running. Running, running, running. Tripping constantly against blackened roots of trees, the screaming behind him getting louder and louder. They were screeches of pain and agony, moans of despair that sent shivers down his spine. All he could do was run, yet he felt like he was running on ice, clumsily tripping and falling all over the place only to scurry to lift himself back up onto his weary feet. Only to continue running into the darkness; into the unknown. He didn't know to where. All he knew is that he needed to go forward. Suddenly he felt something grab him from behind, by the collar of his shirt, the sudden stop causing him to let out a choked gasp. It's claws were sharp, tearing through the fabric of his shirt a bit. Before he could even react, break free.. he felt his leg get grabbed. His arms. He glanced over his shoulder, only to see that they were hands, bony and frail, black as soot. His eyes widened, his heart hammering against his chest with panic. More hands would reach out from the screaming darkness that was chasing him. They grabbed him, claws digging into his skin, piercing through it. Through flesh.
They were holding him down like chains.
He was forced to his knees, forced to look up at the blood red sky. And the hulking silhouette that now stood above him. He could recognise a couple blatantly obvious features; such as the silhouette's membranous bat-like wings, and giant curled horns. And those piercing eyes that glowed like fine rubies. Like two bright coals of fire.
He felt like begging, almost. For mercy, for something... yet no words came out of his mouth. They were stuck. All he could let out was a shaky, fearful breath.
That was when the silhouette spoke, it's voice silencing everything around them.
"You're no son of mine."
...
Briar jolted awake, sitting up suddenly. He was panting heavily, beginning to shiver slightly from the sweat that was on him. He looked around, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust themselves to the lack of light in the room. The only source of light was the gentle silver moonlight, seeping in through the sheer curtains. The window was open. He could tell from the way the curtains were gently swaying with the breeze that was coming in. He felt a soft gust of it against his face. It calmed him better than any cup of tea could.
He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for now, so instead of wasting any more time in bed, he decided to get up. He felt heavy, and a brief wave of dizziness overcoming him before it went away. His steps were careful and quiet. One; because he didn't want to accidentally trip over something. The moon didn't provide that much light after all. And two; he didn't want to wake Xavier.
Their room was tiny. A room that they have rented out for the night, in some inn at the edge of the path. He remembered himself complaining about it yesterday, checking everywhere under the mattresses of both beds for any bed bugs or worse. Luckily he did not find any... or else they wouldn't have had any roof over their heads tonight.
Finally, Briar found his backpack and pulled out a sandwich. It was supposed to be for next morning, however he decided that he would have it now. At least half of it. He gobbled some of it down before putting it back into his backpack.
He allowed himself to ponder for a short moment, and slowly turned his head to stare in the general direction of where Xavier slept. 'How dare this bastard be sleeping so soundly. This isn't fair! If I'm suffering from lack of sleep, this bitch is gonna' suffer too.'
You know, because Briar was a great travel partner and all.
So, the Princeling proceeded to approach Xavier's bedside, a little more confidently now... and brought up his foot, pressing it against Xavier's shoulder. He began trying to nudge him awake with it. "Oi. Bastard. Wake up." he muttered, nudging the poor man harder when he wasn't getting any reaction from him. "I demand entertainment." Pause. "So. Entertain. Me."
Bear in mind that this behaviour was completely normal.
They were holding him down like chains.
He was forced to his knees, forced to look up at the blood red sky. And the hulking silhouette that now stood above him. He could recognise a couple blatantly obvious features; such as the silhouette's membranous bat-like wings, and giant curled horns. And those piercing eyes that glowed like fine rubies. Like two bright coals of fire.
He felt like begging, almost. For mercy, for something... yet no words came out of his mouth. They were stuck. All he could let out was a shaky, fearful breath.
That was when the silhouette spoke, it's voice silencing everything around them.
"You're no son of mine."
...
Briar jolted awake, sitting up suddenly. He was panting heavily, beginning to shiver slightly from the sweat that was on him. He looked around, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust themselves to the lack of light in the room. The only source of light was the gentle silver moonlight, seeping in through the sheer curtains. The window was open. He could tell from the way the curtains were gently swaying with the breeze that was coming in. He felt a soft gust of it against his face. It calmed him better than any cup of tea could.
He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for now, so instead of wasting any more time in bed, he decided to get up. He felt heavy, and a brief wave of dizziness overcoming him before it went away. His steps were careful and quiet. One; because he didn't want to accidentally trip over something. The moon didn't provide that much light after all. And two; he didn't want to wake Xavier.
Their room was tiny. A room that they have rented out for the night, in some inn at the edge of the path. He remembered himself complaining about it yesterday, checking everywhere under the mattresses of both beds for any bed bugs or worse. Luckily he did not find any... or else they wouldn't have had any roof over their heads tonight.
Finally, Briar found his backpack and pulled out a sandwich. It was supposed to be for next morning, however he decided that he would have it now. At least half of it. He gobbled some of it down before putting it back into his backpack.
He allowed himself to ponder for a short moment, and slowly turned his head to stare in the general direction of where Xavier slept. 'How dare this bastard be sleeping so soundly. This isn't fair! If I'm suffering from lack of sleep, this bitch is gonna' suffer too.'
You know, because Briar was a great travel partner and all.
So, the Princeling proceeded to approach Xavier's bedside, a little more confidently now... and brought up his foot, pressing it against Xavier's shoulder. He began trying to nudge him awake with it. "Oi. Bastard. Wake up." he muttered, nudging the poor man harder when he wasn't getting any reaction from him. "I demand entertainment." Pause. "So. Entertain. Me."
Bear in mind that this behaviour was completely normal.
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