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13th Howl // Open Commentlog
Apr. 11th, 2012 11:21 am[Sarea's used to dreaming. She dreams pretty much every night, when she lets herself sleep. But those dreams are usually about the past; things that have already happened. The life she had in Alberta. Taylor's death. Her experiences on the Elegante and the Golden Shore.
This dream, though, was a flash of the future. One that had her reeling up in bed with a gasp, panting and fighting the urge to shift.
She'd been back home. In a sense. She had to have been back on her Earth, at least, because she'd seen her car, parked and hidden beneath the 'invisibility' cloak of sorts that Jake had put together for it.
She'd been fighting Breeders, nothing new, until SOMETHING had knocked her out from behind, sending her sprawling on the ground. The last thing she'd heard before passing out was an inhuman growl that she didn't recognize. Then she'd woken up.
Still panting, Wolf can't decide if she wants to try and sleep again or prowl the grounds, feeling anxious and jittery. She eventually decides a walk in the night air might help her feel better and pads out of her room barefoot, only wearing the simple pants and cami she'd manage to fashion for herself and not caring if anyone sees her. She does note the strange darkness of the Keep, but continues to wander despite this.]
This dream, though, was a flash of the future. One that had her reeling up in bed with a gasp, panting and fighting the urge to shift.
She'd been back home. In a sense. She had to have been back on her Earth, at least, because she'd seen her car, parked and hidden beneath the 'invisibility' cloak of sorts that Jake had put together for it.
She'd been fighting Breeders, nothing new, until SOMETHING had knocked her out from behind, sending her sprawling on the ground. The last thing she'd heard before passing out was an inhuman growl that she didn't recognize. Then she'd woken up.
Still panting, Wolf can't decide if she wants to try and sleep again or prowl the grounds, feeling anxious and jittery. She eventually decides a walk in the night air might help her feel better and pads out of her room barefoot, only wearing the simple pants and cami she'd manage to fashion for herself and not caring if anyone sees her. She does note the strange darkness of the Keep, but continues to wander despite this.]
