saldorian spell - m

[Talitha de le Poer]

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language starting with the 5th post (and eventually violence later on!) Reader discretion is advised.

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The dull silvery light from the moon, which just completed its full phase, shone down upon the mansion and its guest house, bathing the area in a dim light. There were no windows to be found within the guesthouse around the back of the mansion, for the guesthouse was completely pitch black, and the air circulation poor. It wasn't a very humid nor heated night, although the hybrid found herself tossing and turning uncomfortably in the room she chose to slumber within, longing for a breeze to filter through the crack of her door, or to feel any relieving cool waft of air to come her way. Breaking out into a sweat, the Shepherd looking woman mumbled, twisted, and twitched in her sleep.

She was somewhere out in the back of the mansion, running from the guesthouse in which she slept, running from a phantom that was dark as the night that was after her like a wolf trailing after a doe. For a moment her fate seemed sealed in the stuffy little house, finding dead ends abound, but happened to find a means of a magical door that led her to the outside (and by sheer luck of her speed which she was accredited for). The door was not there in reality, even in her dream state she knew this, but there was no time to waste contemplating what was there and what wasn't. It was an escape, and she would take full advantage of such. She didn't know where she was going, as if her feet were on autopilot and making her run where they chose to.

She dashed toward the front of the mansion, taking a moment to spring and run alongside the mansion's wall. Only dreams could give one the ability to run vertical on walls or even on ceilings, as she felt herself weightless and flexible. Running alongside the wall didn't last, as her feet suddenly landed on the creaky porch of the mansion's entrance. Striding up to the mansion's doors, she pushed against it, assuming that it would open like a breeze for her when it always did, but she was met with the unmovable, locked wood. Jiggling the door handle, Talitha couldn't remember if the damn door even had a lock on it, but in this case it was firmly closed. Pulling on it now, she was determined to wedge the thing open to find refuge in one of the many rooms on the second story, but as much as she strained, it was a no go. Suddenly, her head instantly turned to the right, her crimson eyes widening and her breath stopping in her throat.

From the corner a dark shadow with long claws, claws that extended right down toward the very ground, gravitated toward her. The dark apparition didn't have any detailed features about it, but it was in the shape of a Luperci, and it seemed to even glide above the ground without even running, if it even had workable legs below it. One arm outstretched as if having confidence to grab her from the distance it was at on the other side of the porch, to which Talitha's heart nearly burst from her chest as she took off once again, leaping off the other side of the porch and back around toward the back of the mansion. Her legs suddenly felt heavy, as if the cold ice fear was beginning to freeze in her veins and blood, slowing down her momentum. Even with the distance covered as she dashed past the guesthouse and back into the concealed and dark forest behind the mansion, she could already sense the phantom wasn't too far behind. It felt like as fast as she was running, her efforts still wouldn't shake the phantom from gaining on her. Her feet blindly plowed her through, losing her footing a couple times, tripping, but still frantically pushing forward. Owls and insects buzzed and hooted past her ears, and she could even hear the current of Dapplebreak Creek in the distance. There was some rustling behind her, but she didn't dare to look back for even a second.

Reaching the creek, it did not look like the gentle creek it usually did, but a roaring river. And for some reason, the smell of the ocean and saltwater was more apparent than fresh water and the smell of the forest. She stopped, out of breath, and seemingly there was nothing following her anymore. Talitha reached down toward the water, relieved in the cool feeling of this stranger river that replaced the creek. There was a moment of peace, certain that she was alone, but as her hands waded in the water, suddenly there was a dark claw that extended from beneath the surface, and pulled her right into current. Not knowing what hit her, she was engulfed, suffocated (but in her dream she couldn't feel water rushing down her throat, just some stuffy suffocation) as she tried to claw her way out, but whatever it was held a firm grip. Suddenly the bank of the river turned to creamy sand, and then the rush of waves came around her as if she was originally dragged into the ocean, hearing her dark phantom laughing as he pulled her down. She screamed and screamed, but the roar of the waves drowned them...

It was then that Talitha woke up, screaming. Broke out in a cold sweat, she fumbled out of her bed, nearly falling to her knees. It was pitch black in her room, and she wailed and gasped, attempting to compose herself. Her heart beat like thunder in her chest. There was nothing she could see to grab onto for support to lift her, so she crawled to the direction she assumed was the door, and lifted herself up by the door handle. Her legs shook, weakened, but she had to get out of this goddamned stuffy guesthouse before she'd truly suffocate. Stumbling down the hall, keeping her wall as her guide, she was able to locate the front door and pretty much leaned against it to stumble out. A burst of cool air enveloped her, as she dropped to her knees at the entrance, with her head down. The hybrid still trembled, and there was a moist concentration of tears that gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Nightmares.

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