Thread: Strange magic & Dark Dreams (Arctic Fox & Mike the Bloodwolf)

RE Strange magic Dark Dreams Arctic Fox Mike the Bloodwolf In her dreams Naya was ..different. Unconstrained by duty and responsibilities. This dream, her refuge, was strange. Night appeared over an arboreal forest. Star filled and just a sliver of the moon. There was a large lake, gentle winds from somewhere stirred the waves, reflecting silver ribbons on the surface as they crashed on the shores. To one side were cliffs that lead to a sandy beach. Strange winged cat like creatures seemed to frolic upon this beach. Their large feathered wings in dazzling arrays of color with the ends of their tails feathered to match, their bodies seemed a sleek shiny ebony. A dozen or more at play. A path from the beach lead up to a large tall castle. Built into the cliff and up. Graceful, resolute, and a bit shifting in pattern. There was a large terrace of high polished white marble with several glass double doors framed in silver metal, 4 sets in total at least 20 feet high if an inch. With in was a large banquet hall White marble pillars seemed to stretch upwards, as well as on the floor, with the floor also veined in silver. Several tables with various and strange foodstuffs on display. The tables covered by light blue-silver cloth that shimmered and danced in the light of crystal braziers. Several elves and a few humans danced to music from everywhere, yet no musicians around. Many with distinct faces and features, some only generalized barely recalled from her memories. At the far end apart from the others was Naya. Up a few steps on a chair covered in soft furs. She wore a crown of a silver metal and a gossamer gown that seemed to change color from pale teal to a soft pink much like the mother of pearl in an oyster, though ever shifting. Crystal beading in her hair and upon the gown reflected like the stars in the night sky. Form fitting it clung to her, barely hiding her features and curves. So sheer one would think it was not truly there save the crystals clung to the silky fabric. Though she looked the same as in the waking world, her features seemed more softened and graceful, regal looking. That of a tantalizing elfwoman and not of the hardened warrior. Save for a single silver bracelet she wore no other jewelry. There were other areas of this castle in her dreams, and just like dreams it seemed to shift and change. Several servants, some how all had animalistic features, scurried about. Most of the dream seemed solid enough though a few things did not. Such is the nature of dreams. There was a small door to the right of her furred throne. Black like pitch with no discernible knob. Yet it moved like it was breathing, breathing like it wanted to burst. Naya gently rose from the throne as the dancing and revelry continued. She walked in a silent and sinewous way to the dance floor. There she began to dance alone to music with no musicians, others danced as well in pairs. In the waking world her body shivered slightly, being so naked in the cold. Some distance away near the edge of the forest in the grand castle of Nova-Ulla, Nayas brother the usurping mad prince was gathering forces. His men rounding up people, human, elf, and even dwarves. Anyone he perceived as being against him. Some to be slain, most to become slaves. This was only a start. Rumors were already spreading that the entire family save Nadir were slain. Only a few believed Naya still lived.