1 A Wolf and a Lion walk into a Bar [Jai, or Invite Only] Fri Aug 18, 2017 2:00 am
Destiny
D-rank
The room was cast in a dim light. A wooden desk and chair tucked off into the corner, covered heavily in books, scrolls, various (mostly) neat stacks of paper, and a desk lamp which was currently off. Nearby was a plush chair and two floor to ceiling bookshelves stuffed full of books of various subjects – some related to bettering ones skills as a fighter, others to increase knowledge, and some just for the pleasure of reading. A dresser was on the opposite wall, covered in an assortment of perfumes, weapons, her village headband, and various boxes, with a mirror hanging off of the wall over top of it. Nearby this was a twin sized bed whose sheets and comforter (which was halfway on the floor, having been kicked there some time ago by the individual currently sleeping in the bed) matched the deep purple of the walls and the circular rug in the middle of the hardwood floor. It was a typical room for a teenage girl, really – at least one who cared more about fighting than whatever normal females cared about – and the only thing currently out of place was the body on the bed – not because she was sleeping, but because of the sheer look of terror on her slumbering face.
Back in the safety of her room Jayr darted upright in bed, her lips pealed apart just as they had been in her dreams and a loud piercing scream filling the air: at least, until she clamped her hands shut on her mouth to silence herself: realizing all too quickly that her dream had been just that. Her shoulders rose and fell rapidly as she breathed through her nose fast and hard, her heart pumping hard and strong and filling her ears with the same drumming sound that she had heard in her nightmare – a nightmare that a few short years ago had been a real and actual event.
’Oh dear gods, I need coffee...’ It was the first thought that crossed the young females mind each and every single morning, and this one was no different; though morning was certainly a ‘loose’ term considering it was nearing noon – and she had more than one reason now weighing heavily on her mind as to why she didn’t want to risk falling back to sleep. Of course, she hadn’t gone to bed until nearly three o’clock in the morning, so that was a thing – long and very late hours of sitting at her desk and studying until her forehead smacking into the book and missing the wooden surface of the desk by mere inches had been cause enough to have her climbing, most of the way at least, into bed.
”Ugh.”, a single word, or rather a noise really, would escape the blonde female as she fell backwards onto the bed – having sat up during her screaming - while blinking into the mild darkness and staring at her ceiling – a dim lamp nearby the only source of light. The lamp was next to her bed on a small table along with her alarm clock, and its purpose was served well: it provided enough light for her to see by while being dark enough to allow her to sleep in for the simple fact of the horrific nightmares that still sometimes plagued her – nightmares like tonight (today’s?).
It was just as she was bringing her hand up to rub at her face that the short haired female glanced over toward her door, wondering if anyone was going to break the thing down coming to check on her – though, it was actually unlocked: and it made her quite glad she was dressed in a simple black tank top and gym shorts. While these episodes from the nightmares certainly weren’t unheard of, it had definitely been a while since her last one. Still, at least she hadn’t woken up attacking anything in sight – she had done that on at least one or two occasions – thankfully objects, and not actual people. But it had still taken a while to talk her down, and back to a relatively calm state.
Word Count: 935
You can’t escape, you can never escape: the words echoed through her mind over and over again as she beat feet across the slightly damp and dewy grass; the blades whipping against her already scarred and bruised feet as she ran as fast as she could toward what she hoped to be freedom. She had no idea where she was going, she had no way of knowing how long she had already ran or how far for that matter. All she did know was that she couldn’t stop, and that if she did terrible things would happen.
There was a nasty cramp in her side, and her breathing was coming in short and untamed bursts. Each air filled pull into her lungs was agonizing, every beat of her racing heart was like drums in her ears as her adrenaline surged. Her fear kept her going, it kept her pushing herself onward even though every ounce of her very being was begging for her to stop, pleading for her to take a break.
Even if she wouldn’t want it, the break would come. Arms, strong and foreign in nature, would seize her from behind. A hard, muscular body far larger than her own dragging her to the ground in a tackle that would have her skidding along the earth. Even as her lips pealed apart in a scream she struggled, and fought, for her very freedom – for what she was sure was her very life.
There was a nasty cramp in her side, and her breathing was coming in short and untamed bursts. Each air filled pull into her lungs was agonizing, every beat of her racing heart was like drums in her ears as her adrenaline surged. Her fear kept her going, it kept her pushing herself onward even though every ounce of her very being was begging for her to stop, pleading for her to take a break.
Even if she wouldn’t want it, the break would come. Arms, strong and foreign in nature, would seize her from behind. A hard, muscular body far larger than her own dragging her to the ground in a tackle that would have her skidding along the earth. Even as her lips pealed apart in a scream she struggled, and fought, for her very freedom – for what she was sure was her very life.
Back in the safety of her room Jayr darted upright in bed, her lips pealed apart just as they had been in her dreams and a loud piercing scream filling the air: at least, until she clamped her hands shut on her mouth to silence herself: realizing all too quickly that her dream had been just that. Her shoulders rose and fell rapidly as she breathed through her nose fast and hard, her heart pumping hard and strong and filling her ears with the same drumming sound that she had heard in her nightmare – a nightmare that a few short years ago had been a real and actual event.
’Oh dear gods, I need coffee...’ It was the first thought that crossed the young females mind each and every single morning, and this one was no different; though morning was certainly a ‘loose’ term considering it was nearing noon – and she had more than one reason now weighing heavily on her mind as to why she didn’t want to risk falling back to sleep. Of course, she hadn’t gone to bed until nearly three o’clock in the morning, so that was a thing – long and very late hours of sitting at her desk and studying until her forehead smacking into the book and missing the wooden surface of the desk by mere inches had been cause enough to have her climbing, most of the way at least, into bed.
”Ugh.”, a single word, or rather a noise really, would escape the blonde female as she fell backwards onto the bed – having sat up during her screaming - while blinking into the mild darkness and staring at her ceiling – a dim lamp nearby the only source of light. The lamp was next to her bed on a small table along with her alarm clock, and its purpose was served well: it provided enough light for her to see by while being dark enough to allow her to sleep in for the simple fact of the horrific nightmares that still sometimes plagued her – nightmares like tonight (today’s?).
It was just as she was bringing her hand up to rub at her face that the short haired female glanced over toward her door, wondering if anyone was going to break the thing down coming to check on her – though, it was actually unlocked: and it made her quite glad she was dressed in a simple black tank top and gym shorts. While these episodes from the nightmares certainly weren’t unheard of, it had definitely been a while since her last one. Still, at least she hadn’t woken up attacking anything in sight – she had done that on at least one or two occasions – thankfully objects, and not actual people. But it had still taken a while to talk her down, and back to a relatively calm state.
Word Count: 935