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Dunkelheit

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Near the border of Glenmore, Blackwood
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Featuring: Brynmore

Everything went silent. It was eerie, this strange silence, so oppressing and heavy. His own heart seemed to try and hammer out it’s sound, but it to was subdued by the oppressive silence, meekly sounding like a small twitter. The world seemed, strange, a dream like world. So many shadows in strange places, bright orange lights flittering about, with streaks of black oozing down from somewhere above.

It was a strange place. Could it be where Uir dwells?

Brynmore wondered this, as he seemed to float through the strange world. His legs were bent in unnatural angles, but it didn’t hurt strangely. What looked like long blades of grass he tried to nibble on as he passed turned to writhing snakes that nipped at his nose. Futilely, he tried to kick out at them, but the strange force holding him up and moving him had him away before he could get a hit in.

What am I doing here? What is this place? It was unlike any dream he’d encountered. Is this death? It was a strange calm death if it was, and though it was unnatural, Brynmore felt no fear for it. He felt a slight pang of remorse for Rosalie, he hadn’t gotten to say good bye to her, and their fawns. He knew he’d see them again someday, but was sad that they were not with him now.

The world slowly got darker, the orange yellow warm hues becoming dark, gray, unsaturated until it became bleaker than his home. It was, sad. It held a sad, beauty to it, and a small tear trickled from his cheek. He continued to float, until the power held him before a pitch black, cave? He couldn’t tell with all the colors blending together. A pair of white lights emerged in the darkness, seemingly glowing from how bright they were.

“Mother….I…”

SILENCE” a loud, gravelly voice boomed over his. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes as an old she wolf appeared, though its inky hide melded itself and rippled about. He didn’t feel fear of her, well it was a different fear. Fear of upsetting the Mother, fear of how she’d punish him, not of being eaten and ripped to shreds alive. His crooked legs attested to the lack of pain in this world, though he knew she could make him feel pain if she so chose.

Hear me, half breed child of mine. How could you let a sniveling glenmore beat you, not once, but twice! Perhaps I’ve been to generous in your life, you are just a half breed, who had a weak mother and a weak mate. She was lucky that glenmore came, to “rescue” her.” This, was strange, he’d never heard the mother talk like this, though he hadn’t heard her too many times, perhaps… The she-wolf’s voice went from gravelly to hissing, and peeking out, he saw the inky shape had turned snake like.

Well, perhaps I shall have to test you more. You seem keen on living, on finding that weak mate of yours, even if you can’t see that yet. Blind, BLIND YOU ARE FOOL!” the inky snake shriveled until it became a small dot, then expanded until it exploded, darkness enveloping him.
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Near the border of Glenmore, Blackwood
Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
Featuring: Brynmore

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Yesh, the next installment of Brynmore! Here he is, but what shall these challenges be? Will he survive them? I hope the suspense was worth it!

This piece, was SO much fun to write out! I love writing out dream sequences, just so much! The way reality can be bent around, and just how quickly dreams change is so much fun to play around with them. And that isn't really Uir, (as far as I know) but more his brain creating hallucinations and his mind making weird dreams with him being so injured.

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*suspense* 0_0