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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
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- malcolm reynolds,
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- paco,
- plays-in-traffic,
- reinforce zwei,
- rhiow,
- robin,
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Beyond the Walls of Sleep
Slowly but surely, the nightmares have been chipping away at the mental defenses of the crew.
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
Even those who attempt to stay awake to avoid the nightmares find themselves too on-edge to completely concentrate their defenses.
And the Nightmare King has not been idle during all this, no. He has been slowly feeding off the crew, gathering his strength so that he may yet break free from his prison.
And he now uses that new found power, reaching out to affect the minds of the crew even in the waking world. Even those avoiding sleep will find themselves drifting in and out of their nightmares, bringing everyone a taste of despair.
After all, no one can escape the grasp of the King of Nightmares.
No one.
[ooc: OH NOEZ. As you can guess, the Nightmare King is getting stronger. As such, the crew will start experiencing waking dreams. These are much more subtle than the normal nightmares, however, and are more so depressing and surreal than actually brain-breaking. Mostly they would be miserable versions of the character's normal life, or perhaps even their life on the ship.]
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Half pig."Don't judge a book by it's cover," he growls.
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The large predator instinct - that triggered the flight response. Grim Eyes should have been running immediately, if she was any kind of hunter worth her salt. Fighting huge beasts that shouldn't rightly exist was a warrior's job, not a hunter's.
Her nose said wolf, though, and wolves weren't generally dangerous unless you got separated and caught on your own by a whole pack. They were hunters in their own right, and they were to be respected.
But the third instinct was the unmistakable scent of testosterone. That was the instinct that screamed at her to grab this impertinent male by the scruff and toss him into a wall until he got the picture.
But ten-foot-tall wolf won out over male, and Grim Eyes' mane slicked back so flat it might as well not have been there, her ears flattening as she did something she never thought she would ever do when confronted with a challenge - not a challenge with a male anyway - she lowered her spear and backed up a step.
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He bows slowly in respect, "Plays-in-Traffic, Cliath Philodox of the Bone Gnawer Tribe."
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Still, she had to acknowledge that as far as strength and intimidation went, he had won this round. It stuck in her liver to admit that, but there it was. "...Grim Eyes, Hunt Leader of Boneclaw Mother's tribe." Her ears were still flattened out of respect, but she gave a small abortive bow just in case he didn't read hyena body language too well.