Nessa Grimmeor [ Nightmares ]

ooc: The most vile Nessa Grimmeors nightmares during her time inprisoned for her crimes. (assassinations, attempted murder, assaults on bloodknights, and treason.) A guest appearance by SGE emperor,Shrogan.





Her eyes lies calmly closed. She feels warm and sticky, and the air breathed out from her nostrils feels like small flames upon her upperlip. This must be how children feel when their mothers have tucked them in too hard. She moves slightly,side to side. Through a white haze, she sees bright colors around her. Lushious green,passionate red and the serene blue. She can taste the humid air that carries scents from wild flowers and thick furs of beasts. She presses her face up, meeting a clammy surface of the white haze before her eyes. Her feet wriggles their toes, feeling the same sticky meeting. She lies in the tall grass, wrapped into a cocoon of a crystal white web that glitters like small diamonds in the bright sunlight in the Vale.
Her vision clears from seing the bright green moving infront of her eyes, to the fresh tall grass. Her eyes starts blinking, starts darting for something, to tell her what is going on. She is numb, though her senses are clear. She sees the bright sky above her, as clear as the water. She listens. Birds are squaking as they fight over their nests. Tigers are growling in the distance as they hunt down their prey. She hears a growl close to her. A sticky chewing sound. Snapping. Cracking. The sugary sweet scent of the wild flowers around her drowns in a flooding stench of warm blood and heated breaths. Gurgling wet breaths that washes over her.
Her hands try to claw through the web,but it only tangles her fingers deeper into the sticky wrap. Some fingertips searches their way through, and tastes the calm breeze outside the web. Her other hand starts prying up holes enough to let her eyes see freely through her small prison. A hound, a wolf with a crimson wet snout, grinds a piece of bone up and down his line of exposed bloodstained fangs, attempting to crack the bone in his mouth. Her eyes forcefully shuts as suddenly her web is stripped away from her, by two firm hands. The bright light of the sun to her naked eyes, makes her twist and turn. She tries quickly to adjust to the harsh scents, colors and sounds as they all drown her. Close loud cackles in a deep troll voice. Hungry wild snarls and stomping. Rattling. Cracks. Cries. The colors have gone white from the blinding sun. The sharp scent of blood and insides makes her throat contract,wanting to throw something up, but finding nothing to waste. In three weak gasps for air the wolf is again seen, his snout buried hungrily into her stomach, digging frantically with his paws, snapping and ripping with his fangs. She feels her heart twitching, as if trying to stop by force from the horror. But it keeps beating, desperatly jolting her chest up as she gasps for air like a fish out of water. Her head smacks back against the soft ground of the jungle with her eyes forced shut again. She pleads and curses, trying to wake up, swearing it is not true. A cool calming shadow covers her face, as if trying to soothe her through the cackles, cracks and cries. Her eyes snap open, seing the familiar face.
The twisted scars. The two black voids staring down at her, only one blinking slightly as he smiles down at her coldly. His lips only break their cold smile to smirk as he says her name. She can not hear his voice, but she sees it. She knows what he says. He found her, he always said he would find her. He remains crouched over her for what feels like an eternity. Watching his trolls, the hounds, snap her bones and rip her to pieces and fight over the scraps. Her eyes remain wide, staring up at him to find support, warmth and care, but finding none. She never begs, she never cries. She tries to see anything in his voidblack eyes, but they tell her nothing but that there is no mercy. His cold smirk snaps open wide as he lunges his jagged teeth onto her face in a wicked growl.

A sharp scream is heard echoing down the cold stone halls. The suprised chains rattle as she wakes.She breathes out numerous times, weezing in desperatly for air. The taste of it is metallic, and rotten.The thick cakes of dried blood merged between her wrists and the rusty shackles holding them comforts her.
It was the dream. Again. He is not here. He can not find me here.
She looks around at the stone. The dark and dim light outside makes the stones almost black. It must be night again. She sees her tray with food lying by her feet, and as everytime, she kicks violently at the tray, making clatter loudly and slide into the middle of the room. The weak weezes turn into growls, making her thin arms twitch and pull in her chains. The thick scaps on her wrists open slightly, stinging her enough to stop moving. Her eyes grow tired, framed in dark purple circles. Sleepless, restless. every day.
She looks down at her stomach as if checking, even though she knew it was a nightmare. She breathes in, noticing her prominant her ribcage have turned. Her kneecaps the same. A few more months, then it will be over. Her long tangled hair presses against the stone as she lies down on the thin layer of hay.
At least, she comforts herself, at least I will starve to death in here, than by his hands.