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dplax · 12-17-2005, 09:34 AM

OOC: changing Plaxica's color to limegreen (hoping no one uses that) following the discussion about font colors (and in particular, red) in Lockesville.

Plaxica 85/85

The decision to walk to the foothills, and then possibly towards the mountains, looking for a high place from where the winds might carry his call to the Windbringer, had not been an easy one to make. In the harsh, rocky terrain he knew that Ramella and Daniel would suffer.

Under a rocky overhang the three of them slept. Plaxica halfsuspected, half knew that should any danger approach, the werespirit inside of him would alert him to the danger. The way the spirit's behaviour had suddenly changed the last day had been a major surprise for Plaxica.

Not only had it accepted Plaxica's search for the Windbringer, but he seemed to be even helping him.

His dreams shifted and he found himself in a small village, with peasants brandishing pitchforks and scythes surrounded the three of them, while he tried protecting Daniel and Ramella from their blows. A song started playing in his ears, the words voicing one of his deepest fears.

His theories and knowledge
Mean danger in these times
And those accused of heresy
Will not longer be alive
Hide, hide your secrets well
For in your darkest hour you should dwell

Being persecuted for being a werecreature was a recurring nightmare for Plaxica, ever since he had contracted this disease, this 'curse'. It was second only to his fear of losing his own sanity and becoming a malicious, evil creature.

A peasant's pitchfork pierced his chest, and Plaxica suddenly woke up. His body was covered in sweat and he was shivering all over. Ramella was just rearranging the blankets on him.

"Did I wake you?" - he asked her.

"Shhh...Daniel is sleeping. Drink this." - she said, handing him a hot bowl of liquid, which turned out to be some tea. The taste reminded Plaxica of his homeland, the place he might never see again.

"Dreams again?" - Ramella asked him in a soft voice.

Plaxica nodded, closing his eyes as he sipped the tea. He felt Ramella's arm around him.

"Don't worry, if all goes well, soon your dreams shall go away." - she whispered. Plaxica hoped that she was right.

12-17-2005, 09:34 AM	#84
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	OOC: changing Plaxica's color to limegreen (hoping no one uses that) following the discussion about font colors (and in particular, red) in Lockesville. Plaxica 85/85 The decision to walk to the foothills, and then possibly towards the mountains, looking for a high place from where the winds might carry his call to the Windbringer, had not been an easy one to make. In the harsh, rocky terrain he knew that Ramella and Daniel would suffer. Under a rocky overhang the three of them slept. Plaxica halfsuspected, half knew that should any danger approach, the werespirit inside of him would alert him to the danger. The way the spirit's behaviour had suddenly changed the last day had been a major surprise for Plaxica. Not only had it accepted Plaxica's search for the Windbringer, but he seemed to be even helping him. His dreams shifted and he found himself in a small village, with peasants brandishing pitchforks and scythes surrounded the three of them, while he tried protecting Daniel and Ramella from their blows. A song started playing in his ears, the words voicing one of his deepest fears. His theories and knowledge Mean danger in these times And those accused of heresy Will not longer be alive Hide, hide your secrets well For in your darkest hour you should dwell Being persecuted for being a werecreature was a recurring nightmare for Plaxica, ever since he had contracted this disease, this 'curse'. It was second only to his fear of losing his own sanity and becoming a malicious, evil creature. A peasant's pitchfork pierced his chest, and Plaxica suddenly woke up. His body was covered in sweat and he was shivering all over. Ramella was just rearranging the blankets on him. "Did I wake you?" - he asked her. "Shhh...Daniel is sleeping. Drink this." - she said, handing him a hot bowl of liquid, which turned out to be some tea. The taste reminded Plaxica of his homeland, the place he might never see again. "Dreams again?" - Ramella asked him in a soft voice. Plaxica nodded, closing his eyes as he sipped the tea. He felt Ramella's arm around him. "Don't worry, if all goes well, soon your dreams shall go away." - she whispered. Plaxica hoped that she was right.