Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

Comments

[through_fire_be_reborn]

A soft, airy laughter.

'There is no one else but you...'

[brosif]

"That's right."

As far as the beast is concerned, Sif is the only one here. Good. They can go on from here.

"You stand on my land. Why?"

[through_fire_be_reborn]

'The land is not yours... But it will be your prison...'

A faint sound of rumbling was starting to build under their feet. A groaning, crackling sound that sounded more wooden than earthy.

[brosif]

That is more than enough. She knows, in a way that cuts, that this thing is a threat to her family.

She charges.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

The woman stands still as a wall of thorns erupts from the ground, flinging dirt and rocks about as they lifted her up and out of reach.

[brosif]

The thorns.

They are something recognized, and something foreign. Sif whips her head around, more concerned with covering Idonea than herself.

The girl is gone.

Horror, then. A deeper fear than Sif has ever experienced, which turns to a deeper anger.

"Give her back," she screams, dodging the thorns. They are only branches -- better to get at the root.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

A peel of laughter answers her screams. 'There is nothing to return for nothing has been taken!'

[brosif]

She will kill this beast. She can feel it in her bones -- everything that Sif is hates this creature, in a way she never before thought herself capable of.

All of the love she felt for Asgard, distilled into one girl and then taken.

With her sword -- with her shovel -- she charges, aiming for the head.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

The beast stands still, as if waiting...

...only to change form into that same little girl that Sif is thinking of at the last moment as the shovel is bearing down.

WELP that's one way to do it

[brosif]

The change comes too late. The shovel connects with her daughter's head, and Sif is of two minds: the warrior, that knows this must be a trick.

And the mother, that sees her daughter's head on the ground and falls, screaming.

She wakes up to these screams, and to memories of a girl that she knows cannot have existed. Like ash in her mouth.