The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax felt as if he were sinking into the inky blackness that surrounded him. Gravity pulling him down towards...something....something with immense power, if only one tapped into it. A nexus of the Force. He couldn't see it yet. But he felt it. And that was enough.
Colors came first. Grey, black, white. A shape came into view. Black, and white slowly took definite features, the grey fading into the background. The elliptical curves bending into to take the shape of a body, out of focus. And then a woman.
The woman stood in some space station. It rang a distant familiar bell in Dax's head. He couldn't quite put a name to it. The woman's hair was as black as night, streaks as pale as the moon. And Marks.
Dax woke. Not with a start. But not with the calm sleepiness of rest. He tossed the covers off and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head. Vaguely he knew whereabouts to go. It'd all come to him in time.
[member="Blake Morrigan"]
Colors came first. Grey, black, white. A shape came into view. Black, and white slowly took definite features, the grey fading into the background. The elliptical curves bending into to take the shape of a body, out of focus. And then a woman.
The woman stood in some space station. It rang a distant familiar bell in Dax's head. He couldn't quite put a name to it. The woman's hair was as black as night, streaks as pale as the moon. And Marks.
Dax woke. Not with a start. But not with the calm sleepiness of rest. He tossed the covers off and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head. Vaguely he knew whereabouts to go. It'd all come to him in time.
[member="Blake Morrigan"]