Mind Games

[Delsin Shaw]

Aboard the Snowflake
Wild Space

If there was ever a time I felt like I was being watched, it was now. Having Val away from me for a long enough time, was, as much as I would hate to admit it to her, humbling to suddenly be without someone's presence. Gale also seemed far away from me now. Not sure if she was planning on returning to me, or was just waiting in the shadows. A headache that has been persisting for quite a while cropped up on me. It wasn't painful or head-splitting. Just a dull ache.

Going over to the medicinal cabinet hanging within the washroom, I opened up the mirror. Sifting through the various over the counter based medicines that I could use. Grabbing one that would help sedate this headache, I swallowed the pills dry. Scrunching up my face at the nasty taste of the drugs. However, I knew it could very likely help. For now, I had a feeling that a nap, something to rest my body, would help with limiting this headache. I didn't have anywhere to go for now, and sometimes, it was best to just rest the body.

Moving to my quarters, I removed my clothing. Stripping down to just a set of under garments. Letting a hand rub over my flesh and skin, feeling the ripples of scars I had gathered over the years, and even feeling the smoother skin upon my chest. Across my sternum, was a rather large tattoo done in Sith Magics, and blood of a former Sith Empress. A mark upon me that showed I was hers. Now that she was long dead, I didn't worry about it. It was a mark of my past.

However, it still pained me that I had been foolish and gotten into the situation to begin with.

Laying down upon my bed, My head hit the pillow with a flump. Breathing in and out, I practiced tempered breathing to ease my heart and my body. Slowing myself into a rest. Hopefully to get rid of this stupid ailment.

[member="Zahra Laurs"],

 

[Zahra Arcturus]

Hunger…

The only thought that ran through Zahra’s mind, but ordinary food would not satisfy this entity. The Mother of Nightmares was on the hunt for dreams. Deliciously dark dreams with sadistic twists and petrifying endings. Tales that made the dreamer's hair turn white at the root, that left them trapped, frozen in their beds with nothing but sheets to defend them. Oh, how she laughed at the notion that they clung to their bedsheets for protection, didn’t they know that the demons who lived in the shadows cared not for those things? The nightmares would always come, regardless of their desperate attempts to ward them off. It just so happened.. Zahra was one of them.

On this particular hunt, her indecisiveness had caught her. Roaming the dream realm was strikingly similar to walking down the aisle of a particularly large shop. There were dreamers scattered here and there amidst the darkness, ripe and waiting for her to pluck. Should she sit and feed off the nightmares they weaved themselves? Or was she in the mood for something specific, enough to warrant the effort of conjuring her own nightmares for them to dream? For the first time in a long time, the Queen of Shadows couldn’t decide. Her ethereal frame paced the dream realm, back and forth and forward and back, passing the same dreamers over and over again. Until…

She passed someone new. Someone not tied to any solid ground. Someone worth stopping for. The Mother of Nightmares paused in her step to allow her shadowy frame to inhale this fresh, intriguing mind. The Outcast. ‘How fitting…’ A tormented soul with such a sordid past was perfect, just what she was in the mood for. Zahra approached, and encroached, her fingers dancing over the threads of nightmares and the strings of dreams. It was hardly any effort on her part to weave them into terrifying tales. An abusive father here, an abandoned family there, a spine-chilling interaction with a sith empress… the Queen of Shadows laughed and drank deeply from his fear.

[member=Darren Shaw]​