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Ooc; for Adelais Smile feel free to just drop into his dreams ;D

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Paws pressed heavily against the hard earth, head low and eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light that managed to filter through the trees. The massive beast moved at a lumber, all legs seeming to work stiffly as though he hadn’t used them in a long time. Breath came out raspy and every once and a while a cough would force blood up his lips. Though a punctured lung wouldn’t kill him it was still a pain in the ass, especially when he needed to breath… If anyone saw him most would first think that he was a dead man walking. Bones were still obviously crushed; chest was caved in at an unnatural angle though every so often something would snap outwards back into a natural position. Wounds along his entire body were still open and though blood was no longer gushing out it was taking longer for them to heal because of the constant movement. The smaller wounds were long cleaned and healed, gone entirely with no mark to show them. The gashes along his body from hitting the rocks during his fall were still open but considerably smaller. Those ones would make and scare to forever remind him of his tumble. 

Diell was missing, gone from his presence and it was like Dione's disappearance all over again. The pain of it hurt far more then the pain of his wounds. He had taken to throwing himself off the sides of cliffs once more, though he knew it was next to impossible to die with his current abilities he just didn't want to be here anymore. The massive beast would slowly slip into the mouth of the tunnels through the back entrance near the lake, having been pushed from his home by a new pack. He didn't want to be found... Not yet. Slowly the massive beast would slip into the shadows of the tunnels, only going a short ways before he would drop his frame onto the ground. He was tired, exhausted even, but he hadn't been able to rest where he had fallen like he normally would. Damn pack ruining everything for everyone... Slowly bloody gaze would slip closed and he would allow himself to drift into a much needed sleep. 
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Adelais

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<b>→</b> Dainty paws, drained of coloration but for the brief flash of blush from the underside of each step. They loved with a form of silence, though they lacked a purpose and would wander in the labyrinth of caves with a leisure pace. Only a few times those toes would cease their movement and let a salmon tongue dart out of the creatures rose hued lips, allowing the puddles of fresh mountain water to disappear with greed. There was never enough liquid for the servant, there was always a thirst that seemed unquenchable as she could stop at every available water source. But her blush nostrils would flare, the scarred ridge of her muzzle would wrinkle at the foul smell of the warming springs. Those were not meant for her consumption, or else her mother's sacrifice would be in vein but what was she to do with this new life?

<b>→</b> It was another smell that guided her attention, a gentle vibration from her damaged throat came forth but not as an act of aggression. It was similar to mimicking a feline's purring chirp, a sound they would make out of curiosity to another creature that was their own. The soft glow the vegetation created made his frame visible, though it could have been her own luminescence that was shining brighter than the lemon tint. Balls of light seemed to drift from the flowers on her scruff, intensifying as she drew closer to the prone and injured beast.

<b>→</b> It would seem he was in a dream land, one she grew curious about and though her mother had taught her not to pry into others private moments she found her mind clouding with a pale mist as she brought her petite physique against his own. She had not quiet mastered walking in her sleep without touching the dreaming creature, so her weight pressed on his own pale fur. Her ivory lashes fluttered until they tickled her cheeks, allowing those albino eyes to only open when she engaged in his world. A world dominated by him, a dream she wanted to know. A place she could understand why his body was riddled with no longer bleeding wounds. Anything would be better than her own nightmares.



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<font style="font: italic bold 15px georgia; text-shadow: 0 1px 0 rgba(0, 0, 0, .3); color: #EFC3D3;">ooc:</font> she has now entered his dreams, your turn to set the playing field ♥ </div></center>
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In some dark part of his mind he registered her presence, her warmth as she curled up against the curvature of his massive form. For this reason massive tail would slowly drag through the dirt and wind its way around her to build a nest of sorts. It was how Diell had liked to sleep next to him... Maybe in his half asleep half awake state he thought it might be her returning to him. He wasn't conscious enough to register her scent... Just her warmth. He had never experienced a dream walker before despite Diell being one, so he had no defences against one. She would slip into his mind just as sleep dragged him down into a world of dreams. It was cold there, as it always was. He loved the cold, it was why he tried to stay to higher altitudes if at all possible. In his dream the world swirled, snow danced around in flurries though despite the raging storm it was calm for a one foot distance around him. For once his body temperature was the same as the outside and there was no fog that gathered around his mouth as cold break hit warm air. Ice was beginning to form crystals around his eyes, bone spurs, horns and nails. Every so often he would blink, dismissing the ice around his eyes but around bones the ice would crawl like frost on a window. 

For some time he would simply stand, head lowered as if dragged down by the sheer weight of massive horns. As always tail would lay limp and slack behind him. That was when it began. The world around him started to shake and quiver. At first it would start out slow, but it didn't take long for it to grow in intensity. Cracks began to grow in the mountain around him though at first only pebbles would skitter down from above. Despite the intensity of the quake the massive beast would not move, would not look away from what lay below though whatever it was was obscured by the cloud coverage below. Ears lay limp beside his head even as bigger chunks began to fall from above. Massive chunks of the mountain began to break off and fall around him but throughout it all nothing would change, he would simply remain rooted in place on his ledge, staring down at the world below. 
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