Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-5583506-20191016225544

Kashya slid down from the roof and landed on a balcony. She rarely had dreams, and when she did, it was always recurring nightmares about her childhood. About firm hands holding her down, tugging at her clothes and tearing them to shreds. Her very being aching as it was forcefully entered and shredded from the inside until she felt like she had been hollowed out completely. Maybe there was some metaphorical truth to that, but she didn't care about profound insight or prophetic visions. The future was unclear, but death was always a certainty.

This dream however had been quite strange. It hadn't been a nightmare exactly, but it had opposed regular dream patterns, and yet she couldn't memorize a single detail as to what had made it so spectacular.

She made her way downstairs, seeing as people were already up and about. Once more she lacked any appetite, but then again she had never been big on food.