Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-25828117-20190224030949

Graicus ran. Spear in hand, kept straight by his side while the gladiator exerted himself in a dynamic pursuit of the white stag.

The trees flashed by as blurry lines that shot up into the sky without end. These trees were primordial and ancient, their thick snaking roots and immense girth betraying their age. bushes brushed and swished against the hunter as he ran straight through them. There was no path here, he had to keep an eye on the ground as well as his prey.

the hunter could feel the pain of running long and hard in his heart and spleen, but it was a good kind of pain, it was exhilarating in fact.

He had long since stopped calling out towards the beast for it to stop. He needed to control his breathing, adapt.

The stag meanwhile seemed to relish in the chase as well. Ever so often it would stop to look round and see how Graicus was doing. If animals could smirk, this stag did as it led the hunter deeper and deeper into the forest.

Graicus knew the creature was toying with him, and took that into account.

As the deer stopped to turn and look once more Graicus lifted the arm holding the spear up, ready to launch it like a javelin of death and strike true when all of a sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw someone standing there. The distraction caused a miscalculation in trajectory and the spear was flung wide off the mark.

The deer was gone and Svieva stood at the side, golf-clapping infuriatingly with that all-knowing smirk on her face.

"You." She merely shrugged as if it were too evident to point out.

Graicus was about to approach her, to finally and truly speak his mind about her when he noticed a giant black bear standing behind her. It was enormous. A monster with fur like shadow and claws just as dark that glistened in the pale moonlight.

"Svieva! Watch out!"

Before he had even finished that exclamation she was gone and another voice spoke up. A familiar voice.

"I won't let you go to waste."

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Graicus' eyes shot open. There was almost a continuity from the dreaming world to the real one when he found himself lying down in grass, the smell of it almost identical as that in the dream.

The sound of a camp busy with activity filled his ears. The sound of wood being chopped somewhere and the hum of soldiers talking over breakfast was ever present.

The gladiator got up and rubbed his eyes when he suddenly came to a startling realization:

''Now hold on... You can't smell dreams...''