Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191230050209/@comment-7262318-20191230161817

Shrava sat out by the meadows, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to relax. Yet, even in this place that was entirely free of evil, she could find no peace. Baldr's death had forced her to once again think about the subject of many nightmares and panics; Garran's death.

She had envisioned every possible outcome. His eyes rolled back into his head while his lifeless corpse lay in her arms. Chained to a wall while Delusul himself mercilessly ripped him apart. More recently, Sretnuh dragging him down to hell. And herself would just sit there, powerless to stop any of it from happening...

That Khajiit. The one she had seen during the boat ride to Eleswyr. He appeared before her for only a moment, before disappearing again. She had no time to make out any features, but she knew that it was him. This had happened a handful of times now. Her eyes would be closed, he would be there, and gone again in an instant, leaving her with a multitude of questions but no answers.

This time, as he disappeared, something took his place. She could also not make this creature out, but she could see two blue eyes and some sort of pattern streaking across its fur hide. It lept out at her with a roar, its fangs bared and claws outstretched to claim her. Her eyes shot open and she tumbled over, clawing at nothing but air as she returned to reality.

She lay on the ground for just a moment, breathing heavily and glancing around at the clouds floating above. Quietly, she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up to her feet. However, it was then that she realized something was wrong. Her hand, usually a grey color with some small patches of singed fur, was now as black as night. There was a small line, an unnaturally bright color of blue, wrapping around her thumb and running across the back of her hand.

She looked around, trying to get a bearing on her surroundings.