Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150724223316/@comment-24141785-20150725111259

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably throughout the entire night, flashbacks to his 'former life' plauging him. His eyes twitched throughout the night, as well as some mumbling; which could just about be connected to a scenario when close enough...



No...not here...not now.

Gabriel started trekking towards the hill, no sign of life to be seen. The sky was grey, clouded over. Blood soaked the grass, spilling over from the tree atop. He paced himself upwards, uneasy.

Not again...

The breton reached atop the hill, glancing outwards onto the landscape. War raged across, screams and cries echoing the sky. He slowly cocked his head sideways, glaring at the grave under the tree.

Here l-lies Anibbi Velaette...

Gabriel collapsed to his knees, buring his head in his hands. Her head leaned against the tombstone, the eyes following him.

"I betrayed you..." The head splurted, blood leaking from her mouth, "I'm so sorry..."

My mind is messing with me now...Her h-head was never there!

Blood spilled on the ground, spreading down the hill. The world around him started to fade black, the distance being dissolved by darkness.

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Gabriel clutchered his head, slowly pulling himself to his feet. He stood now outside his home, days before the incident.

''Why...? Why is this happening?''

The breton wandered over towards the door, the bricked mansion gleaming out from the rest of the houses. He pushed it open, gently closing it behind him.

''This was...what, 5 days before she died? Something isn't right, things seem...different.''

He headed towards the kitchen, seeing Anibbi in the distance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was coming, and walked over to her.

"Gabe...We need to talk. Now." The warmaiden demanded, gesturing for the breton to take a seat. Slightly hesitating, the breton did as he was 'ordered'.