Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-5583506-20150915011239

(And thus begins a true nightmare...)

Vasilius wandered through the snow-covered streets of Windhelm. He really never had gotten used to the Nordic lifestyle since he had moved so far up north from Cheydinhal. But he had no intention of ever moving back south. Not since he now had married a lovely Nord woman. Beri was her name. She had the most infectious smile he had ever encountered before. She was kind-hearted, beautiful and... with child... He couldn't have been happier.

Right now all he wanted was to get home, get his clothes off and crawl underneath some warm furs together with her and just fall asleep, knowing that he could probably call himself the luckiest man in Windhelm without feeling shame.

He opened the door to his home. "Sweetheart?" he said, smiling as he began to take his gloves off. "Are you home?"

He furrowed his brow. Something was defintiely not right here. The house didn't look the slightest like the home he was used to enter. It looked all too... clean? The windows had been polished and the floorboards of oak didn't even have a single layer of dust on them. In the dining hall the fireplace was alit and the long table had been prepared for a dinner fit for a royalty.

''I am... dreaming? ''he thought. I must be dreaming!

It looked as if someone had given his entire home a total makeover in wich they had carefully cleaned every little area and nook with a rag made out of washed silver. The rooms were literally sparkling with beauty and brilliance. Who needed to live in the Blue Palace, when there were homes that looked ten times better?

"Welcome home, sweetheart", said a seductive voice from inside the guest room.

Vasilius turned around and there she was. Beri Gold-Bringer... She was sitting inside on the couch dressed in a nightgown made out of wolf fur, looking at him with hungry eyes. A gaze he could never seem to get enough from.

"Hello there", he said as he began to breathe heavier, kicking off his boots.

"What took you so long?" she asked as got up from the couch, slowly walking towards him. "You never take this long to get home from the sawmill?"

"Sorry", he said, replying with a smile as he removed his scarf. "Did some overtime."

"You better. I was starting to think you had perhaps met somebody else."

He furrowed his brow again. "Why would you think that?"

"Because", she said and opened up her nightgown, letting it fall softly to the floor. "If you were, I had just the plan for winning you back."

He froze up as he looked her over. He could never stare himself satisfied at the sight of her naked body before him. Her elegant neck, her long hair running down her shoulders like two waterfalls of molten gold, her shapely breast; growing bigger for each passing week, and the yellow pubics between her soft thighs.

He struggled to breathe, struggled to contain his urges to just stride up towards her, kiss her deeply and run off with her to their bedroom for some passionate lovemaking.

My beloved wife, carrying my beloved child...

"See anything you like?" she giggled.

He nodded in confirmation. "If I see anything I like? Why? Is there something I am not supposed to like?"

She smirked and slowly started to walk towards him. For each step she took he felt how his heart began to pump faster and how he began to harden, bracing himself for the love he wanted to expose her to, to show her that she was everything in the world to him.

''To hell with Cyrodiil! I am staying right here...''

Her hips swayed and her plump breasts jiggled slightly as she came closer and closer, up until the point where she was standing face to face with him, looking up at him. "Do you truly love your wife?" she said in a voice as faint as a whisper.

Vasilius swallowed. "I do. I do!"

She smiled again. "Good. Because I just want to make one thing clear to you..." She pouted with her lips and leaned in closer to his face. "Love hurts..."

He closed his eyes and readied himself for the kiss, readied himself for yet another wonderful night together with his beloved wife. But the kiss wasn't as wet and warm as he had hoped for. It was... cold... and painful... and... something else...

When he opened his eyes he began to realise that the beautiful home he had entered slowly dissolved before his very eyes, faded into the distance and beyond existence itself.

''What is going on? ''he reflected. ''Come back! That is my home!''

The enviroment around him was slowly shifting; reverting itself back into the old, dusty and unclean house he called home. An all too familiar home. Beri was nowhere to be seen, but her kiss was still aching. But not against his lips. She had placed the kiss on his throat. He could still feel its wetness. He touched the place where her exotic touch had tasted of him. It ached... and when he removed his fingers he slowly became aware of the fact that they were colored red. Looking down he realised that blood was pumping out of his throat, gushing out.

He tried to scream out, but his vocal cords were cut off. Blood filled his lungs and caused him to wheeze and slowly drown in his own bodily fluids. A knife glimmered past him as he felt the presence of someone standing behind him.

"I ate your wife", a voice growled lowly in his ear. "But now I am hungry again... Can you die a bit faster?"

And Vasilius complied. Not because of his cut jugular, but because of the fact that his wife was... dead? His unborn child dead? He didn't understand... He would never understand...

Cat yawned as she woke up from her healthy sleep. Not a single nightmare man had appeared during her well-deserved rest. Rikki was lying with her weary head on her chest, drooling and snoring.

"Ugh", murmured Cat with a disgusted groan and kissed the Khajiit behind the ear, causing Rikki to fly up.

"What? Are we being attacked?!"

"No, silly", said Cat. "But your pretty little butt is about to get smacked if I don't see you dressed within the next five minutes. We are going on a house hunt today."