Re: Eames/Rey/Atticus/Manning: the B&B
Stood on the edge of the circle, arms crossed over his chest. Bruised face was set in a serious scowl of a look. Knew the circle wouldn't hurt anyone. Was a simple protection circle; knew it was harmless. But recent events had made him worry about using it at all. Was probably less resilient than one he'd usually make. Frowned. Concerned, but then Rey put the clock together from a distance, and nothing exploded.
Brief moment. Was about to step away. "Well. Looks as if nothing-"
But then the memory hit. Stood his ground, despite how uncomfortable that made his injured leg. Stood.
The room faded away to become a thick wood. Dark. It was late at night, but the time was impossible to decipher, since the moon wasn't visible through the seemingly infinite canopy of pines overhead.
Was running from something. Could hear it breathing. Looked over his shoulder, and could just make out the jagged, white headstones of a cemetary. But he already knew the cemetary was there. Was looking to see if the thing pursuing him was still pursuing him.
He couldn't see anything back there, but he could hear the heavy footfalls of something large. He could hear the branches and twigs snapping. If he looked left or right, he could see the sluggish movement of the cemetary's inhabitants.
"Why did I-" he began, but his words were cut off by a snarl, a growl, as he slid to a stop in front of a ravine. Rocks tumbled downward, and he backed up toward the muzzle of something big, hard, furred and smelling thickly of musk and blood. OK. So this was how it ended.
The yelp was loud, but whatever slammed into the creature and shoved it to the ground, that was louder, harder.
He fell to his hands and knees, footing lost a few feet away from where the two animals were fighting. They were both huge, wolves, and not the type humans visited at ill-funded zoos. The haunches were nearly to his shoulders, or they would be if the wolves were standing. The wolves weren't standing. They were fighting, snarling, incisors dripping red.
Pushed himself to his feet. Ran.
Ran until the room was around him once again, the circle on the ground visible at the tips of his toes. Looked around. Made sure everyone was there. Then stepped back and sagged against the desk, hands on the wood.