Thread : Nightmare
Who: Daniel Dyami and OPEN When: Sunday / Monday, middle of the night Where: outside, near Ladon House
Daniel sat upright in his bed, waking suddenly. His first thought was of the scream, someone had screamed and it had woken him. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was covered in sweat. His unencumbered hand was clutching bedsheet. Then he remembered what it was. The one screaming had been him.
The nightmare had been so real, so vivid. It had started with a storm, a powerful thunderstorm. It was the kind of storm Daniel would have never flown through, but he was doing so now, trying to get back to his family. The wind and rain was battering him and he was narrowly avoiding the lightning strikes. As he neared home, he saw something, someone, in the distance. A man, even though he was far off, he could see Daniel too, and was watching him. He looked as if he were cloaked in the night sky. Daniel was distracted by him, and that was when he felt it, pain searing through him. He looked to his wing to see a spear-like arrow of silver sticking through it. Terror filled his being as he began to fall. He looked down and saw the shooter, a man, armored like a Roman soldier, armed with an impossibly huge bow. He'd had the face of a snarling wolf, brutal, evil. Daniel was falling down toward the wolf-man soldier. The predator looked up at him, his head much too large for his body now. He opened his mouth, exposing his sharp teeth, ready to tear him apart.
It obviously hadn't been real, not even realistic, really, but it had felt, seemed, so real. Daniel felt wide awake now and needed to shake off the fear he was still feeling. He threw the bedsheets off from him and sat up, putting his feet on the floor. He slid them into a pair of flip flops. He'd been sleeping in a pair of grey cotton pajama pants, so he didn't bother changing before leaving out of his room. Daniel got himself a bottled water and headed outside. Maybe a change of scenery would help him clear his head.
The first thing he noticed as he stepped outside into the darkness was the heat. Even in the middle of the night, it felt hot, uncomfortable. He scowled as he worked open his water and took a drink from it. Daniel looked up at the moon. It was about a week from being full. He wasn't looking forward to it, his first full moon since his injury. He wondered if it would be painful. He hadn't tried to turn since he'd been shot and had broken his arm / wing so badly. He felt nervous about having the change forced upon him. A movement caught his eye suddenly and Daniel felt a brief reappearance of his earlier fear as he realized he wasn't alone.