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and I will tear you asunder

It was in the lamp-flickered darkness, the worn stone walls, the engulfing silence, the musty scent of knowledge years past. It permeated the solemn entity that stood tall against the surrounding prairie. Tonight, it seemed so much more quiet, so much more void of everything. All life had been scattered away from the walls of the imposing Court's grand keep - no birds flew through the quiet night, no bugs buzzed around the flickering lamps lining the walls, no sentient being dared whisper their presence with their footsteps.


Except one.

Buried deep within the Court, in a room that most have long since forgotten how to traverse to, he lay. Legs pressed underneath him, the Regent of Denocte slept in a deep haze, worn ragged from the nights prior. It was a restful slumber, devoid of both nightmares and typical dreams.

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But the visions, oh the visions! How wonderful, how splendid, how vivid, how bright!

In the depths of his mind, she was there. Her skin reflected the allure of the deep night sky, her eyes a void darker than any black hole within the galaxy. Her hooves were harder than any diamond and blacker than any onyx - but did they even touch the worn stone of the grand keep? The hair that graced the strong crest of her neck - borne heavy with the weight of the world and the hatred of her siblings - wafted elegantly and weightlessly, surrounding her form like a haze. Star-like shimmers reflected across her pelt, and her manifestation was as ephemeral as it was solid.

She was glorious, beautiful, but oh so bitter. The resentment that exploded within her heart continued to radiate as an immense presence. It tightened his muscles, made him shift uncomfortably within his slumber. In his mind, she was standing over him, a vision so bright it was blinding.. her existence all-consuming.

Even in his dreams, he mirrored his physical position - prone on the floor, unable to stand with a figure so commanding bearing down over him. Her eyes felt like they were boring a hole into the depths of his soul. But the bitterness was coupled by a sweet tenderness, and as Caligo bent her head down to him, her lips touched his ear.

An explosion of pain would consume him, and he would forget how to breathe for seconds that felt like hours. It felt as if his insides were being shredded, and along with the pain came the bright flashes of his history past. It gripped him, immobilized his limbs, and spread like a wildfire rapidly inwards. The agony found its center, tightened around his heart and choked him, threatening to break the slumber..


Until she breathed.

Caligo's breath pushed away the pain and agony, and in his hazy stupor, it felt hot along the nape of his neck. "Make my name eternal like you now are," she whispered. "Make it dark like the void."

In an instant, the vision ended - her bitter presence fleeting. All she left in her wake was more questions than answers, and a sweat-soaked red and bay creature, crumpled on the floor of a quiet room.

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@Camdis' fell asleep within the library walls of the Night Court and was visited in his dreams by what he may interpret as Caligo herself. The pain he experienced is his mortal form 'shedding,' revealing his immortality that has now frozen him at his current age. 

Camdis may interpret the dreams as a vision from the gods, but please be aware no 'confirmed' contact was made! He is free to interpret the words spoken in his dreams however he wishes, and you may choose if he is 'aware' of his immortality or not.

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