07-08-2010, 03:40 AM
Taityn Emryson, dreamwalker, was out for his nightly stroll, though his type of nightly stroll was much different than the average mundanes, heck even the average Arcane's nightly strool. No Tait did not go for a walk down a boring street, instead he roamed through peoples dreams, enjoying seeing what crazy thing people could dream up. Though as a general rule Tait did avoid entering nightmares, he always found it particulary hard to avoid interefering in those. Especially when they were the nightmares of a child, but Tait had taken an oath when he turned to the Order, he had promised that he would not interefere willy nilly in the dreams of others, unlike dreamwalkers of the Chaos. So when he found himself in the middle of a nightmare, drawn there by some inexplicable reason, Tait was shocked. He looked around, knowing from the feel of the dream it was a nightmare, but not certain what it was about. Tait wandered through the empy hall looking for the creator of the dream, now that he was here determined to investigate. What he found was a young teenager, surround by threatening statues that were covered in blood, he almost stepped forward to rescue the girl when he noticed she held a sword. He grinned, it seemed this girl was no weakling, he stopped to watch, curious to see how this dream would unfold.
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