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Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 7, 2020 22:34:33 GMT -5
The quiet melody of sleep soft voices in the night played as a lullaby to his overworked mind. It had been three days and four nights since he'd gotten a proper wink of rest. The hallucinations had started to take effect earlier in the day; simple optic projections that left him with an upset stomach and distressed spirit. Despite his physical and mental discomfort, he had yet to succumb to a black out, more out of rigid stubbornness than any actual ability. His vision tunneled for a moment as he gazed at the den wall, illuminated partially by the moonshine filtering in. He was so tired. All the same, he couldn't afford to lose himself to slumber, despite the idea of it already soothing his frazzled nerves like calm waters on the shore. He didn't want to have the dream again.
He never spoke with anyone about it: not his adoptive mother, Opulentoubliette, though he doubted anyone would actually fault him for it. Opulentoubliette was not a nurturing person in the first place. She danced in and out of his life like the waves, gliding in only to pull back again. Speaking to Graythorn wasn't an option, even though his position as healer of the clan obligated him by duty to tend to the apprentice if he plucked up the nerve to approach. The gray tom wasn't an approachable person. He would rather deal with his issues on his own than be made to feel trivial. Though the rest of his clan were kind and handled his random conversation invitations and impromptu mingling, he wasn't close enough with any of them to feel secure in voicing his increasingly crumbling mental health.
So he remained awake.
Only this night, as he continued to stare mindlessly at the den wall, he wasn't given a choice.
With a heavy sigh and eyelids falling shut, he, after such a long battle, was overcome.
Blinking his eyes open and startling upright, he allowed himself a moment to acclimate to his surroundings and promptly chided himself fiercely for his recklessness. The forest was green and lively, the dirt beneath his pads soft and smelled of sandalwood and decaying leaves. There had just recently been rainfall, as was evident by the petrichor in the air and the puddles spattered upon the path he had been laying on. Dread seized his heart and his stomach tightened uncomfortably with anxiety.
He was back. After fighting for so long, he was back, and he didn't know how long he'd be stuck here this time.
Swallowing, he glanced behind himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything. No trees, no undergrowth, not even darkness. The image behind him simply didn't register. The only choice was to move forward. Taking a deep breath, he started down the long, winding path that disappeared further into the forest. Soft golden light seemed to emanate somewhere further down the trail, just beyond the bend, but every time he took the turn, he was faced with the same sight. Endlessly chasing something that may not even be there.
But it is there.
He shook his head. "It'll be alright, you'll find your way out and when you do, it'll be morning and you can get up and go about your day like the world's worst nightmare didn't happen."
He swallowed once more and quickened his pace. Perhaps if he moved fast enough, he could outsmart the light and catch it. It was with that thought, as he kicked up his speed and focused in on the golden light, that instead of shifting away from him at the last moment like it had for seemingly the last several days in this unknown realm, it moved forward at a blazing rate. It was a forced game of chicken and he couldn't back out. Shutting his eyes tight, he braced himself for impactโ only to find that the dirt beneath his pads had turned to stone, the sound of the leaves in the trees was gone, and there was a warmth emanating from all around him, as though the air itself was trying to give him a hug.
Opening blue eyes, nausea nearly caused his stomach acid to rise up his throat.
The labyrinth was waiting before him, far down the hill he stood upon, lit by the sun off in the distance. The picture it always was, forever lit in golden light. The wind buffeted his fur and he tensed, suddenly brutally attacked with the chill.
As was customary, an unknown voice, accompanied by a teasing lilt, spoke all around him โ in front, behind, off to the side, within: You have until the sun sets to solve the labyrinth or you'll become one of us, forever.
Fracturedpaw shut his eyes as tight as he could, until the action grew painful and he started to see dots of colors in the dark behind his lids. "Wake up. Wake up!"
Edited Dec 7, 2020 22:35:48 GMT -5 By ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ
"You look awake to me." a soft voice spoke, cutting through the tom's thoughts. When he opened his eyes he would see a small chocolate calico, her downy kitten fluff making her look more like a toy than an actual cat. She stared up at the ginger tom, a curious gleam shining in her blue eyes as she regarded him for the moment. She tilted her head first left then right as if the apprentice standing before her were a puzzle before turning around to face the labyrinth. If the tiny kit was intimidated at all the the behemoth of a maze that stood before them she didn't show it.
"Is that what you're so scared of?" she asked glancing over her shoulder and craning her neck to look at the SummerClan tom. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
When Sablekit had gone to sleep that night she had no idea were she would wake. This time it had been a twisting forest path that she was obviously meant to follow, so she did. She followed the path until the trees began to thin and the earth turned to stone under her paws and she was met with stone walls that stretched clear into the sky as far as she could see.
She would of been afraid had it not been for the soft melody drawing her in like the pied piper playing a tune just for her. Only it seemed to be leading her nowhere, every twist and turn only confused her even more as time passed but she didn't care. It wasn't until she had ended up right back where she'd started and heard a new voice that she'd snapped out of whatever trance she's been in and found herself standing in front of the strange tom.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 8, 2020 0:37:19 GMT -5
Horror could not be explained more plainly than in an ice cold wave crashing upon him and filling his veins with cardice. His heart seemed to stop for what felt like eternity, though was truly only a skip, and his breathing shortened. Swallowing thickly, he lifted his head, eyes opening against his wishes, and shook slightly at the sight of her. She was only a small kit and had to be several moons younger than himself, yet she had the power to envelope him in such fear that he couldn't form words.
Blinking wide blue eyes, as though if he did it enough times she'd vanish, he shifted back and sat down, shaking legs unable to bear his weight. "Why are you here? Did he send you? Are you one of them?" So many questions filled his brain, and yet all the same he didn't truly desire any of the answers. Ignorance is bliss, as they say, but that didn't stop him from continuing to blurt out the first thoughts that came to mind. This time, however, they were charged with unreasonable fury. He didn't like being called out when he was vulnerable, didn't like being made to face his fears all the more. She was speaking as though it was nothing, and perhaps to her, it was. That didn't change the fact that when he turned to gaze at the labyrinth once more, anxiety chewed at his gut and made him quiver.
"It was designed that way. No matter where you go, what you do, it won't let you leave. You're trapped here, a prisoner, until you meet your only escape." Death, a voice inside him whispered and he blinked away pooling tears at the dark chuckle that resonated throughout his head. "But you already knew that. You're one of the creatures under his control. One of his goblins."
He bared his teeth. "I won't end up like you! I won't!"
In any other situation, he wouldn't have acted this way with anyone, especially someone so much younger. He adored the kits in his clan and spent every moment he could afford to play with them and teach them what he knew. He blamed the fear that was taking hold of his heart for his behavior, yet there was a part of him, one that didn't even have his voice, that whispered: Are you so sure?
Of all the reactions Sablekit had been expecting that was not one of them. Instinctively the she-kit's ears flattened against her head as she visibly flinched at his words. Sure she was used to the other kits teasing her when she shared the dreams she'd had with them, and normally she would of shrugged it off like water rolling of a duck's back but, what did it mean when the fictitious characters in her dreams thought the same thing of her?
"Oh yeah!? Well I won't end up like you either!" she shouted back, puffing up just a tiny bit as she regained some of her courage. "I'm not afraid of goblins or whatever else is in there! This is my dream and nothing can hurt me here" she said defiantly. With a determined lash of her tail the small kit turned on her heels and darted back into the labyrinth without so much as a glance to see if the tom would follow her.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 8, 2020 1:15:30 GMT -5
Guilt sucker punched him in the heart for a moment before panic seized him and he let out a choked off sound, hurrying after her. Though he didn't trust her, there was a part of him who still saw her as young, innocent and easily overtaken. Plus, there was that bizarre comment she'd thrown at him before she scurried away... Whether she was real or not, she had played to his weakness and he was concerned for her.
"Hey! Little goblin! Er, little kit! Whatever your name is, don't just go in there! Something could be in there that'll eat you!"
Fracturedpaw clenched his jaw and pushed himself harder so that he could pull up in front of her and stop. She was small, but she was fast. He was larger and faster, though, and used that to his advantage.
"What's wrong with you? On what planet does your kind just run out into the unknown without a care? Do you want to be killed?" He growled at her, more out of worry and fear than any true anger. He shook his ginger tabby pelt out and turned back toward the way they came, then the path they were set on. "It's too late now. We're already in here, so there's no going back."
He looked down at her, blue eyes narrowed. "We'll continue, but we're doing this my way. Real or not, I'm not letting you get hurt on my watch. I don't need that on my conscience."
"I'm not a goblin! my name is Sablekit, and I'm completely real" she informed him. Darting underneath him she ran under his belly until she was once again in the lead. "Seeing as we're both cats and I was here first I'll lead the way. Besides how do I know you're even real. you're probably the one trying to trick me." If this was the game he wanted to play then she would play it, but not by his rules.
"Besides if I am a goblin what do you care if I get eaten? then you won't have to worry about me tricking you into becoming one of them or bringing you to him" she paused tilting her head back to look at him.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 8, 2020 1:36:43 GMT -5
Blue eyes narrowed at her claim and he lifted his chin. Not a goblin, huh? I'll be the judge of that. A dark chuckle sounded in his mind, the tone unfamiliar to him in a familiarly uncomfortable way and he shook his head to free himself of the black smoke that threatened to send him back into panic.
"I'm completely real! I know that because I've been here longer than you have. Literally." He glanced at her small stature pointedly, as if to remind her of her youth. "I've never seen you here before until now." He trailed off, worrying his cheek with his teeth as he thought it over. Why would she suddenly be here, after moons of his nights being tortured by this place? It had to have been a method of his to let his guard down.
He tilted his head. Then you won't have to worry about me tricking you into becoming one of them or bringing you to him. His eyebrows raised and he began to fantasize what a world like that would look like. "Fair point," he mused with a small smirk. Laughter chimed somewhere around him โ within him? โ and a dreadfully velvet voice spoke from everywhere.
You and I are not so unalike.
He grit his teeth. "He- They- It's... It doesn't matter, it's bad luck to mention them or him. Just forget about it." He shook himself and followed her without objection. "Let's just move. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to." He glanced behind himself quickly before returning his attention to the path ahead. He glanced to his side.
"I've never had this dream before" she admitted. "But you're wrong, I was here before you showed up. I walked in here but couldn't figure out how to get in. I just ended up right back where I started and this time you were here too." the white and brown she-cat was nowhere near as jumpy as her companion.
"You really don't have to worry. Nothing can actually hurt you here. Have you ever so much as stepped on a thorn, and you haven't been eaten yet either so what is there to be afraid of? Other than melting, it's so hot in here" she complained derailing her own topic of conversation as she lead them randomly through the maze. There was no rhyme nor reason, no method to her madness as she took the turns and paths at random.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 8, 2020 2:41:43 GMT -5
"I..."
He slowed his steps, looking after her as he thought over her monologue. Had he encountered anything that actually resulted in pain? Discomfort, yes, but had he actually been hurt by anything? If this was a dream, why was he so afraid?
It's the unknown that concerns you.
He clenched his eyes shut. The unknown would scare anyone. Putting a name to the dark can help you sleep at night. But if this was his dream, why did he not know anything? Couldn't you control your dreams?
A growl reverberated around him and his eyes shot open. Normally fear would spike in him at that sound, but his track of thought had him stilling. Control. Perhaps that was what kept him stuck here. He couldn't control anything. But maybe he could.
Another growl sounded and he flinched. I'm too scared.
As soon as he acknowledged his own vulnerability, he felt a rumbling beneath his paws and he froze, eyes widening. Glancing up at Sablekit's form, he was only given a chance to exhale sharply before the stones beneath his paws shifted and he was in a completely different part of the labyrinth. Looking around himself, he noticed two things right away.
1) He had never been in this part of the labyrinth before.
The most surprising part about Fracturedpaw suddenly vanishing on her was how quietly it had happened. One moment they had been walking and chatting and the next thing she knew she was completely alone in some unknown part of the labyrinth. She wasn't even sure if they had even made any progress and now she wasn't sure if they ever would at this rate.
"Haha very funny Fracturedpaw." she said in mock amusement. "You can come out now." She'd be lying if she wasn't just the tiniest bit annoyed with her companion ditching her but it was short lived as she let out a sigh of acceptance. "Or i'll come find you, that works too" she said allowed to herself and whomever might be listening.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 12, 2020 18:29:30 GMT -5
Golden eyes glared after her retreating form, shadow seeming to stick to his ginger pelt. He tilted his head, gaze narrowing minutely, and the stone beneath her paws began to tremble and creak in the same ominous way.
Where she had found herself with an unwelcome shadow, she now faced a foreboding opponent. His bulky frame filled the slight corridor of the labyrinth, and though he was still several foxlengths away, his presence loomed like a predator over her fragile being.
โSablekit.โ A velvety voice greeted, tone low, soothing, but with a hint of amusement and teasing that spoke of the mischievous ire the specter across from her could possess. His voice echoed throughout the corridor, slid along the walls, spun around her ears, and if it were not for his open mouth as he spoke, one may think it was the wind.
Any normal kit might of been intimidated by the towering cat before her but, Sablekit was far from normal and if anything this strange dream proved it. Instead of cowering she puffed up in defiance taking a step towards the ginger tom, her tail lashing to and fro behind her as she got within a whisker's length of the stranger.
"Well if I'm being honest it looks a bit dull, it could use a bit of a touch up."
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 12, 2020 18:44:06 GMT -5
The gingerโs whiskers twitched in amusement, but the spark in those golden eyes spoke of the fury ignited in him by her words. He was a proud tom who had built a sprawling kingdom. Her lack of fear or awe was of the highest offense. He took a step forward and as he did so, the stones beneath her paws shifted again, and in the blink of an eye he was no longer foxtails away from her, but a mere one.
In closer range, he was ever taller than her, gazing down at the she-kit like a dragon would at a most infuriating burglar.
โIs that so? And now?โ
With a flick of his tail, the golden light โ that seemingly had no origin โ that filtered through the corridors and offered what comfort it could died away until the two stood across from one another in the dark. Any other time and that wouldnโt have meant a single thing, but the walls began to grow closer to one another, golden eyes the only things illuminating the darkness.
