Sweet dreams are made of these...

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf doesn't seem interested in attacking him, at least. After a few more token growls, it settles back on the bed, chewing up the doll once more. ]

[heresyandlace]

[that is reassuring. the wolf settles down, Tek comes around to the present, and he absolutely does not touch that doll arm again. He nudges it a little closer to the animal with the toe of his boot but doesn't pick it up.

and as he paces toward the middle of the room, he points at the doll in the wolf's jaws.]

You missed a spot.

[chew the hell out of that thing until it's totally destroyed, buddy.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf jumps down from the bed, landing solidly on all fours. He circles around Tek for a moment, still growling low and warning. He then snatches up the little arm, hoppinh back onto the bed to chew it to pieces with the remnants of the doll.

It's ok he's gonna murder it super good. ]

[heresyandlace]

[he still needs a minute to process some of this--at least before he goes and pokes around through some of the other trinkets here. he's got a few things on his mind.

so, he finds a nice bit of wall to lean on where he can see most of the room while he settles, and just watches the wolf for a minute.]

...So, what are you going to do when you've gone and chewed that thing to bits?

You're going to have to find something else to mangle, hmm?

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf gives a soft 'wuff' in amusement, shaking the little doll violently, stuffing flying everywhere. He honestly doesn't care so long as he can murder this little doll REAL GOOD. ]

[heresyandlace]

[you know, he can appreciate that kind of work ethic. and it really answers a lingering question on his mind.]

...You're not wearing a collar anymore, I see.

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf SNARLS around his prize, glowering at Tek. No, no he absolutely does NOT wear a collar any more. If anyone tries to put one on him again, they would be sorry. They learned that on Mor. ]

[heresyandlace]

[well, that answers that. he's curious about who this animal represents now, since he doesn't remember a wolf being in the fleet. the only person he remembers having a penchant for lupine things was the one who painted murals all over the interior of his ship, but he is long gone.

so, while he ponders and looks for more clues as to whose room this could be, he wanders over to the bottle of glowing liquid on the windowsill... because that is just the sort of thing to catch his eye.]

Well, for what it's worth... I hope you were able to maul that 'doll' wherever it is you came from, and not only in your head.

[and with that, he picks up the bottle to inspect closer.]

TW: everything

[wolfuncaged]

[Definitely not that wolf.

This wolf was totally able to maul the heck out of that doll in real life and it was the best. And that...that bottle was a terrible choice on his part.

The room spins and changes and he's stuck in a memory. This one is a little different. He's in a dark, stone-walled room. He's chained to the floor. There is pain. Dull and creeping, like ice trickling through his veins. Everything else is...fuzzy. The edges of the room blur. Voices can be heard, but they seem distant and muffled, even if the shapes of the bodies they are coming from are nearby, in amongst the blurs. ]

"----surprised he's still standing. Can't even---"

[A deeper mumble. Different.]

"----gives me the spooks. Like a blighted animal, he bit---"

"---supposed to be the point, I think----"

[Another voice cuts in. This one is clear as a bell, and everything sharpens a touch in response to hearing it. Absolute obedience. Your master's voice. ]

"Have we quite finished? We have to continue."

[They mumble assent, and his face appears in front of yours for a moment. There's no concern there, he gives a smirk, possessive and proud and with just an undercurrent of lust. If you don't die tonight, you'll be expected in his bedchamber. He'll want to use you tonight.

The thought doesn't come with any fear or disgust, just a dull-minded acknowledgement. It's what's expected of you. You don't think much of anything after that though, because the process continues and suddenly all you can feel is AGONY. It's blinding and tearing and rips into you, mind, body and soul. It's like fire and ice at the same time, grasping to your skin and sinking, like claws, into your veins. There's a deep humming sound, a strange blue glow (the same as the one in the bottle) and you belatedly realise it's your chest. The markings being carved there without pause or mercy.

You scream until you're hoarse. You pass out a couple of times, hoping each time will bring death and peace. It never does, though, and soon your body is jolted out of it in intense agony all over again.

Tek is fortunate he's pulled out now. This would have gone on for hours. Now, though, he's back in the room, and the wolf is pacing agitatedly across the floor, growling. ]