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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:36 pm
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It was not often that Pokerus could tell she was dreaming, but with the bright circle of heat that blazed down on her and the fact she was wearing some super bad a** threads, it was pretty obvious she wasn't awake.
She took a a moment to admire the suit of armor she wore, perhaps a little overkill considering it covered every single part of her body. Arms moved, tail flicked, feeling the weight and testing the limits of her mobility. She didn't admire it too long as it was hard not to spot the semi-covered boil standing in front of her, the light thankfully keeping her from seeing more then she needed to.
"....Uhhh...." Was the first thing that was said, then she was flinching, fin ears pressed backwards as if it would keep out the booming voice. "...GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO...THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW THIS IS A DREAM." She shouted back to keep with the theme. "...WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES."
A thought occurred to her, the dragon looking at her armored hand. "....Am I wearing your Armor?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 8:49 pm
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"Then the feeling is consensual!" Wait, wha-
- There was an extremely bright flash of light brighter than any convenient lens flare that blinded dream-Pokerus for a second. When her eyes finally focused, in her hands would be a beautiful golden-hilted sword, lighter than any weapon she could have possibly ever held.
Out of nowhere materialized a beautiful apex minipet shaped like a pure white stallion. It was a dream so really, why not. Sure it was kind of like riding a specifically Elder Conquest horseman, especially as the horse revealed itself to be clothed in gorgeous gold and blue armour, but the most important part was it wasn't. A horseman that was. Or maybe it was.
"Ride me," whispered the not-horseman and definitely apex minipet. The sword chimed in her mind, it agreed.
In the distance, which was originally covered by mostly an uncreative dream-sun, the landscape unfolded, revealing bright, lush green fields and a castle at the top of a hill.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 4:24 pm
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The feelings she sensed coming from the mount felt warm and familiar, reminding her of another dream, one with people who needed her, whom she swore to protect.
A toothy grin spread across her face, the confidence a intoxicating sensation, filling her with determination.
The next gate gave her pause, her memories stirring. Something didn't sit right with her, but she pushed it aside. In her hands was the mighty sword of Excalibur, a powerful force that in her mind could vanquish all evil, was the very meaning of the word good. She need not fear it's judgment.
Pokerus held the sword aloft, ready to follow the sword and do what was right.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 11:43 pm
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And finally, steadily, the majestic white steed slowed to a halt, as the path became a very obvious, single route.
There was one final gate standing between Pokerus and what the sword insisted was her destiny on the other side. It was a massive gate, covered in what could only be explained as butterflies. Each one flickered, and as they brushed against her, revealed a memory, distinct and unique. One of her own memories. They gathered together, as thick as black paint, simple and delicate.
"Go ahead" pressed the sword, for it was indeed Excalibur, the legendary sword, "Break the gate."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 12:08 am
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With the mighty steed coming to a standstill, Pokerus looked ahead at the next obstacle on the path, another gate to impede their journey.
But this one was different. Instead of impenetrable vines, she was faced with...butterflies? They danced upon the air, each one as nonthreatening as a insect could be, one straying closer to her.
It showed her a memory of when was but a hatchling upon her first day at preschool, a little nervous but curious as to what she would find at this new place.
The butterflies converged on the gate, barring their way, leaving the dragon to wonder as the sword urged her forwards, of what would happen if she would break the gate, attack these tiny creatures that held her memories?
There was one possibility, and it was concerning...but then how could she doubt the word of Excalibur who she believed in?
She pushed away her concerns and held the sword above her head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 8:38 pm
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The butterflies didn't part, they shrieked, a noise that sounded like the agony of a thousand memories, and then parted.
Pokerus woke up.
The first thing she noticed was it was dark. It wasn't just dark, it was strange and isolated, and as she got up, she realized she could not remember her name. If she tried to think how she had gotten there, she could not remember either. Her own body felt strange, foreign, and around her was just just a horizon of grey.
Every fibre of her Fear protested with any movement, as if she had strained herself beyond any of her capabilities. Now, her vision was focusing, and she could see tree branches and fog, so much fog, and she knew what they were but not what they meant.
The only memory was a foreign voice asking her for its true name, and even that name was lost.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:46 pm
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The more she walked, the more the fog parted, thinning, turning into a scorched, grey landscape. The soil crumbled under her feet, unstable, the smell of something putrid following her every step.
The first change in scenery she encountered was what looked like a charred log oddly in a humanoid shape. It had one branch raised up, like curled, electrified fingers, but the form itself was too mutilated to make it out. The more she walked the more of these strange logs surrounded her, some even sporting human-like lumps of where a head should be, some having stumps of legs, others with all limbs in tact.
The smell was overwhelming.
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