Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140907172847/@comment-4363162-20140910094252

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Varg had fallen asleep and so had Mara. He dreamed that he was out chasing wildlife in the woods in his wolf form. Then suddenly the landscape changed and he found himself standing in front a pleasant cottage. A rabbit was stuck between his jaws. How he had managed to catch he it, he didn't reflect over.

It is a dream after all,  the wolf thought.

"That's where you are right!" laughed the monster by his side.

"Oh, thanks, Sidion!" he said and smiled to his brother who was busy feasting on the city of Vivec in a miniature scale.

"Anytime!" said Sidion and suddenly flew high up in the air, aiming for Masser and Secunda.

Both moons were out even if it was in pure daylight.

"Just another beautiful day", sighed the wolf and knocked on the door with his head.

The door opened, revealing a livid Mara with a big belly. "Where have you been, you miserable wretch!" she growled and hit the wolf hard over the head with an oversized cooking pot. "You are late for Vaniel's and Maren's birthdays!"

"I forgot that it was today", he replied.

''They are sharing the same birthday nowadays? Those kids sure make up a lot of weird shit...''

Mara hit him over the head again. "And when will you deliver this baby for me?"

"Uhm, when you give birth?"

"Bah!" she patted herself on the big stomach. "You are completely useless as my second husband! Dracius think so too. Aint that right, sugar?"

"That's for damn sure!" said Dracius from inside the cottage and was smoking on Varg's favorite pipe.

Varg snarled at the Breton. ''He is gonna use my last good tobacco! ''

Another slap hit his face, this time from the seemingly dead rabbit in his mouth. "Wake up, asshole!" said the animal. "This is all a dream! But you already knew that so why didn't you wake up?"

Varg grunted and opened up his eyes. He was still sitting on the park bench with Mara sleeping in his lap. He rubbed his head.

"Strange fucking things are happening these days", he mutterd and wiped the sleep from his eyes. (Man's been hitting the skooma, I see.)