Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140212141252/@comment-5583506-20140225224314

In his dreams Arngrim chased Luna, though it was not a chase of life and death, it was a chase of love. Luna seductively made him run deeper and deeper into a vast and dense forest, yet for every step he took she were already two steps ahead. The chase ended when the appearence of Luna suddenly shifted into Inga. She did not look happy.

"Inga?!" Arngrim gasped.

"I should have known you would forget about me eventually", she said bitterly. "How could you not when you are travelling with her? Avenging my death? Is that what you are telling yourself at night? You are doing this for no one but yourself, Arngrim. To get rid of your curse so that you can be with her."

Arngrim shook his head in denial. "No", he said. "I still love you and I am going to save your soul!" He looked confused when suddenly Inga started to smile, a cold and cunning smile. "This isn't you!" he whisperd. "The Inga I knew would never act like this!"

"You are correct, wolf boy!" shrieked the voice of Bhisha as the shape of Inga shifted into the hideous bird-like crone.

She summoned a massive murder of crows to attack him and as they picked away the flesh from his bones, he heard the witch laugh maniacally.

That was when he awoke from his nightmare.