Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-24123288-20131206234539

Eilonwyn was dreaming...

''Eilonwyn was walking through the cool night air. Her body crying for blood, having not fed for days. Weakly, she stumbles to a small pool. As she bends down to it, you see that it is not water in the pool, but warm, fresh blood, steam rising off of it. She lowers her head to drink, but cannot open her mouth. As she realizes in horror that her lips have been sewn shut, a pair of cold, white hands reach out from the pool and draw her under.''

The Dunmer could feel a weight on her shoulder and the rain on her face...her hand twitched slightly.

Blood...I need...Blood....

(By the by, for the instance of Drama, Eilo has moved immediately to like stage 3 xD Since Drabalalala is so powerful :P)