Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-5543592-20141114232737

Lorcan's dream was shitty.

''He didn't stop running. He couldn't shake the sound of his mother's head cracking against the ground out of his head. Lorcan ran until he was tired, and then slept.''

''He almost wished he hadn't woken up. He was being carried, his hands and ankles bound. His neck ached, liked someone had decided to sink their teeth into it.  Repeatidly.''

"Harkon will want to see this one himself."   A woman's voice.

''A man responded:  "Who says we should give it to him?" Lorcan had a sickening realization that he was the "it."''

"Are you kidding?  If Harkon figures out that we've got a mortal who heals as fast as he bleeds, we'll lose our heads."  The woman reasoned..

The man sighed: "Eh, good point.  Besides, they're definately be enough to go around.  Any other human would be dead by now with the amount of blood we took from him."

"Yeah, what is different about this one?"

"Who knows.  Strange times."

Lorcan's head smacked against the ground as they went up a hill and he slipped back into unconsiousness.