Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-6006054-20140826023520

''In less than a second Dalon drew his dagger and buried it in her chest cavity. Blood dribbled onto the tiles, the only sound for an eternal second. She stepped back, a look of pain and betrayal twisting her face. Dalon sprung into action, realizing the dying woman would scream. He tore the dagger free of her chest, launching a sprinkling of crimson droplets into the air. As she opened her mouth he grabbed her shoulder, pulled her towards him, and cut her throat to the bone. Arterial blood spray hit Dalon in the face and chest, surprising him into-''

He woke up, and rolled from the bed. His stomach felt sick. It had been a long time since he had relived his murders within his dreams. Why did it always start with that one? He dressed quickly reseathed all of his sickle knives, and slid his glaive into the harness he used to hold it to his back. He left the room, carrying his pack. His face was still pale and somewhat worried.