Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140731132420/@comment-5583506-20140802211733

She twisted and turned in her sleep. She dreamt. She dreamt that she was tied to a wall and stabbed repeatedly with a sword, just to have the wound heal itself before it was cut open again. She never feared her nightmares, yet this one really spoke to her... and not in a good way.

As the Dremora with the sword finally got tired of cutting her open, he gave her the mercy by chopping off her head. In that moment she awoke from her slumber, breathing heavily. Her body was soaked in cold sweat and the wound in her belly ached.

Sometimes she wondered whether the mother had control over the world of Dreams at all. If so was the case, why would she show her such provoking sights? Was it to harden her for future experiences or was it just because she was a Daedric prince with little to no regards for mortal life?

"That was... not very pleasant", she muttered and carefully stroke the area around her neck.