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Ti'niva has a new nightmare about the bodies that littered the frozen wastes following the battle.

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18th Zi'da, Arc 716

It was warm and wet, his body felt like it was soaking in some kind of thick bath. The liquids were oozing over him covering his naked flesh, it felt disgusting and he could feel vomit rising in his throat. The smell was horrendous, like nothing he had experienced before and it didn't matter if he held his breath it was just as strong. It was a mix of blood, sweat, excrement and something he could not recognise. The last smell was there as much as the as the others if not more poignant. It was odd that the smell felt so hollow, how could a smell be hollow. It was also cold smelling, like something had stolen the heat from it. It didn't add up the smells and the feelings, where was he. He had never been to a place that smelt and felt like this, his hand rested on a sticky and cold object. He felt a shiver travel along the length of his spine, it felt familiar like something he had his hands around before.

His eyes flickered open now, allowing the dim and uninviting light to enter them. This light revealed an empty evening sky above him, no clouds but a strange orange hue. He kept looking up, not wanting to take in the sight of whatever it was that surrounded him. He knew whatever was keeping him warm and creating the smell was awful and not something he wished to see. He closed his eyes again trying to return to sleep, trying to disappear back inside himself and escape the hell he knew lay around him. Alas he could not, his body would not return to its former state and something seemed to pull him into wanting to look, wanting to see the origin of the smell and feeling. He rubbed his head and as he did he felt the warm sticky substance coat his forehead, it felt disgusting and made the smell even worse. He gagged and was unable to contain the vomit as he rolled to his side and threw the liquid of his empty stomach into the mess around him.

Unable to stop himself seeing now his eyes were filled with that of a woman's. The eyes stared unblinkingly back at his shock and terror filled eyes, he felt his whole body clench as he fought back another wave of vomit that threatened to force its way out. He pushed himself up to sitting, rising his upper half above the height of the body next to him. He gulped at the sight that was revealed, bodies stretched out all around him, covering the frozen landscape. The blood soaked ice and snow was so shocking, the red went on for longer than the bodies. He shook his head in horror as he stood up and span slowly in a circle. He felt a pit fill his stomach, the immense amount of death and wasted life made him feel even more sick. The worst part was he knew he had contributed to this vast expanse of death. He watched ahead of him and his naked body read with blood now began to feel the cold. Part of him wished to lie back down with the bodies and use their warmth against the cold, to stay there and die. Another part of him disagreed with that and urged him to start moving.

That urge would have caused him to walk if he hadn't been grabbed by two women, both seemed to have arrows in there bodies. One was pierced in the neck and the other the stomach, he remembered them, they were the first two people he ever killed. He felt his heart sink as they grasped his arms and pulled them to his sides leaving him exposed and defenseless, then rising from the bodies like a ghoul came a woman with a dagger in her chest. Ti'niva felt his heart sink even further then, as if it were retreating further into his body for protection. The guilt he felt was overwhelming but he doubted it was enough to save him from inevitable fate, one which he had caused another. He felt the two girls grips tighten as he began to squirm, his body trying to wriggle free from their grasp. It was a futile and he wondered why he was even trying, the chances of him breaking free were so slim that he quickly gave up. He just hanged there helplessly.

The woman turned from where she had risen and faced him, her eyes filled with hate and a will for revenge. A vengeful smile crossed her lips as she showed her teeth. He felt his heart stutter at the cruel smile, he couldn't look away from her though as she approached. The dagger was still sticking from her chest, blood dripping from the wound. His sorrowful eyes locked with her rage filled ones, somehow he knew pleading for his life would yield nothing. So he said nothing and just watched her approaching, each step bringing with it the threat of death. A threat that made him shake in place as he tried again now to escape with renewed vigour.

He grimaced as she came within striking distance, she could reach out and hit him if she wished. Yet, instead she pulled herself in close to him, her lips came in and pressed softly against his ear. He could feel the ice cold hilt of the dagger in her chest pressing against his own. The dagger was not the only cold thing, however, her lips were also like ice. They brushed softly against his ear sending a shiver down his spine as she whispered. "Murderer." The word tore at Ti's very soul like he was being hit by a volley of arrows. He pulled away trying to get her away from his ear, but she followed keeping her lips close by. Her breathe was as cold as her lips, and the moisture it left behind made him feel sick. She whispered again, anger on every word. "Fucking Murderer, you deserve to die." She said again and he shook himself harder. All he cared to do now was escape.

Her head and body recoiled from his as she burst into laughter, she clearly saw his futile effort to escape as amusing. Her eyes locked with his, hers filled with anger and revenge, Ti's were filled with sadness and guilt. He had felt guilty since the battle, taking human life was a big deal and it had a negative affect on Ti. Although, if this was his punishment for the acts he had been a part of, maybe it was deserved. Her laughter had now stopped and she looked again at Ti, raising her hand to her chest. Something was oddly familiar about the sight, like he had seen it all before.

Ti watched in shock as she wrapped her fingers around the handle and ripped the blade free from her chest. Her cold blood splattered across his face as he watched the horrors unfold. She looked him dead in the eyes as she raised the blade in both hands above her head. "Time to die." She screamed, her arms came down with the scream as the dagger stabbed into his chest. He could feel the blade piercing his skin, deflecting off a rib before sliding through the soft tissue and landing in his heart.

The knife was in his chest now, the one he had used to kill her, it now protruded from his chest. His eyes rolled as he looked around him. Bodies were everywhere, bodies that had died many in worse ways than he now. He was soon to be one of these bodies, lying forever in the ice and snow of Oscillus. He shook his head as he tried to deal with it. "I am sorry." He said as he tried to stay calm. But the pain was too much as he looked again towards the dagger. He could see the blood running from the wound, soaking every inch of his abdomen. It was an unbelievable sight and morbidly beautiful, death always had some strange attraction about it, even when brutal. He had first observed that in the forest when hunting, the magnificent creatures had been just as beautiful if not more so in death.

He screamed in agony as he watched the woman laughing hysterically, the sound was like a cackle as it began to grow black. He felt the womens' arms go and then his body fall back flat to the ground. He felt his hands grasp at the bodies, but instead he found grass. His chest throbbed as the blade sat there. The woman who had stabbed him now mounted him and stroked his cheek, her lips moving again next to his ear. "Murder, dirty, horrid, monstrous, Murderer." The lips still cold against his skin and the words like poison. At that moment his eyes opened and he sat up, his body flying up right as he found himself again in the forest.
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This was somewhat unpleasant... :( I feel sad for Ti'niva now! Especially after the other thread where his life didn't seem that bad! I hope he can come to terms with what he did...


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