Waking suddenly with a jolt Gunfalu screamed in terror.
'More nightmares my love?'
Gunfalu nodded slowly, drops of sweat falling from his face.
'Do not fear them, they are not real and cannot hurt you'.
Gunfalu forces a smile at his mother and turns over to try to fall into slumber once
again. As his mother leaves the room young Gunfalu shivers as a cold draft sharply moves
over his body.
'I am real young one... you will do what I ask or you will suffer...'
'Kill that woman who calls you son, she will turn you from your true path, the path
that will lead you to serve me... slit her throat and offer her blood to me...'
'Know my name mortal, know your destiny.... Darkhan must be obeyed'
Is this a dream again? Why am I holding this knife? Why is it stained with crimson
blood?
MOTHER!!!!???
Description:
Before you crouches a male whose nails are long and sharp. His eyes are
a dull melancholic shade of grey, making it appear as though he's nearly blind.
His face is sunken and pale, giving him an almost death like appearance.
His hair hangs down to his neck, auburn toned, but cut unevenly in
some places. His legs are muscular and short, barely the size of his torso.
His hands are white and crooked which is contrasted by the black of his
fingernails.
He barely looks at you and appears to be muttering to himself constantly as if
in constant conversation.
