Leaning against the cold, stone wall, Twilight took slow, deep breaths. Grasping at his wounds, he sharply inhaled, pain surging throughout him in waves, crashing against his very core. His breath hitched, but then relaxed as he softly pushed himself upright, and continued down the halls of the massive castle. Cuts and burses covered the majority of his rugged body. His clothes torn to ribbons, reduced to rags. Yet despite the bodily trauma, he had a fire in his hear that drove him forwards, fueled by his rage and grief, and undying desire to have the one who murdered the ones closest to him face justice for their crimes.
The pain was easy to push aside, as the adrenaline start to kick in. He could feel that his target was close, he knew they were close- he could sense it through the collar he crafted and put on them. it pulled against him, leading him to where they were. And that thought alone, to know justice was so close to his grasp, was enough to have him keep pushing forwards, to find his prey.
Soon, he stopped himself in front of a door. this is where he felt the tug most, and he knew that his brother was on the other side. So much has led up to this, and once more he will face the monster that killed his mother.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped back, and a rush of anger washed over him. His body tensed, and he struck the door, kicking it down with rage in his gaze. His eyes locked down onto Misery, and the flame in his soul quickly grew to become a roaring fire, consumed with hate and rage.
“Its about time, you bastard. I’ve been waiting so long for this.” he snarled, clutching onto the dagger in hand. “Its time for you to take your place in hell!”
@a-midnights-dream @justicedreams
{As he slams through the door three other figures whip around to face the newcomer. The sight of the new person slamming the doors open startled the three. One looks like a clone of his brother wearing fine clothes and bits of golden jewelry. He had purple eyelights of Nightmare without having consumed the tainted apples.}
{Next to him and closest to the newcomers brother was a clone of himself. A Dream older a bit more world wary with a crack along his left socket… He wore the banner that had once been around their mother tree as a scarf the sun worn and tattered but still clear as day.}
{The third figure looked him over with growing agitation. A fully corrupted Nightmare stood there aqua eye light flicking over the newcomer’s form before he moved tendrils grabbing and slamming the visitor into the wall. a snarl leaving his throat as he showed long sharp fangs.}
“You come into our house weapon drawn!?”
{The corrupted one hissed grabbing for his hands intent on disarming him}
That of a slow cackle trickles from the mouth of the corrupted one, the sound dripping with a crazed amusement. Eyes as teal as the tropical sea watch as the hunter gets slammed against the wall; an absolute look of delight on his face. “Foolish brother..” He giggles to himself, rolling forward and off of the couch.
Sitting up, Misery raises up, throwing his arms out in a stretch, a loud crack creaking from his bones. “Mm.. play time over yes?” He tilts his head and, in too quick a manner than a starving cryptic as himself should be able to commit, he darts forward past the Dream, and tackles the Nightmare with purple eyes. Wrapping one, two, then three tendrils around the guardian; he hums a little tune. “Take collar off. Is annoying. Can’t feed, can’t control.”