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Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 1, 2020 23:11:13 GMT -5
@samiam When most had a nightmare, it was something jumping at them from the dark. Or being chased. But Moonlit could see exactly what was happening, the fire charging towards him. It rose and fell, like hackles of a wolf. Sparks began to kiss at his feet, he could only lift them up slightly. Moonlit couldn't move though, he was tied to a stake. Even the crowd around him offered no help. In fact, their wide and soulless eyes were excited. The mass bristled and chanted the same thing. "REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!" They droned on, and the flames rose higher. But Moonlit couldn't even scream, couldn't cry. He could only watch as the fur on his legs began to catch fire and the crowd grew louder and louder. Something behind him laughed. Tears stung at his eyes but they quickly evaporated. And the crowd went on.
REPENT
REPENT
repent
The Janus shook in his sleep, muttering the line over and over. If he was sleeping next to anyone, they surely would have awaken. But when he wasn't with Bloody, he was in the prison by himself. No one was there to shake him awake except for his jittering muscles. His eyes snapped open, and he scrambled to his feet and ran back into the wall. He panted, his paws drenched in a cold sweat. Moonlitnocturne could only stare at his nest, perfectly fine. Like he couldn't believe it. Feeling unable to catch his breath, he collapsed to the ground. It didn't feel real. None of it did. Maybe this was just a dream? Maybe he was finally dying? Burned, made an example. There was no mercy in that crowd, only judgement. Tonight, Moonlit would sneak out not out of rebellious desire. Or even to run away. He ran with fear, only the few tear drops on the ground left behind.
And he couldn't stop. He ran and ran and ran, not able to hear anything other than the pounding of his own heart. What was he supposed to do? What could he do?! He was tied to that stake. It was only a matter of time until they lit the fire underneath him. Moonlitnocturne, the small white and cream Janus, ran until he couldn't anymore. Until he fell on his face in a field somewhere. Until all he wanted to do was cry. And his eyes threatened to. No one else would cry for him, not even the moon he was named after.
