The Dreamer

Landon arrived home, searching around the house for a moment before returning to the inside. Lily had already been home, and either she had locked herself away in her room, or she was out hunting or tracking again. His curiosity wasn’t focused on what his twin was up to this time. It focused on the recent death to become of the woman of Evermoore. He laid in his bed, silently for hours upon hours across a few different moons, finally, he decided to give himself some rest before he attempted to find a solution to the woman’s death.

His body curled up into a small ball and tucked himself against the wall under the blankets. His eyes would flicker a few times before he fully shut them, entering into a deeper sleep that he so desperately needed. His mind danced over memories as if it was a movie theater for his brain to pick a dream subconsciously. It stopped on a snow lit wasteland. 

He awoke in his dreamland, unfamiliar with the scenery that was in front of him, he saw nothing but pure bright white grounds and off in the distance, a shape that he could not quite make out. His body shivered as the icy snow touched his bare skin. He bore no clothes other than a soft pair of cotton shorts which seemed to always become his nightly attire. He had decided to start making his way towards the spot of shadows at the far end of the wasteland, hoping to find some warmth. 

As he began walking, the first thing he noticed is that he would step into the snow and create a print, and then as he turned around, there would no longer be any sort of prints following him. He got closer to the tree, seeing a being sitting upon a swing along a tree branch. 

“Excuse me.” 

He called out, awaiting a response as she slowly rose, removing her hood and turning around to look at him, her face was more of a chasm with little to no recognition of a human entity. The eyes were black as night and her mouth had no visible signs of teeth. He took a few steps back. Reaching around his body to only remember that he hadn’t his weapon. 

“I mean you no harm, who are you?” 

She would drop to her knees, pushing out her fingers once again which would almost seem to turn to razor blades. Stabbing deep into her chest cavity and splitting it completely open. No blood would have fallen, but ash. Black soot covered the snow surrounding the woman. A loud shrill would send shivers down his spine as she began to crawl towards him. The ground, dying if it could with each movement she made, the blackness of the soot corrupting more and more of the blanket of white snow. He took another step back to only be met by the blackness, ripping on his skin as it pulled him into the ground with it, he attempted to move and brush it off and get it away but it was no use. 

Before he knew it, he was buried in the ground, the only thing showing was the tops of his shoulder’s as well as his head. He sat, tortured to say the least as the woman creeped slowly towards him. His fears enveloping him, his inability to move, he began to panic as the woman stopped about 5 feet from him. “P-please.” She would let out another loud shrill before leaping at him. 

He shot up in bed, panting heavily and drenched in sweat. He pushed himself out of bed and out of the bedroom, he noticed that Lily was home now and asleep, she hadn’t been out of the room, so he knew he wasn’t vocal in his dreams. He grabbed a cup of water and returned to his room, sitting at his desk, drawing the best description he could of the woman for the remainder of the night.

((Soft mentions: @the-wild-heart))

This Isn’t Over

Landon was moving through the forest on a rather grim feeling morning. He appeared on a branch just outside of Evermoore. The man was dressed in much darker clothes, as if not to be seen. He had been following a few patrol guards that were conversing on a murder inside of the castle walls. His mind was not settled with simply hearing of a murder, he needed to do his own sort of investigations.

 As the guards passed the one side of the walls, Landon slid down the tree, running quickly at the wall and up it, drawing an arrow on the way to boost himself the rest of the way up the wall. At the top, he landed with as quiet as feet as a cat. He jumped immediately from the wall and ran along the tops of the houses towards the infirmary, using the fog to cover much of his tracks as he stopped atop a building across the way. He used the top of the chimney to almost shield him from anyone who may have been scanning the roof tops.

He saw his cousins, exiting from the building with sorrow riddling their faces. He squinted the best he could to try and get a closer look as they walked off towards the keep. He would take his time to almost move from house to house. He knew that should he be found, he would not be let into the room, nor allowed around it, but for his own curiosity, he needed to see the body, know what to look for.

Finally, he reached the infirmary as he dropped down on the back side, picking a lock and entering the room. As he entered, he did a quick scan of the room, noting the number of nurses and doctors. He made his way meticulously into the room of the murder victim, noticing the autopsy that was already performed by his cousin. He studied the corpse carefully, examining her nails, her hair, everything to down to what color of lipstick she may or may not have had on. He made mental notes as he heard a few doors opening, a nurse would enter the room and remove the body, moving it out of the room without noticing Landon, whom had placed himself in the rafters, holding onto the structured beams to keep himself obscured from her vision. He had the information he needed, he made his escape rather quick, leaving little to no trail, aside from a soft left-winged feather from a turkey that he would have placed in front of the keep entrance prior to his appearance across from the infirmary.

He took the information he had collected and headed back to the forest, he knew from the looks of it that this would not be the only death that would become of the Evermoore estate, but he wanted it stopped before anything more could have become of this.

(Soft Mentions: @littlelady-lo, @nicolaos-wra)

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