[SacredMadness]

Originally Posted by Burnpaw

Blake had never really passed out, and he welcomed the feeling of the kick. He'd been too busy reliving the nightmare he'd had of Lotus dying. That look in her eyes when she lunged at his throat... He kept his breathing even and his body limp as if he were sleeping. He'd learned at a young age how to pretend to be asleep: his father's drunken rage never reached him if he was 'sleeping.'

She made small, muttering sounds in her sleep as she dreamt horrid things.

Run! Run! Was all she could hear. It was a never ending nightmare. She couldn't see everything was black and red. The world was moving, she couldn't focus on one spot. Screeching and moaning filled the air. All she could do was run in place.