*User ID#: 272749
Daily Theme: The Flesh
Applicable CW & Additional Notes:
CWs: Body horror, blood, gore, mutilation
Notes: This was another pretty difficult one to right, so it's a bit rushed as well, but I'm still fairly proud!
The past two days had taken quite a toll on the clan. While Uhtric hadn’t been quite as shaken up as Amaia, the Imperial was unnerved and didn’t really want to come back to the library. Some of the other dragons were starting to get nervous as well. The tomes truly did seem cursed, in some form or fashion. Were the curses solely linked to these objects, or would they follow the dragons who interacted with them? Even if they didn’t, it was clear that they had left two of their clanmates, and various other dragons, scarred in some sense. So when a small group returned on the third day, and they heard about the apparent mass hallucination, they were hesitant to risk entering the building.
As a dragon who faced injury and bodily harm of all kinds on a near daily basis, Althea volunteered to be the one to try and figure out whatever was going on. She wasn’t all too keen on believing in curses or whatever. She much preferred to focus on the real and tangible. Which means there had to be some kind of actual reason for this nonsense. The dragon lumbered into the library, which was much quieter today. Most dragons were having a hard time returning after the various incidents. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. She had never really seen either Amaia or Uhtric so shaken up before. Perhaps there was some truth, some cause, to this nonsense.
There was no real… source to this incident today, as it only seemed to be affecting dragons that were within the walls of the building. Althea hadn’t set claw in there before, so she figured she should just find a place to plop down and wait it out. Maybe something will happen. And maybe this would all be for absolutely nothing. She snorted at the thought of wasting her time on something like this. She had better experience whatever they were talking about, or she’d be furious. Althea clambered into a cozy chair, huffing to herself as she propped her chin up on her claws. Ten minutes here, and the armored dragon was already bored out of her skull.
Althea wasn’t sure when she had dozed off. Or if she completely had. But when her eyes opened once more, she was… flying. No, that wasn’t right. She was floating. Her body was suspended in an abyss of swirling, purple energy. Her head jerked back in surprise, wings flexing out and churning against the energy in an attempt to move her. But she hardly budged from where she was. Huh. Alright then…. This was odd, she’d give them that. She had never had a vivid, weird dream before. Her muzzle wrinkled up slightly. Definitely don’t like the feeling of this… It felt like a threat. As though something was targeting her. And she didn’t like to be targeted. She did not feel fear. But anger. It sparked through her, surging to the very tips of her claws. A growl rolled out of her throat, “Who’s there? Who’s behind this? I know you gotta be a dragon. Show yourself!”
Only silence answered her. A chilling silence. Not even her voice echoed back. Althea scowled. This was just starting to irritate her. Surely some… Arcane dragon, or any other one with powerful magic, was behind this? They were corrupting dreams or something. Yeah. That had to be not, not curses…
The scales around her claws had begun to itch, and she subconsciously scratched at them as her eyes continued to scan the strange area. Surely she could figure something out and get out of this. She just had to keep thinking about it logically, that’s all. Abrupt pain made her jerk her hands back, hissing in surprise. Peering down at her hands, she saw that her claws had broken through scales, leaving blood seeping from them and coating her claws. She completely tensed, eyes wide in shock. No… There was no way that her claws would have been able to do that.
“This is just part of the dream,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, trying to ignore how intense the pain was. She had been hurt before, even bore scars to prove it, but this was… something else. It didn’t feel natural. Just ignore it. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. And ignore the itching all over your scales right now… Her eyes snapped back open abruptly. What? Itching? Her claws twitched, though she refused to look at them again, she stretched to scratch at her shoulders
All she felt was pain. It was seering, scorching through her nerves. So abrupt that it made her gasp in shock. Jerking her hand away, she watched in horror as flesh and scales came with it. What…? What was happening? This felt like what those dragons were talking about…. So this had to be a dream. But it felt so real. And so horribly painful. She couldn’t even describe it.
The pain only grew, crawling down her shoulders and along her spine. She lurched forward, scrambling to try and move, just to try and get away from this horrible place. The pain was horrific. Jarring. White hot and seared through every nerve she had. She felt it in every part of her. From her claw tips and now inching into her wings. She felt like she was splitting, bursting. Her skin and scales were ripping themselves from her. And she could do nothing to stop it.
Her jaw parted, and she let out a horrific scream. A sound she had never heard from herself. It practically ripped from her maw, rattling her lungs and rubbing her throat raw. But it did nothing to ease it. The pain was deep in her bones. She couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. It was everywhere. Unbearable. She pressed her claws to her head and felt as her skin split and practically melted into her hands at the simple touch. And she just screamed again.
An abrupt thud against Althea’s chin made her eyes snap open. She was… In the library. More specifically, on the floor, right at the foot of the chair. Blinking a few times, she inhaled sharply. What? She scrambled to her feet, whirling around as she searched over herself. But she was… all in one piece. Not even a scratch on her. Just an ache, which seemed to have settled into her bones. Her nerves felt fried, scales sensitive as her claws scraped over them. A shudder curled over her spine. Nope. It was time to go. She didn’t even care about the tome anymore. Someone else could find it.