"I would like to ask them how they prevent possession, unless...." he said, pieces of a possible reason why the tundra would question him in that way falling into place "thats impossible."
TOPIC | The Nightmare's Past - 1x1 (private)
"I would like to ask them how they prevent possession, unless...." he said, pieces of a possible reason why the tundra would question him in that way falling into place "thats impossible."
"Not impossible, no. She has a piwerful mind, and somehow forces the dragon out, probably has some seal on her mind." He shrugged. "I dont know, she doesnt tell us that much."
"I see." Sans said, scratching his beard. He had done a similar thing with his mind when be starte hunting shades "makes sense. Even more the reason to meet her in person."
"No, it does not. Rest now. The visitors dens are just up here." He said, leading the tundra into a room off of the main hall. "Its nothing fancy, but it beats spending the night in the cold. Come and find me whenyou are ready."
"Thank you..." the Tundra sighed in relief.
He threw his bag next to the door and hung up his labcoat. He walked across the room, and caught himself in the mirror. He stopped, and turned to it.
He observed his rock-hard, crystallised skin and fur, and sighed again, running a paw over his shoulder, his fingers bumping over the carvings on his upper arm.
'E-17'
His other name. One that no-one used anymore. He frowned, then turned to climb into the bed. Today had been stressful and tiring, yet no matter how exhausted he was, his mind would not let him sleep. He managed to sleep a little bit, but because of his reminder of his past, his imagination kept tormenting him with nightmares.
He threw his bag next to the door and hung up his labcoat. He walked across the room, and caught himself in the mirror. He stopped, and turned to it.
He observed his rock-hard, crystallised skin and fur, and sighed again, running a paw over his shoulder, his fingers bumping over the carvings on his upper arm.
'E-17'
His other name. One that no-one used anymore. He frowned, then turned to climb into the bed. Today had been stressful and tiring, yet no matter how exhausted he was, his mind would not let him sleep. He managed to sleep a little bit, but because of his reminder of his past, his imagination kept tormenting him with nightmares.
"Thank you..." the Tundra sighed in relief.
He threw his bag next to the door and hung up his labcoat. He walked across the room, and caught himself in the mirror. He stopped, and turned to it.
He observed his rock-hard, crystallised skin and fur, and sighed again, running a paw over his shoulder, his fingers bumping over the carvings on his upper arm.
'E-17'
His other name. One that no-one used anymore. He frowned, then turned to climb into the bed. Today had been stressful and tiring, yet no matter how exhausted he was, his mind would not let him sleep. He managed to sleep a little bit, but because of his reminder of his past, his imagination kept tormenting him with nightmares.
He threw his bag next to the door and hung up his labcoat. He walked across the room, and caught himself in the mirror. He stopped, and turned to it.
He observed his rock-hard, crystallised skin and fur, and sighed again, running a paw over his shoulder, his fingers bumping over the carvings on his upper arm.
'E-17'
His other name. One that no-one used anymore. He frowned, then turned to climb into the bed. Today had been stressful and tiring, yet no matter how exhausted he was, his mind would not let him sleep. He managed to sleep a little bit, but because of his reminder of his past, his imagination kept tormenting him with nightmares.
There was something strange about this tundra, but he couldn't place it. He shurgged it off as unjustified suspicion as he made his way back to his den.
It was morning, and CrystalMoon pushed himself up off the bed with a groan, his joints aching from yesterday, his eyes stinging from the lack of sleep, only adding to the deep bags under his eyes.
He scrathched his neck, then climbed out of the bed, putting on his labcoat loosely, then opening the door.
He scrathched his neck, then climbed out of the bed, putting on his labcoat loosely, then opening the door.
It was morning, and CrystalMoon pushed himself up off the bed with a groan, his joints aching from yesterday, his eyes stinging from the lack of sleep, only adding to the deep bags under his eyes.
He scrathched his neck, then climbed out of the bed, putting on his labcoat loosely, then opening the door.
He scrathched his neck, then climbed out of the bed, putting on his labcoat loosely, then opening the door.