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[notachickenhawk]

Starving. His Beast is starving, and Tobias knows it. As the days go on and he can't seem to find a decent something to feed on, he knows what's going to happen. He knows, and he tries to drag himself out somewhere in the middle of the night where he can sleep, far away from anyone he knows.

He doesn't make it very far. His Beast's exhaustion and need to feed catches up to him, and he holes up in an abandoned house at the edge of the Sixth. He doesn't have much on him, but that's more in case someone finds him and tries to rob him. He curls up against a wall and closes his eyes, dropping off to sleep.

And inside the realm of nightmares, the great hawk shrieks to the skies and bursts pasts its barriers to hunt.

[[ooc; How this log works: Post a toplevel with a general description of a dream your character is having. Tobias' Beast will come in and attempt to terrify your character. Those with dream-combat experience (like some Changelings) are likely to fend him off easier.]]

[[Please note that this will leave your character feeling restless and disturbed when they wake up if they do get spooked. If it goes particularly bad (or well) for your character, there are other effects that are possible.]]

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[runs]

She's back in Chantalle's flat, hunting dust bunnies under the sofa, when a strange smell enters her nose. She can't place it, but that makes her only more curious, and so she follows it, out the door and down the stairs (why is the door to the staircase open? She has no idea) and out the door, until she suddenly stands in the middle of a clearing in the forest, the weirdly shaped, strange smelling fruit in front of her that she found in the big cat guy's tent. Not that she remembers him right now, she has only eyes for the fruit, staring it down and then moving in quickly to bat it with her paw before taking a step back again, waiting if it will do something.

[notachickenhawk]

The clearing darkens a bit, a shadow passing over the sun before it brightens again. There's a loud thump in the distance but otherwise nothing else seems to have changed. The fruit is still there, but the wind is picking up, though it's not bad. Not yet, at least.

[runs]

She peers up at the shadow, but it's gone before she could turn her head fully, and when it doesn't appear again after a moment, she bats the fruit again, a few times, before circling around it.

[notachickenhawk]

The wind picks up, shaking the branches. It's enough to dislodge some of the fruit, making it roll around and around until it bounces towards the edge of the clearing. There's a threatening growl from the trees, and the sound of something heavy moving within them.

[runs]

...Okay.

Okay what. Where did that growl come from.

Kitty whirls around a few time, trying to retreat from the growling but not entirely sure what direction would actually get her away from it.

[notachickenhawk]

The growling grows louder, and suddenly a huge bird bursts out from the trees, knocking some of the larger ones over as it storms out - not in the air, but on the ground, lunging and lumbering like a gigantic dinosaur.

[runs]

....A bird should not growl like that.

Her ears twitch as she stares at the giant bird, and then a very tiny acid wave rolls towards him.

He can probably jump over it.

The frustration causes her to break concentration a moment too early and she blinks against the dizziness, hissing at the bird-thing. Go away!

[notachickenhawk]

It does leap, and lands on some of the fruit, crushing it beneath its giant claw. It tilts its head, and growls again.

There's no words, just a wordless fury, a darkening hate that seems to make the wind whip up even more.

[runs]

Kitty hisses harder, her claws digging into the ground below her, ever single hair on her body standing as she instinctively and entirely futilely tries to look bigger and scarier.

That thing probably could swallow her whole.

The next attack that she sends goes only marginally better than the wave, a flash of spiritual energy hitting him in the chest, but only weakly, and she has to pause in her hissing for a moment to concentrate on not swaying from the withdrawal. This is not going well.

[dangerouslyinlove]

There's a slight breeze in Ryoji's dream, which is in a quiet field. Probably a park, though one much nicer than truly exists in Hex, and there's a large bridge nearby for no good reason. But it is a dream. That happens.

Ryoji's sitting on the grass, quietly just taking in all of it. Thanatos lingers further back, poking at some flowers- Ryoji's suspected for some time that his geist was quite young when he died, but it's not the kind of thing you ask, nor something the geist is likely or able to answer. It's a peaceful scene, anyway. At least for the moment.

[notachickenhawk]

There's the screech of birds in the distance, which makes sense because a bunch of them fly by. The breeze picks up a bit, but that's normal, right? Nothing to be concerned about.

... Well. Maybe the giant bird that's suddenly perched on the end of the bridge is something to be concerned about. It's not attacking, but just watching. It's eying Thanatos in particular. ... Irritating.

[dangerouslyinlove]

Ryoji hears the sound, looking around for it and not immediately spotting it until...

Look up.

He arches his head upwards, smiling as he spots something on the bridge. "Hello!" he calls cheerfully to the bird, waving.

[notachickenhawk]

It... pauses. That's not a normal reaction. It hasn't really dealt with one of these things in a long time. What to do...

The great hawk shrieks at him. Maybe it can still scare the pair.

[dangerouslyinlove]

Thanatos looks up from the flowers, and then immediately goes right back to what it's doing. Ryoji can take care of himself. Probably.

Ryoji pulls himself up and walks over towards the bridge, smiling brightly. "It's ok, birdy! Come down here!"

[notachickenhawk]

That. That is not scared. That is like. The opposite of scared.

It looks over at Thanatos, almost disbelievingly. What the hell, little cousin?

The bird doesn't speak, but it does dig its talons into the tower it's perched on, making cracks run down it.

[dangerouslyinlove]

Thanatos doesn't even bother. Some Bound take to heart the lesson of mortality better than others. Ryoji is probably the most weirdly accepting of it it's ever come across.

Ryoji's eyes do widen a little at the cracks, but it's more impressed than anything. "Wow, you're pretty strong, aren't you?" he says, still beaming and voice just barely not babytalk.

[notachickenhawk]

It hates you already, Ryoji, and it is a child of the Dark Mother. It shrieks, before flapping its wings hard, taking off and soaring over towards Ryoji. It lands close to him, its irises red and breath hot and smokey.

[Later] [Closed to Kitty]

[notachickenhawk]

It's a long while until Tobias heads back, near morning. He had a hit, a miss, and then a few good hits, so while he's not totally full he's at least fairly satiated.

He remembers the dreams, too - they aren't completely clear, but it's enough. Some of them were strange, and he turns them over in his head as he goes back towards the tents. He opens his and is a little surprised to see Kitty there, but he sits and curls up near her, trying to be close enough to give her heat but not close enough to be really weird.

[runs]

She doesn't quite wake up when he comes in, only enough to close the distance he leaves with a mix of rolling and crawling, too groggy to move properly, just wanting to be close enough to curl up against him.

After a while, once she's woken up a bit more, she wiggles around until she can look at his face. "Where were you tonight?"

[notachickenhawk]

Oh. Well. This is a little awkward, but he presses back against her a bit, trying to keep her warm. He keeps his voice soft as he answers.

"Out. Hunting." It's not pretty, and while he trusts Kitty, he doesn't trust her enough to take her with him on a hunt, or to take her into his Lair.

[runs]

"You, or your bird?"

It's probably not that separate, if the bird is his soul, but she still tries to narrow it down a bit first.

[notachickenhawk]

"Yes." The answer comes almost immediately, before he huffs a bit.

Admitting this... admitting he failed... "It, more than me. I didn't keep it well-fed enough... but I'm worried that I might have fed too much."

[runs]

"Did you have any control over it?"

It doesn't really matter, but it does. "What happens if you have fed too much?" If it being hungry makes Tobias lose control...

[notachickenhawk]

"Sort of." He can't really control it in dreams that well. Not yet, at least. He doesn't usually get this hungry, but... well.

As to what if he feeds too much... "You don't want to feed so much that it falls asleep. But if it isn't really careful when it feeds... you can attract attention."

[runs]

"The attention of whom? And why would it be bad if it falls asleep?"

She's waking up a bit more now, but sees absolutely no reason to not remain where she is. She doesn't have to project any professionalism here, so why bother to get out of a comfortable situation?