enters an actual nightmare

[albtraum]

It walks with a shadowy grace; a slow waltz with it's head hung low and black tresses of hair flowing over it's cracked white face. A lullaby vibrating quietly in it's throat. Inky black drifts and rolls down its body, trailing along the floor. It seems... surprisingly shy. Avoiding eyes that cast its way. Wandering in times of light causes Albtraum to be more cagey than usual.

Though after some time of dodging in and out of doorways, and dark corners, and any or all sorts of nooks and crannies, it long last manifests in a tavern corner. Oh, because it remembers the introduction and the request, the question. Simply, it was stewing.

"Good evening," a heavily accented voice, deep baritone smooth and piercing as aged whiskey. Eyes look outward and head tips up toward nowhere in particular. "What brings you back to a feeling of home?"

(ooc: will do brackets or prose. info here. Still fleshing it out.)

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[albtraum]

If only it knew the full story. What a special treat it was to return from Death's grasp. To envision that struggle, the panic, the pain. Perhaps another time. For now, indeed it was time to move along. Not without a pleased sound as it's body slowly lifted, "Aah, sehr gut!"

Truth be told, when speaking to those not of its home it sometimes doesn't even notice its native tongue slipping out. Nevertheless, it smiled and bowed its head. "Auf Wiedersehen, mein Freund."

( ooc: Who doesn't love to have a nightmare as a friend!! Thanks for the thread. Feel free to bother us on our open post or on any memes you see us around in <3. We'll do the same! )