two ghosts — o, one-shot

[Belladonna]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Before her eyes opened she already knew she was dreaming. It was like this soft white noise in her head when she dreamed, and as her eyes slowly cracked open, she found herself staring into the shadows - as usual, she was in that dark dreamscape again.

But something was different. Beneath her feet was grass - it was white and ashen, like dust had fallen all over it, but it was grass. She'd never seen this in the nightmare area before - even the normally surging and storming shadows were eerily still, like a dark fog was crawling towards her.

It felt wrong. She was so used to the unsettling dread of shadows and monsters hiding inside it, the images of her mother's half-decaying corpse, or the Happycamper with the missing eyes - she'd already seen that multiple times, however she stopped herself from telling anyone about it, of course.

"Belladonna." the voice from behind was cool and particulate, and as Belladonna spun around to face the direction of the voice, she already knew who it was. She'd heard her screams in her dreams so many times before. Belladonna opened her mouth to speak her name but her mother moved closer to greet her, placing her paw over Belladonna's mouth before she could breathe her name.

This wasn't a nightmare, this wasn't like normal. This was Belladonna's mother, Chrysanthemum, in front of her - and there was nothing peculiar or off about her. Chrysanthemum, much like Bella, was a pretty, dainty she-cat, with a soft plush calico pelt and the same yellow eyes. Her eyes were the only thing she had left of her mother, aside from her memories. And she watched Belladonna carefully before removing her paw from Belladonna's mouth, and she sat down, gesturing for Belladonna to sit down and listen quietly - she used to do the same thing in her medic lessons.

It felt like she sat there for hours, listening to her mother talk - Chrysanthemum whispered of how proud she was of her precious daughter, however between the praises there were warnings of 'him', that she must be weary - Belladonna had no clue what she was talking about, but Chrysanthemum just shook her head, and chuckled. "You're still just a child, aren't you?"

Before Bella could contest, her mother's image started to flicker. "I'm out of time. Belladonna, honey, I'm going to give you something really special." she mewed, and this time, Belladonna got her words out. "Wait, what? Mother, how can you give me anything?" she asked, but Chrysanthemum gave her a sly smile. "You'll know." the dream-mother handed her a little locket that looked a bit like a box, before she said, "Belladonna, it's time. You're far more special than you know, sweetie. I'm sorry I never got to teach you everything."

As she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes were open wide, and she was awake in her room again, and she slowly rose to her feet. Sighing wistfully, she glanced around, before she noticed the locket - it was now next to her bed where she'd slept. She seemed to have conjured it from her dreams. Picking it up in her paws, she slipped it over her head and it dangled over her chest.

Padding outside, she snagged a coat from the rack, a long hooded cloak, and she pulled it tight over her small frame before walking outside - it wasn't cold, per-se, but she felt cold, like an illness was coming down on her. She doubted anyone would notice the signs of her sickness, but instead she just started to go on her way, off to snag some breakfast from somewhere.

"Speech."

[ tl;dr: belladonna had a dream of her mother, and now she's had some powers 'reawakened' and anyone with clairvoyance or the power to see aura will notice that her aura has changed, now a pale lavender that pulses strongly. she now has a square locked locket around her neck with no keyhole or key to unlock it with. belladonna has limited power/magical energy so she's got the symptoms of a cold that will disappear in a few 'days'/posts ]

[COSMIIX]

The dragoness had been hunting as she soared in the skies with her frontal talons locked into the flesh of a large buck that just so happened to be wandering in the territory, the dark scaled dragoness soon landed in the camp sending a wave of dust in her wake. Her wings would rest at either side of her body releasing the limp form from her steel grasp and slowly wiping away the blood on the corpse's fur. Her eyes surveyed the area briefly and she caught sight of a cloaked figure which made her stifle a bit of a snort, she was usually the one that wore cloaks although, she was much too large for one as of right now. What caused her to blink in a bit of surprise was the slight change in aura, the dragoness frowned. She stepped over the corpse of the buck not caring that more blood left its slightly parted jaws, she wanted to find out who this was. Her nostrils flared briefly catching the scent of tea and faint cookies, her pupils narrowed in a bit of realization. She stared to see that it was Belladonna. Why did she suddenly have that aura? It intrigued and confused her.

It wasn't all that cold either. She had questions but instead she'd greet her with a petite smile as she took a seat curling her tail around her talons "Hello Belladonna. You feeling cold, darling?" Both her ears would angle forward to listen to whatever came out of the she-cats mouth, the dragon was stumped but she made sure that none of those kind of emotions were seen in her eyes or face being covered up and replaced by a gentle expression.