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« on: January 07, 2014, 02:15:11 AM »
Trak's dreaming ran the gamut from mundane to too weird to really comprehend beyond a series of disjointed and random events without any decent framing device. Though, at some point, she and Runaway were journeying through a thick forest when she sensed a presence behind her. Turning around, she was greeted by a tall, dark, and gaunt figure, with long, black, stringy hair and a pale, goatish face. The nose jut out like a muzzle and the figure lacked a chin, with a thick pelt of gray-black stubble. The figure looked like some bizarre hybrid of a Zoroark and a spindly human.
Trak immediately called Runaway to the forefront, but discovered to her horror that he was gone. Looking back to the statuesque figure, she saw her Alakazam held in its lanky black-clad arms. Runaway's expression was something of a drugged stupor, and Trak ran to help him, but her feet were held tight against the ground. She stretched and stretched and ran, the distance between her and Runaway's abductor never changing. Looking down to see what she was caught on, she found nothing. Returning her gaze, both the black figure and Runaway were gone, the sky had turned black, and a flash of light woke her.
Opening her eyes, it took a moment for them to adjust, and Trak could see her Alakazam still asleep. She put her arms around him and hugged him close.
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