[Xander usually didn't dream much- when he slept it was the heavy rest of the exhausted. When he was younger he overtrained, and now as King he had too much work to do. Still, he knows his own dreams well enough to recognize this for what he thinks it is. A dull feeling of dread, and occasionally the trees tremble as if something huge is coming. Some giant predator that never quite arrives.
Which is why he has his back to a tree, teeth bared at the darkness and hand on his sword. He knows this isn't real, yet he can't stop the deep gutted fear in him. It's enough that even with the stone vibrating warmly on his belt his teeth are sharper then they should be, and the slight elfish-point of his ears are tilted forward, looking for threats. To anyone that knew Xander in other worlds it's just enough difference to notice-
(and to those that saw a version of him almost have his throat torn out by a vampire, possibly slightly worrying)
- other then that it is still clearly the same man. Just on the verge of attacking any threats, human or beast]
-3-
Could you be any crueler, honestly?
[The mist cleared, and it was clear who he was seeing- a beautiful blond older woman, with a similar cut of the chin and broad shoulders. Still, her details seem to shift and fuzz- as if they can't decide exactly what she looks like.
It's been too long, even in his dreams he can't fully recall what she looks like anymore]
Be gone, I won't go chasing skirt-tails like a child...
[Still, the sight of her is clearly tempting him, to the point he just refuses to look anymore]
Xander of Nohr | Fire Emblem: Fates (Revelations) | Dragonblood AU
[Xander usually didn't dream much- when he slept it was the heavy rest of the exhausted. When he was younger he overtrained, and now as King he had too much work to do. Still, he knows his own dreams well enough to recognize this for what he thinks it is. A dull feeling of dread, and occasionally the trees tremble as if something huge is coming. Some giant predator that never quite arrives.
Which is why he has his back to a tree, teeth bared at the darkness and hand on his sword. He knows this isn't real, yet he can't stop the deep gutted fear in him. It's enough that even with the stone vibrating warmly on his belt his teeth are sharper then they should be, and the slight elfish-point of his ears are tilted forward, looking for threats. To anyone that knew Xander in other worlds it's just enough difference to notice-
(and to those that saw a version of him almost have his throat torn out by a vampire, possibly slightly worrying)
- other then that it is still clearly the same man. Just on the verge of attacking any threats, human or beast]
-3-
Could you be any crueler, honestly?
[The mist cleared, and it was clear who he was seeing- a beautiful blond older woman, with a similar cut of the chin and broad shoulders. Still, her details seem to shift and fuzz- as if they can't decide exactly what she looks like.
It's been too long, even in his dreams he can't fully recall what she looks like anymore]
Be gone, I won't go chasing skirt-tails like a child...
[Still, the sight of her is clearly tempting him, to the point he just refuses to look anymore]