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DREAMWEAVER ( Action )

[ooc note: This action takes place in other peoples dreams. Seth is a dream walker and can also manipulate dreams. I will be depending on the person tagging to describe the dream. Please also fill out permissions: HERE. Which mostly sets limits. Seth is in dreams to help. It's his thing. Thank you!]
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[The physical world falls away, leading Seth to a haze of thick foggy white clouds. It's been some time since he's stepped into the world of dreams, unsure if the darkness has followed him to this strange new place. While the world of Genessia is small. The world of dreams is only limited by the dreamer.

A tower rises in Seth's view like a minaret standing before him. The tower is cast in white marble with beacons of light pouring through the windows. It is an empty and forgotten place, visited only when Seth hopes to experiance a touch of his past. These are Seth's dreams, private and protected. Dark clouds linger along the haze of white but they're kept back; for now.

A shimmering white tiger walks through the empty echoing halls of the tower. He stops at a mirror that shows off thick white wings on his back.] Will you find me now... brother? [The voice is deeper than Seth's usual tone as it rumbles from the tigers chest. He steps into the mirror and steps through the dreams of those residing in Genessia. Seth prefers to watch though he banishes darker nightmares when he can and slips away from private or lewd affairs. He has no interest in seeing into peoples hearts and minds but he needs to travel to rebuild his strength.]

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[Ever since Kirika had arrived to this new world of Genessia, she had felt uneasy, distant, and cautious. It was mostly because of the traits she carried along with the job she was good at. The world was much different from home, and yet she couldn't ease herself to this new life Genessia had to offer.

When Kirika finally drifted to sleep, she recalled one of the few memories she had. It was night. The area was surrounded by a forest of tall green bamboo sticks. The bamboos rustles as the wind swayed them. Even with the soft wind, it was quiet for a while.

The quiet broke when two round yellow lights pierced through the forest which looked like car lights. A young school girl was running through the forest and away from the lights. Bullets were fired and whistled passed her. The young girl had dark short hair, which soon to be Kirika. Even though the shots continued to fire, Kirika was calm, even when she looked back. She continued to run away from her pursuers. The pursuers behind her were three men in black suits and armed with pistols. The chase continued until Kirika slid down a hill and was away from view.]

[Seth knows Kirika, not particularly well but well enough that he finds himself stopping at this dream and searching for her. At first he only sees the men but then he feels the dream shift with it's dreamer and he follows that flow to Kirika's side.

He approaches slowly, his white wings tightly pulled to his back, blending into his sides.]

Do you want to leave this darkness?

[His voice rumbles from the tigers throat, vibrate golden eyes resting on Kirika. He notices that she isn't alarmed or scared but he doesn't want to leave her here... even in a dream.]

[It's a reoccurring dream. The the woman with white hair clutching a small blond girl as they flee in the driving rain on horseback. The girl looking back on Link with an expression of fear and concern. The tall, dark man, close behind on a mount as black as pitch with glowing red eyes.

Link stands staring at the man as he approaches, terrified, but, ready to fight. To defend that little girl with his life. As if he'd done so before...]

[Seth doesn't know the young boy, he doesn't know the pair fleeing or the strange man who towered like a demon on a black horse but a dream has a way of telling you what you need to know. Victims. Heroes. Villains. Like day and night the truth is painted accords Seth's vision.

His paw presses gently against the grass and the dream ripples softly, freezing and bending as if looked at through water. His brilliant golden eyes turn towards Link.]

Will you tell me why you are afraid?

[He keeps his distance but his presence alone makes the dream lighten, as if he carries the light on his back.]

[When Kirika made it down the hill, that was when she noticed something very different, a white tiger with wings was present. Kirika lacked imagination and to see this magnificent creature baffled her. Her handgun rested on her right side, meant for the pursuers.

She could only stare into those golden eyes with her crimson. Far as she knew, she didn't felt any threat even when the beast's voiced was heard. Leave the darkness he said? Kirika seemed contemplated, lost, and confused.]

Leave... the darkness?

[She questioned, unsure. Her finger rested on the trigger of her handgun while it remained on her side. The pursuers were gaining close.]

Who are you?

[Because clearly she doesn't recall any tigers. Her voice remained calm and low.]

[Seth takes a step forward and when his paw touches the ground the dream begins to shift and move. As if Kirika is now looking through her nightmare through a piece of distorted glass.]

I am a dreamweaver. I fight the darkness in dreams.

[Kirika will feel the lightness in his presence, something that pushes at the darkness around her.]

Though I am only a guest here.

[Kirika shield herself with one arm when the dream around her shifted by the tiger's touch. From where the pursuers stood behind her were now in a piece of glass behind her, running aimlessly. Kirika stood there, breathless to what has happened. Her hand even reached out to a glass, the urge to touch it. Her hand paused inches away from the distorted glass when the tiger spoke.

Fight darkness in dreams, in her dream?

Kirika did felt the light's warmth around her. She wasn't quite sure why, but it felt pleasant to her, something refreshing she hasn't felt in a long time it seemed. It was enough for her to drop the handgun she held to the floor.]

You're fighting mines? I don't understand.

We all carry darkness.

[The tiger spoke as he stretched out before Kirika and sat near her feet.]

But dreams are meant to be a place of safety and healing. You can touch the sphere I have created around us, even go through it but remember that there is more than darkness.

That wasn't a dream.

[Kirika knew how the dream would end. The men would die by the shots she fired. That's how it had always ended, three men dead by her wake, the day she realized how simple it was to kill. She didn't deny the tiger's words. Kirika sat down eventually and curled her bent knees closer to herself.]

[Seth rose to his feet, moving so that he was sitting next to Kirika. His fur shimmered with each step and offered warmth should the girl accept it.]

Dreams are a piece of ourselves, often times they are memories. They are the one place where pieces of the past can change.

Will you tell me, [His cat like head tilts to the side.] What is this a dream of.

[Kirika still wasn't quite sure what kind of dream this was. Her being human, she didn't have the sense to make out the difference in dreams. She simply went with the flow of it. When the tiger sat next her, Kirika's body leaned to it's warmth.]

It's about a girl who wasn't sure what was going on, or what she was capable of. That day, she learned a truth.

He could hurt her.

[And that was horrifying to him to the very depths of his soul. Link didn't fully understand why, just that he would do anything to keep her safe. His eyes flickered from the tiger to the man---Ganondorf--and back.]

His name is Ganondorf. We'd been having nightmares about him, both of us. Zelda was afraid he'd try to get the Triforce---but she and I are gonna get it first and keep it safe from him......

And what truth is that?

[Seth purrs softly as Kirika leans against him. He's always been a source of comfort for those in dreams and he doesn't intent to change that now. His wings shift and one drapes like a cloak over Kirika's shoulders.]

This is a dream.

[He spoke in a soft kind voice.] Ganondorf holds no power over you here. These are simply your fears. [Dreams are often distorted slightly but as Seth sits and watches the boy he notices a change. Like a ripple in the dream around him. Not just a dream but a vision.]

It looks as if she escape.

[He points out, his head turned towards the frozen fleeing pair.] Will you face the man in black and save her?

I've had this dream before. A lot. Before I knew him or her.

[Link nodded slowly and met the tiger's gaze.]

Yes.

[Almost as an afterthought,]

Always.

[Seth's paw steps forward again and the scene before Link shifts. The sun has risen over head and while Link hasn't moved, he'll see a young Zelda standing in front of him. It's similar to the memory of when they first met. She turns and laughs when she sees him.]

She's in many of your dreams. [He says this as if it's a good thing but almost as a passing comment that doesn't require more elaboration.]

You will save her, so why torment yourself with dreams of darkness. Here, you are the master.

Killing is something she's really good at. I'm really good at.

[She lays by him, feeling comfort from his purrs. She's not sure why she's sharing this to him. When he drapes his wing over her, his wing brushes her bare arm which makes her squirm. Kirika brushes her arm trying not to jerk it away. She's ticklish, okay.]

Do you have a name?

The Great Deku Tree told me it was because evil was approaching, back home. I'm not sure why I'm having 'em here.

[His expression brightened a little seeing her happy as she was when he left her to find the Spiritual Stones.]

There is more to killing than just ending a life.

[His voice lowers some as his head presses softly against her side. His fur is soft and against her feels more like a blanket.] You are more than a killer. [Seth pauses and for a second before offering Kirika a piece of truth about himself.]

I do not know my name.

The weight will never lift from your shoulders but I believe you will succeed. [Believing in something is the first step to making it happen and the wonderful thing about humans, or so Seth has found, is their ability to achieve amazing things.]

I can protect your dreams. You don't have to let your nightmares trouble you here little hero.

[She tilts her head back looking at him curiously, and a questionable look. More to killing than ending a life? Kirika isn't quite sure about it. Her red hues searches him for an answer.

But when the tiger reveals something about himself, there is actually a small smile.]

That's okay.

Is it?

[He asked curiously. Names had power, they defined people and made them into things that were less intimidating. Seth knew very little about himself or his birth, it was only him and his brother and his brother didn't share his secrets.]

Well...

[Names identified where one came from and who they were. Kirika was given lies when she woke up of both her name and birthplace. What she had left to do was to find the answers, that's all she could do. Kirika fell silent as she pushed herself back up. She stepped close to the disoriented glass sphere which separated her from her nightmare, or past. She didn't look back to the tiger as she spoke.]

Not everyone has a name. [Her hand reached out to touch the glass once more.]

[Fire. Blood. Death. A roar of such rage that it shakes the very heavens. Wings - a noonday sky made dark by legions of dragons in flight. The final day of the Dragonsong War; Nidhogg has called his brood to arms, and they have answered in numbers.]

[A lone figure, small and terrified but not daring to show it. Though little more than a child, she wields a power that has laid gods low - their shadows circle her even now, forever bound up with her soul. The hope of a nation. The warrior of light. A small and terrified girl, who wants nothing more than to go home and curl up with a mug of warm tea. But she cannot - she will not. Not even when the dreadwyrm Nidhogg himself lands before her, roaring its rage to the heavens again.]

[She cannot falter. She cannot fail. The soul of a dear friend hangs in the balance, and that alone is enough to spur her to action - nevermind the fate of the nation she stands defending. And so, though she wishes nothing more than to turn and flee, she screams her own defiance into the face of a being more demon than dragon - a demon that has possessed one of her dearest friends.]

[Seth remains seated on the ground, his wings curling against the flat of his back as he watches her. Should she step through the glass he'd vanish though he'd continue to try and shape her dreams to something more pleasant.]

And your name?

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