Running, always running, the dark finger moved without sound or true motion. Floating along over the eternal darkness his silver eys peirce the soul, drawing out visions of one's self, slowly taking that form. Silver wings emerge, but a dark aura laces them. Death, decay, the elements of death lie beneath the surface as a ghastly skeletal hand reaches out...

Eleax awoke in a cold sweat, trying to call out but no sound emerged. Though finally calming down he got up, murmurring to himself, "Why? Why do I keep having these dreams? They mean something, I know they do..."
He sighed and left his room, spotting a soft light a little ways down the hall, heading towards it. It was a study which someone had been reading in earlier, it's walls lined with tall bookshelves and a few large padded chairs scattered through out. "Wow, this is amazing..." he said walking to one of the shelves and picking out a book, "Vipers and their culture?" he found a seat in one of the chairs, finding that there was a young woman across from him.

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