Wixi was drifting. There was a void, but not a black one. No, she was surrounded by nothingness, a white nothingness. She drifted throughout space and time, and throughout all of that, something was repeating. Not one something, multiple somethings. Images, tastes, senses, feelings, and thoughts.
Bitterness of a root.
Gemstones, glowing without any light.
Hate, pure hatred, stronger than any feeling she had ever felt before. It overshadowed everything else.
And the thought that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.
This is where I shall die.
Tooth, claw, blood, pain, red, anger, and... hope? Hope that she would make it out alive? No, that wasn't it. Hope for something else, but for what?
And then she woke up.
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"Well, I don't think we should trust him. The look in his eyes, there is something not right there."
Ruby stretched. Alright, lets see about this guy.
"So, what do you think we should do? I think we should tie him up anyways, until we get some information from him. Maybe take some stuff from him. That ring looks nice."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Ruby startled, jumped back a foot from the now screaming shapeshifter.
"Well, crap. Hurry up and find those ropes!"
[OOC: Imma use purple for Wixi, and Red for Ruby now. Btw, interesting fact, Wixi means 'any' in Samoli. Wixi, the shapeshifter.]