[It's impossible for the dreamer to know when one dream bleeds into another. Cater's dream doesn't altogether change so much as it simply shifts. The sex worker from an anonymous brothel exists, now, in the twisted world of Leona's Sunset Savanna, Cater Diamond is cajoled from the safety of his establishment by a smooth talking hyena.
Maybe he knows that it's a bad idea. Hadn't he heard the rumors? People being brought before the King, never to be seen again? And the hyenas...they were always the ones that seemed to make sure of it, weren't they? But, maybe he doesn't care. Maybe what Cater has had so far isn't enough for him, anymore. Maybe if he doesn't come back from this, it's all for the better.
So, he's brought into the throne room--and, admittedly, it's a bit more intimidating than he had imagined. The setting, the amount of bodies all with their eyes on him, the blood dripping from jaws. He gulps, and maybe it's that remaining sliver of self-preservation-inspired hesitation that has the hyena who had him by the arm shoving him forward.
He staggers, but manages to keep himself on his feet, playing it off with a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.]
Hey, now, no need to be like that. I walked here with ya on my own two feet, didn't I?
[Leona Kingscholar cuts a much more imposing figure than he could've imagined, but Cater smiles as if he has all the confidence in the world to be approaching a throne at a King's behest.]
Unless you're into the whole wilting damsel act. I can beg.
The Lion Eats (Dreamshare Event)
Maybe he knows that it's a bad idea. Hadn't he heard the rumors? People being brought before the King, never to be seen again? And the hyenas...they were always the ones that seemed to make sure of it, weren't they? But, maybe he doesn't care. Maybe what Cater has had so far isn't enough for him, anymore. Maybe if he doesn't come back from this, it's all for the better.
So, he's brought into the throne room--and, admittedly, it's a bit more intimidating than he had imagined. The setting, the amount of bodies all with their eyes on him, the blood dripping from jaws. He gulps, and maybe it's that remaining sliver of self-preservation-inspired hesitation that has the hyena who had him by the arm shoving him forward.
He staggers, but manages to keep himself on his feet, playing it off with a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.]
Hey, now, no need to be like that. I walked here with ya on my own two feet, didn't I?
[Leona Kingscholar cuts a much more imposing figure than he could've imagined, but Cater smiles as if he has all the confidence in the world to be approaching a throne at a King's behest.]
Unless you're into the whole wilting damsel act. I can beg.