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UPDATE 05 - 12/2017 HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! We have a new announcement for you, holiday gifts and of course we're giving warm welcomes to our newest members!! Keep your eyes peeled for more c: Also, did you notice we're 2 months old now? Yaaay!

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UPDATE 03 - 10/2017 Rise's first on-site challenge is up! Come celebrate Halloween with us and earn points and pretty badges~

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TEK
 Posted: Oct 28 2017, 03:01 AM
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challenge!

#1 - halloween

October 28th - November 5th

Hey guys!! Are you excited for Halloween??? We know we are!

So because we're so excited for this holiday and because we get to celebrate it with awesome people like you guys, we decided to host a lil' writing challenge!

What's more is that this time, participation will be rewarded too! Everyone gets 50 points for their entry (one per char), as well as a badge to show off that you're one of the cool kids who take part in all sorts of fun stuff (and to pimp your profile up)! We see you, Courtney.

Our Halloween-themed challenge will be revolving around your characters' darkest, deepest fears - be those 84 or just one big bad fear that makes them who they are.

So what's your character afraid of? Death? The space? Another Color? Getting noticed by their senpai?

Give us your most bone-chilling, blood-curling written creation yet.

Post below your submissions and get your 50 points per char and your spooky badge user posted image !
You may repost your snippets in your development threads if you wish to do so, but keep in mind that only what gets posted in this thread will be counted as a submission. (limit: one snippet per char)

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ATHENA SNOW
 Posted: Oct 31 2017, 12:50 AM
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ATHENA SNOW
Offline / OBSIDIAN


      Obsidian's are trained to have no fear. No fear. No love. No nothing. Obsidian's have no feelings, it;s how they are raised and how they are expected to behave. On this account Athena has broken the rules on more then one occasion. She loves her best friend. He is her other half, sometimes even her better half. She fears the Greys.

      Athena is not a good Obsidian, but then again she hasn't always been a good one. She is smaller then the rest of her color and feels more. However what she lacks in size she makes in for in agility. What disadvantages her feelings of love give her she makes up for in with her blood lust. No, she might not be the model Obsidian, but she was good at what she did and that was all that mattered.

      Fear doesn't help her though. Fear made her weak, flighty even. Anytime she spotted a Grey things changed. Her skin becomes more pale, her heart races. Her fear of Grey's made her weak. She needed to get rid of it, needed to shake it, but she couldn't. No matter what she tried she just couldn't get past her fear. She thought moving in with her best friend would help, but no that just made her fear change. Now she wasn't just afraid of the Grey's, she was afraid that the Greys would come for the two of them.

      Still. Living with him was better then living without him, and she hoped that sooner or later she would be able to shake the fear.

      Hope. Another useless emotion.
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SAVANNAH DAVIS
 Posted: Oct 31 2017, 12:51 AM
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Apprentice
Heterosexual
Single
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16 posts
205 points
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Dino
SAVANNAH DAVIS
Offline / GOLD


      Most of the time her sleep was easy. She drifted into it, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the feather filled pillow, but tonight was different. Sure she fell asleep fast enough but when she feel asleep she awoke in a dungeon of sorts. It was dark, it was damp, and she couldn't tell that it was just a dream. Attempting to get up she found that she was bound and immediately started to panic. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know why she was there, all she knew was that she was in trouble. Something bad had happened and now she was stuck. She wanted to scream, to call out for help, but her years of training had taught her better then that so she just sat there, trying to take in her surroundings and figure out what was going on.

      After what she thought must have been hours Savi saw a large screen light up not far from where she was bound. The screen lit up, on it there was Nova in chaos. It wasn't the good kind of chaos though, not the kind that she imagined making when the rebellion came to light, it was madness. There was death everywhere, though none of the blood belongs to that of a Gold. No, all of it comes from that of the lower colors. In the corner of the screen there is a women speaking, she is talking about the failed rebellion. She is talking about how the leaders of the rebellion had been captured, her face and the faces of her friends come on screen as the women talks on and on.

      Tears start to fall down her face as she realizes just what she's watching. It's her biggest fear, the rebellion has failed and both her and all of her friends have been captured. They are going to be killed, she knows because the woman says as much. There was not going to be a second chance, all those who wanted the rebellion would be killed and then things would go back to the way they were. Golds on top, Reds on the bottom.

      With a defeated smile her tears turn into screams. Screams mixed with both fear and anger. This nightmare is far from over.
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MICHAEL GRAHAM
 Posted: Oct 31 2017, 05:49 PM
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Single
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MICHAEL GRAHAM
Offline / BLUE


Darkness has been the way to live life ever since he was a teenager, the dark is not scary, the dark is friendly, comforting. Michael doesn’t understand how people can fear something that is everywhere, that is a fact of life. So no, darkness does not scare him, neither does the fact that he has an apparent disadvantage compared to everyone else.

He’s not fearless, however, there is something that he tries to not show, a fear poorly disguised as anger anytime someone offers unsolicited help, anytime someone tries to do things for him he’s completely capable of doing.

Dependency.

The thing Michael fears above all else is being dependent on someone, to be so damaged he can’t do simple everyday tasks without begging for people’s help was his worst nightmare. He can deal with the pitying looks, he didn’t even see the looks, he could deal with constantly having to fight to assert himself (and boy did he fight), he could even deal with having to constantly remind people that he wasn’t some potato who couldn’t even piss by himself.

He cannot deal with being a useless excuse of a blue or to be retired before he was even 35, he couldn’t deal with an empty existence under someone’s constant watch to see if he wasn’t going to accidentally kill himself.

So he fought against everyone he could, fighting for his independency every day of his life.
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MARKUS DOMINIC
 Posted: Oct 31 2017, 06:47 PM
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slacker
heterosexual
single
28
34 posts
80 points
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MARKUS DOMINIC
Offline / GOLD


Ever since you take your first breath, your future is all decided for you. Decided not by being written on paper, but by the way your family raises you. You're a Gold, and by definition, you're the most precious and known metal out there. So you have to be tough as a metal, shine like gold itself and be worth just as much. Your future has been decided.

You're raised in luxury, you can basically afford anything that would ever cross your mind and you dont ever shy away from using your Gold privilege in life. Hovervehicles, mansions, technology, Pinks, drugs, health - all is within your reach. You know you wont ever need to work a day in your life, as long as your parents still hold their title and still get money from their businesses, and it would be hard not to.

What you cant buy, however, is the human nature itself. You could pay people to be your "friends", but in reality, no one would care about you. And you can buy as many Pinks as you can fit in your huge house, but you'll never be able to buy love.
It doesnt help that your parents shoved you in an arranged marriage either, and that thought of possibly not being able to win your supposed lover's affection...haunts you. More than it should, really. She should be in awe with you because of how you look and because of how rich you are and hell - who else has such a badass metal arm? But you just cant understand why she wont act like a proper lover.

You hate it.
But deep down,
you know you actually fear being left alone.
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LORELEI HENDRIX
 Posted: Nov 2 2017, 11:26 PM
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mermaid
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45 posts
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LORELEI HENDRIX
Offline / GOLD


When you’re born on top of the food chain, it doesn’t let much room for fear. What was there to fear for someone that could have everything?

When she learned of the concept of death, it scared her like it would any other child. It didn't even seem real until she got sick. The seriousness with which her mother took her treatment brought a brief realization of one’s mortality. And while you still had to make your life count, money was a comfort and reassurance that it'll be a long way until it happened.

When she started to witness their parents' lack of love for each other, besides sadness, she felt that confusing feeling again. But ultimately, she understood that it was their business alone. They would still be family, no matter what happened between them.

When she was learning history and sociology asa teenager, she would often stumble over men's actions that she couldn't understand. Hate, murders, rebellions, pettiness. “People are scared. For their safety and their families. For their wellbeing, their health, their wealth” her teachers would tell her about the lower colours and their distress, their fight for survival.
“People act out in fear” her mother would tell her about the higher colours instead. “Fear about their reputation, of being ridiculed, of being held accountable for their actions, of rejection, etc. They mock and bully back to hide their shame.”

A lesson well learned about people’s motivations, but not a very familiar concept.

Not too long ago from the present, though, it dawned on her. It spread its cold roots through her, unaware, gripping at her heart. It began to plague her.

It was just a day as any other – a leisure day, free of obligations, just her and her best friend, hanging out. They had a reason or another, but really, it was more of an excuse.

It caught her mid-laugh, the realization that the same two hazy sentiments kept recurring in those kinds of moments. She looked at him: illuminated by the screen in front of them, his usual expression of annoyance at someone over the other side of the virtual world. Lorelei wasn’t listening what he was saying anymore – probably something insulting to the other person; she was just watching him and smiling at Olivier. When he asked questions, she just hummed, not catching it – all she could think in that moment was that this seemed a lot like love.

The second thing she thought in that moment was how lonesome the feeling was - how it could never happen. She would never be able to step over their colour-separated society and never fully be with him, not in public. It was a thought so unbearable, it started keeping her awake at night: the fear that she will have to live her whole life without him. He would be so close – yet he will never be hers, not completely.

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MIKE SMITH
 Posted: Nov 3 2017, 11:21 AM
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servant
heterosexual
single
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19 posts
70 points
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MIKE SMITH
Offline / BROWN



When you're a Brown, it doesnt take a lot to scare you. You dont know what privilege means, you're born to serve the luckier ones. Born to live around the luxury you will never afford, it should probably plant seeds of envy in you, but it doesnt. You dont care much for all that glitter and gold, for you know it doesnt build character.

You've worked for cruel Golds, for nice Golds and you fear the nice ones more than you fear the crude.

You fear that one day, after working for a while for one of the rare, kind Golds, you'll get attached.

Attached, like a little pup who keeps getting taken in a family, then dumped if they sat on the leather couch. You dont like feeling like you're getting along too well with the Golds, the fear sneaks up on you, and you get terrified by the idea of having to switch families again.

Like nothing happened. Like no friendships are built, nothing. Like you're just an object, that's how it all makes you feel.

So you try your hardest to stick to the Brown rules, be respectful, refuse the excess of kindness now and then, you dont get too comfortable - because you know that,
in the end,
you'll always be just a Brown.

And you fear missing your temporary friends.

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ASTERIN SARGENT
 Posted: Nov 3 2017, 08:55 PM
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medic on SSS Viper
bisexual
single
30
63 posts
480 points
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Vera
ASTERIN SARGENT
Offline / YELLOW


Insomnia aboard the ship isn’t uncommon among any crew member. But everyone deals with it differently.

The doctor tries to exhaust herself every day, physically and mentally. But when all else fails, there is one place on the ship she likes to go. A place not overly populated, where she can sit in silence and just stare through the windows. She could stay for hours and not get bored – she’d just go there with her thoughts, her recurring nightmares and just try to make sense of her life – instead of staring at a ceiling, here she has a nicer view.

She ran to space to get away from colour politics and mad scientists. She changed her whole life to avoid being put into a lab again, to do their evil bidding and torture poor souls, humans and aliens alike. Sometimes she has nightmares that she’s still there, she can still see the numerous poisons they developed and the way it would burn to the bones.

Sometimes her parents are there – but most of the times, it’s her brother plaguing her. He’s as angry as ever and takes it out on her, haunting her like a wraith, like a fury. Sometimes he blames her for everything, sometimes he makes her feel guilty for not going with him. She wonders where he ended up and even if he’s alive anymore – and if there was something she could have done to help him. But most of all, she feels guilty for not really wanting to find him at all, ashamed to admit that he’s another reason that she ran to space, where chances to bump into him are lower.

Sometimes in those nightmares he tells her it’s aliens that destroyed the lab in the first place, that somehow their kind found out what they were doing there to their brothers and sisters. Sometimes he makes her paranoid that an invasion is imminent, that they know and they’re coming.

It makes her wonder what would happen if she were to encounter one now, in their many travels – a free one... a living one. Foreign life used to be a source of wonder, but now she’s scared some might find out just how monstrous the human race is – and hold her accountable. After all, she heard enough how some might have special abilities, what if they can read her mind? She thinks about it often – fearing their judgement, but wanting it at the same time, wanting some sort of absolution.


When she sits down to look into space, she does so with a heavy heart. But when she finally stands up, she’s reminded just how little they are, specks of stardust floating in the void. The sun will rise again – even if it’s over someone else.

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RUBY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Nov 4 2017, 10:09 PM
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law enforcer
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RUBY BLACKWOOD
Offline / GRAY



Never been the perfect Gray.

Which is unfortunate, really. You're supposed to show people an example of how to behave, to enforce the law, keep everyone in check. In line. Like at an execution.

You shift on the other side...

Not the perfect Gray, but they dont know that, yet - at least. You dont know for how long you'll be able to hide it, though. You dont know how much of a good job you're doing at hiding your sins. The irony makes you the Gray who didnt feel safe.

A heavy sigh...

You fear so many things that sometimes you wonder how you even managed to become a Gray, not like it's a matter of choice, though. Your family was Gray, it was only natural you'd follow in their footsteps, even if you wanted to or not. It didnt matter that keeping crime in check didnt appeal to you, it was a necessary evil that you had to put up with for the greater good.

You remember this one time, on your birthday, that your foster parents at that time offered you their gifts at the same time. In your foster mom's box were a bunch of cop toys, plastic guns and handcuffs, a pretty golden cop pin like you've seen in old movies on the sheriff's shirt. To her disappointment, your excitement for the gifts only surfaced towards your supposed aunt's box, which revealed a bunch of coloring books, modelling clay and the prettiest crayons you'd ever have.

You've never seen your a woman slap another right across their face before that.

Another sigh...

The fact that you dont feel like you fit in used to scare you when you were younger. You'd be scared that your own Gray colleagues would break down your door in the middle of the night, drag you out of your bed and take you to who knows what kind of dark corner of this world.

You grip your pillow's side...

That feeling somehow eased up with time, you got bolder, more confident of your own skills and you've started a blog, a safe corner for people with alike mindsets. Not rebels, but... open minded individuals. People who could see beyond what was laid in front of them, beyond what was meant to be obstructing their view. You had people empathize with you, and it no longer allowed you to feel like you were going crazy over what you felt. It was...good. It felt right.

Content breathing... for once.

Your peaceful state doesnt last long, and from one train of thought you jump onto another fast-moving train that feels like it's going faster than the light. So fast, that the railings get left behind, you watch everything fly past you from the open box's door, holding onto the edge tightly.

You drift into space, a vast nothing, which in return makes you feel just as little and insignificant. Thousands of stars shine in the endless horizon, planets and rocks dashing by as the train keeps racing. Just like your heart.

You slowly lower yourself to the floor of the boxcar, terrified. There's the abyssal silence, so unnerving, you can hear your own heartbeat as it tries to go faster than this train of yours.

Then, it all stops, you're not on the move anymore, just slowly floating away in space, little lights drifting by in the pitch black background. There's no sound, no color, no smell - and you realize there should be no air as well.

Your palm covers your nose...

To inspect your breathing, you move the back of your hand to your nose, only holding onto the floor's edge with a hand now. Your skin gets stained Violet, then, a kaleidoscopic liquid is oozing out of your nose and you feel like you're choking - but you're in space, that's supposed to happen, right?
No, it's not.
Nothing about you is right. Nothing, not your mind, not your inclinations, not your Color and...

You stretch your arm, and your fingers tap against skin. Someone else's skin...

...And there's someone next to you, on the train, in the back of the compartment you're in, but you cant see them, it's too dark. There's no light in space. You can just feel their presence, then, without a warning, their frame flies by you, floating outside the train, the outline of their shadowy body marked by stars glowing. They extend a hand to you, an invite to join them in the unknown, the scary, the dangerous place that is space.

You grab their hand, it feels like you're holding silk in your palm, and you try to pull them back into the safety of the train, but the fabric gets tugged away, almost as if it mocks you.

Your hand falls on the cold sheets, but your body craves warmth...

So you stand up in the train, then you take a leap towards the frame and the abyss hugs you, it engulfs you and your whole being.

You roll on the other side...

It's like you're floating in space, until your limbs crash against a burning surface - you're terrified that you've drifted into the sun.

But then, the sun grown and its rays turn from a blinding white to an astonishing purple, tattered by electric blue, then milky green and it explodes - claiming you as its victim.

Panting, you slowly wake up, while your hand explores the forms you're now pressed against, it feels like soft hills and valleys are uncovered by your touch...

And your eyes open, gaze lingering on the person right next to you.
Beautiful, in the moonlight that caresses their skin carefully, like a work of art, he sleeps peacefully right there, next to you. Brown hair, so dark in the night, begging for your fingers to run through it, so they do, without waking up the lover.

You feel under your touch a trace on their skin, which you follow carefully, earning a long sigh from the man because of your delicate touch.

Then you realize what the intricate traces are, and as the word spells in your mind, DigiTats, your blood runs cold. Your heart stops.

Then you wake up for real, panting and sweating in your bed, this time alone, in the room only accompanied by the sneaky moonlight, and your cat sleeping at the end of the bed. You panic, stand up from your previously cozy bed, to go put on a canvas what you've dreamed. It's the only way you can keep yourself sane, use the muse, otherwise you know you'll have to think about what you've dreamed, and you dont want to realize things. Just ignore everything, and it will go away.

You have to go back on the Viper tomorrow.
Well, it's already tomorrow anyway.

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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
 Posted: Nov 5 2017, 05:07 AM
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OLIVIER KOWALSKI
Offline / SILVER


Spiders, crawling over your legs, climbing up, thousands of them, Climbing all over your body at night when you’re the most vulnerable.

The vicious, yelow bred, horned sharks grown in test tubes in some distant colonie in one of Jupter’s moons. There’s documentaries about it, tv shows showing how vicious those things are, how many handlers were killed by just trying to feed the things, and then there were alos the pictures on the internet showing every gorey details of the bite marks or people stabed by the shark. They nightmare indicing if you’re impressionable 8 year old with too much internet freedom and too much time.

The sense of dread when you are all alone in a new situation, when you have to presente a decente ide ato a room full of more skilled and more experienced silvers. Having a crowd picking apart every word you utter and your future is at their hands and you could screw yourselve over with just one wrong word.

Living so far away from your friends, never meeting them in real life and not really knowing what they are up to unless you and them both are online and feel like chatting. Not knowing if they are dead or alive after you go two, three, four weeks withouth hearing from them. Wondering if this will be your last conversation.

All that were fears Olivier dwelled every once in a while, stupid insecurities that may or may not have any kind of fundament. But there was one thing that made him bury himself into his games until his brain was mush and nothing else came to mind beside hack and slashing the enemy.

What if they find out that a silve ris having innapropriate thoughts... feelings for a gold? What if they can tell by just looking at you?
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LISSE BELLEE
 Posted: Nov 5 2017, 05:49 AM
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LISSE BELLEE
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Twisting over in the bed, Lisse moaned softly and opened her eyes to find that her master wasn't there. It was something that happened when he didn't want to wake her but had something to do & had to get up earlier.

Pouting, she slipped out from under the sheet and reached down to find the little black heels that she kept tucked under for going around. Putting them on, she got up to walk across the quarters to the bathroom where she washed her face, brushed her hair, put on some lipstick and the other bits she needed to do in there.

Going to towards the door, she stopped and then turned back, remebering that she had been asked to actually wear clothes.

Moving to the cupboard, she removed a thin green silk wrap and held it to her breasts with one hand before beginning to wrap it around herself. After a few minutes, she had covered herself up to the state of decency and then tied it at her waist.

Changing her shoes for some that matched the wrap, Lisse checked herself in the mirror before leaving the quarters. Making her way to one of the lifts, she headed down to the mess hall and found it was empty - probably because of the time.

She got herself a big plate of bacon eggs & sausages and a glass of water, and sat down to look out the big windows. Lisse loved watching the stars as the ship passed through them. Lisse went through her plate pretty quick, and went back for some toast too, before she was satisfied.

Thinking about it, she was wondering why no one else had come along, and felt lonely. She didn't have much to do so she deciced to go up and watch on the bridge. Entering a lift, she spoke, "Bridge please."

The lift began moving and Lisse hummed to herself as she waited for it. But when the lift door opened, the sight she saw was not what she had been expecting. Gasping when she found it empty, Lisse moved out of the lift quick and spun, looking for anyone.

But it was like a ghost town. Panicking, she raced over as fast as she could on heels and reached the captain's chair. Dropping down onto her pillow, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Please be there when I open my eyes. Please be there when I open my eyes. Please be there when I open my eyes."

Opening her eyes again, Lisse found that the bridge was still diserted and cried out in panic, "Where is everyone??"

The computer responded, "No other crew can be located aboard the SSS Viper. Registering sole occupant as captain."

Lisse wailed and ran around the bridge, "NOOOOOO! Bring them back. I don't want to have to do anything like that. I am owned, not free."

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Springing up in bed, Lisse screamed and suddenly realised she was back in the shared quarters, alone again. Jumping up and racing over to the comm, she tapped it, frantically speaking, "Bridge."

A few moments, a voice spoke, "Bridge here. What is up?"

Lisse smiled, although her heart was pounding, "Sorry, nothing."

Going to the bathroom, Lisse splashed water on her face & took her brush. Looking up in the mirror as she begun brushing, Lisse screamed again, as she watched her long brunette curls coming out each time she did.

Dropping the brush, Lisse reached up and ran her hands through, causing more of her hair to fall out. By now, half her head was going bald and tears begun streaming down her face.

Falling to the floor, she continued screaming.

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Springing up in bed, Lisse screamed and suddenly she felt arms shaking her & someone calling her name, "Lisse. Lisse. Wake up. You are having a bad dream."

Opening her eyes, she saw her owner and smiled, "Master. Sorry."

"It is okay. Come here and snuggle and go back to sleep."

Nodding, she slid closer and moaned softly, feeling warm and happy and safe in her master's arms. Closing her eyes, she went back to sleep with happy dreams.
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TEK
 Posted: Nov 6 2017, 08:52 PM
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