<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown364_zps8fc2f536.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Elisabeth Boyle<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Monday, May 1st 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Just after dawn.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her bed and private room.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">night terror</div><div class="spoiler_body">‘…the mist rolled around her and the eyes glowed green and red and circled and she felt the fear coil in her soul and the desire flame in her body. It had seemed like hours and she was tired and sore and soiled and her soul was filled with a terror that at times held her screams choking in her throat. She struggled again bound over the black altar as something came close in the mist, its cold clawed hands slid up her naked flesh and she screamed again straining at the black metal chains that held her…the claws reached for her and …’</div></div><br/>Elisabeth sat up in her bed as the sun peeked through her drawn shades. She was trembling and sweat covered her nude flesh. Her bed was wet from the sweat and her forced desire as she held the light cover up around her. She took a dozen deep breaths that made her lovely breasts quiver as they rose and fell then shook the damp hair from her face and stood letting the cover fall away revealing that as many rumored she slept completely nude. She had always done so since she turned 12, it had felt more natural to her and somehow correct. She made her way to the wash stand and poured water into the basin and then took hand fulls to splash her face. It was wasteful she knew that but she needed to try and stem the fires in her body somehow.<br/><br/>It was Monday morning, so at least she did not have to again make an excuse as to why she looked haggard to the ladies of her tea group. Monday after all was the day she would go over to the other mesa and visit with the Collegium. She supposed that would be very useful considering the after affects her night terror always placed on her. At least there she could look for help in her relief without it becoming gossip fodder for the righteous ladies of the First Church of Gomorra.<br/><br/>She stretched feeling her body’s need and sighed. It was becoming harder to ignore and fight off. Ever since she had arrived in Gomorra the night mare she has had since she was 12 had become more frequent. Once a week now and sometimes even more and each time left her harried and ragged for 2 days afterward, the fear or the nightmare had dogged her for 12 years now and still she never could fully remember it… Glowing eyes in the mist or fog, altars of black rock, chains of black metal and her always helpless unable to escape…terrified at the things she could not see.<br/><br/>As she looked in the mirror she again wondered why she didn’t just leave. Before she had arrived in Gomorra the dream had come only once a month at worst, yet now she could not go a week without it influencing her. She should leave. Yet she did not want to. Something had drawn her here and she felt she had to stay to find out what that was. It was illogical, it went against all her reason and yet she could not find the will to leave.<br/><br/>So she fixed herself some coffee and a bite to eat and dressed in her nice skirt and blouse, making sure to slip her revolver into the special holster she wore. Checking herself and gathering her fedora she headed out and walked briskly through the early morning streets till she came to the bridges across to the Distinguished Collegium of Interspatial Physics.<br/>