<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/e/D/v/7eDvh/2623622_20-_20Camilla_20Fire_Emblem_20Fire_Emblem_Fates_20sakimichan_l.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sasha</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864388)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Alluran Superior Lustbound<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorceress 9th<br/><strong>HP:</strong>55/55<strong>AC:</strong>21<strong>FF</strong>19<strong>T</strong>12<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Asleep in blue crystal coffin on display.<br/><strong>Actions</strong>Dreaming<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Damalla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><hr/><hr/>Dreams<br/><br/>Sasha a superior lustbound alluran laid in a ornate blue crystal coffin on display.    Asleep within the coffin, seemingly unaware what is happening around her.   Her beauty is otherworldly, she has a serene expression of peace on her face.   Her worth and position is measured by the royal guards that stand around the coffin.  Hovering overhead the visage of the  Asgardian goddess Qetesh.  Real to the masses is the visage of the goddess.  To those with power and ability to truly see, it is a mere apparition, a illusion of the goddess.<br/><br/>Choice, no a prize yes.  For she is property,  forged in agony so demented.  Shaped to belong and serve.  To center around one reality and one being he or she who claims her.<br/><br/>A woman incarnate of power looms ahead of her on a field.  Many dead laid upon the field.  Such discretion of life is sickening.   Yet Sasha is not affected by the horror that is spread out before her.  A familiar presence surrounds her and stands next to her.   No mather how much she attempts to see this reassuring presence that stands next to her on the field.   She cannot see his face.   It is shrouded in mystery and yet to be availed.<br/><br/>This unknown and horror before her should leave her in a ruin mess of quaking fear.   Yet she is filled with a radiance.   An she knows in that moment she loves the person next to her.  That his cause is her cause.  His righteousness is hers,  that she is his.  Despite not knowing who he or perhaps she is.   The feeling of one calms and centers her.  She would face this evil before them.   Knowing that she fueled by her love.<br/><br/>Suddenly the world shatters and is replaced by a world of crimson.  Chains burst from the ground lashing and ensnaring her around her limbs.   Two chains lash around her wrists and two around her ankles.   She is thrust in the air as she is arches her back and splayed spread in the air.   An the chains of hell begin pulling her down.<br/><br/>The goddess Qetesh hovers and observes as the battle rages.<br/><br/>The specter of arch mage Tesseron looms hovering,  holding its claim upon Sasha.   Even in death refusing to release his hold upon the alluran.   Slowly she is being dragged back to hell.   The alluran beauty struggling and in spastic jerking movements fights the chains that bound her and pull her downward.  Yet it is the unseen tether that is forming around her heart.   That lends her the strength to resist.<br/><br/>Suddenly as the tethered tendrils of love begin to filter in and clutch around her heart.   She suddenly is splayed out her fullest.   An then she tugs the chains and they shatter into a thousand pieces as she breaks the last grip of her old connection.  Freeing herself from its grip,  to move forward to claim what her heart needs, what her very essences and being craves and needs.<br/><br/>The struggle within the dreams is belied by the serene catatonic state Sasha lays in.   Not once does this serene look change.   Only the visage of the goddess Qetesh who looks away for a moment.   As if witnessing something unseen by all in gathering for the contest.<br/><br/><br/><br/>