[D8, Dream] Fear Eats The Soul (Open)

[ooc: Further contributions welcome!]

Riverrun's Godswood.
Deepest, darkest night.
Her body bare and vulnerable in biting wind and snow.
The cold stings her naked skin.
She is surrounded.
Cornered.
Haunted.
Faces.
Cruel faces.
Laughing.
Sneering.
Isobel's icy stare;

"
Fool girl. Wilful as ever. Seven take your pride! You have ruined us!"

Lord Corben, face decayed by disease and grave rot, careworn, despondent;

"
You should not be my heir!"

Athelstan's enraged, one-eyed glare, tears of blood trickling from under his eyepatch;

"
Inconstant hag! You did this to me!"

Lord Kriegar's angry roar, his face red with rage;

"
My son died for your family, and I demand recompense!"

Ben, looking spiteful and bitter, his face scarred and red, like the carved visage of a weirwood;

"
I didn't want you! It was Gwyn that should have been mine!"

Baelon sneering haughtily;

"
Your House is doomed. I won't go down with that ship."

Garrett Snow's face, leering, red-lipped, saying nothing, but breathing heavily.
Thousands of literally faceless smallfolk, baying and wailing;

"
You do nothing for us!"


A cacophony of harsh words in angry voices;

"
You're a failure! You will destroy your House and shame your family!"


"
No!"
she cries, hot tears spilling down her cheeks, hugging herself defensively, unable to protect her modesty.
Or her safety, as many gnarled, clawed hands swarm over her skin and begin to dig their nails in.

Tearing.
Peeling.
She screams in pain as they rip her flesh away.
Taking her apart.
Strip.
By.
Strip.

(ooc: insert before the flesh rending.)

A small figure huddle on the stone floor weeping. As Corrine's trembling hand reaches to touch the sobbing shoulder. The figure turns lunging at her. Bloody tears pour forth from her hollow eyes. Her tiny claw like hands lunging for her throat.

"
You stole my heart and my brother!"

a large mountain of flesh begins to grow from her striped form on her stomach. the muscles stretch and split, causing Lady Corrine to scream in pain and writhe in agony. Clawing, nashing its trying to get out. Throwing her head back she lets out a primal scream to the universe of defiance and pain. suddenly the claws break through, followed by a serpentine black neck. One shoulder comes out, followed by a second claw, then another shoulder. Red eyes glow greedily as they stare at her, promising pain, promising power. Eventually the form collapsed next to Lady Corrines bloody form. Exhausted. Then it begins to eat.