Rutian crouched down to a low stance, Lyaer'tsa held behind his back. Before him stood his enemies, countless in number, yet there only seemed to be five. The darkness that surrounded them did not show their face, but it didn't have to. He knew they were his enemies, and they were trying to kill him. In a rush of rage and power Rutian charged forward, Lyaer'tsa spinning in his hands like a graceful scythe of death.
The first figure moved towards him, as if to defend itself. The speed in which Rutian charged carried him straight through, slicing the figure almost in half. Rutian did not notice, and carried on, cutting and breaking until only one stood before him. He too carried a Lyaer'tsa, but it seemed to bend and curve, like a sort of large snake. The figure charged Rutian in a roar of rage. Completely off balance by the attack, Rutian felt his death approach, only to see his own face come running at him.
Aslond's sharp blue eyes snapped open and he stared directly into a pair of golden orbs that could have been the sun. Concern was hidden within those eyes, and love. Namyr lay half beside, half on top of him, staring down into his face. Aslond groaned and wiped the sweat from his brow, a thin sheet had accumulated on his body.
"Another nightmare?" Namyr asked, stroking one of his lekku in an almost cat like manner.
"Yea, same and they keep changing, getting further and further. I think this shrink you've got me going to is helping. I saw myself tonight, just like the shrink said I would." Aslond said, stroking the fire red cheek that glowed next to him.
Namyr nodded and nestled against Aslond's hand before burying herself in his chest. Aslond pulled the covers up to cover his sweaty body, and lay there considering going into the refresher or trying to get a few more hours sleep. Planning a wedding, specifically a Twi'lek wedding was a long and complicated process.
ASL/SGT
Alater Osted /2ndSQD/2PLT/1CMP/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE/Tadath [EW1] [ES1] [SoH] [[VUA-Eclipse]] [ROC:HW] [AS-6M] [IG] [RoM] [BC] [LoS] [AS-1Y]

"Lord, let those that love us, love us, and let those that don't have twisted ankles so we might know them by their limping"- Old Irish Proverb
"Not all those who wonder are lost."
"Let your life not be defined by those around you, but by those whom you hold dear to your heart, for they are the ones that validate your existence."-Pvt. Gray
"That light at the end of the tunnel is not Death, it's me, and a train." -
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