Zaurielle

That night, Sagacious' sleep was tormented by images of his past, haunting scenes of his parents death as usual, tonight interspersed with racy memories of Isobel. The freckles on the bridge of her nose in summer, the way her cheeks blushed when they'd been intimate. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her bare skin were all so very vivid.

Her hazel eyes would lock with his own, her mouth would open to speak and then shadows would cover everything. Blood would spill from her open mouth and her skin rotted as he watched in silent horror. Her clawed hand would reach for his face and he awoke with a scream. Sheets and blankets twisted and tangled about him, damp with sweat. The moonlight lit his pale skin and his celestial symbol markings stood out dramatically in the light. He sat shaking for a few moments in the cool night air, trying to focus his thoughts, while outside the tin roofs of the neighborhood began to patter with raindrops.