15827/Snowy dream

Snowy dream
Date of Scene:	23 November 2023
Location:	Satana's dreams
Synopsis:	A new dream makes the rounds, lucky Satana.
Cast of Characters:	Harry Dresden, Satana

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Harry Dresden has posed:
Like the dogman dream before, Satana's dream is not normal for her. The powerful succubus would recognize the great white North whether she's seen it or not. Mountains and trees stretch every direction and it is cold.

The surrounding have various wild animals as well. Unfortunately, she sees a body of a young woman, partially eaten. She also notices a smell, a terrible smell of something more than the death at her feet.

Satana has posed:
Satana sighs and mutters profane things under her breath. "Harry, I'm going to murder you," she mutters in a fit of momentary pique. She looks down at her feet to see what she's stepped on in her dream, before swiveling her eyes over to the dead woman.

"Who killed you little one? And why didn't they wait for me so I could reap your soul?"

Such a humanitarian.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Poor Harry. Innocent of wrong doing here, but it still manages to come back to haunt him. While she looks over the dead woman's body, she can tell the smell is getting worse and something is definately walking around in the woods to her left. If she listens she will pick up on the fact it is bipedal in nature, but sees nothing yet.

Satana has posed:
Satana's eyes turn to the woods on the left, then flare up with Hellfire. In the real world this heralds the end of life of someone or something, since there is very little which can stand up to her Soulfire.

This is the dreamlands, however, where things don't always go where you'd expect. Still, flame builds up inside her soul, then spills out her eyes and rakes over the woods, burning away trees, and even small rocks melt under the heat of the fires of Hell.

"Now let's see what you are ... or what's left of you," she says, striding in the direction of where she heard the creature, starting to throw up shields against magical counterstrikes.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Deep into the woods, something watches her. She will see a deer's skull watching her. No indication that it was struck with the fire. The deer's skull rises up on two legs and it gets close to the ten foot tall mark. The creature looks as though it hasn't eaten in weeks, skinny enough to show it's brest bone and all the ribs. Blood onits mouth, neck, and chest indicate it has eaten recently.

Satana has posed:
"So you're the one that ate the mortal, are you?" Satana asks, subconsciously playing to the dream's reality, peering at the creature. "And it hasn't helped much. Tell me, how much more do you need to eat?"

She taps her teeth with her fingernails as she inspects the creature. "What can you offer me," she continues, "for enough food to put you back to full strength?"

With wide gestures a hole opens in the air behind her. Again in reality she would have opened the portal into a high security penitentiary's exercise yard where plenty of food would be lounging around or working out or the like. Since, though, she's in a dreamscape, where it really opens to is not clear because she's still buying into the reality, being asleep and not feeling in danger. Yet.

Harry Dresden has posed:
The creature cocks its head to the left, like a dog hearing a high pitched noise. Curious. The eyes have a glow that could rival Satana's own for the dread they should inspire. A soft, low groaning sound and then a high pitched whistling sound. It takes a steps towards her and the smell get stronger and it makes a sound. It almost sounds like a word,"..huuunngerr.."

Satana has posed:
Satana smiles, then, knowing all too well the feeling of overriding hunger that consumes all until it is sated. She has to deal with it every two weeks; her father's exquisite curse in action.

"All the food you need is in there," she says, gesturing to the portal she's opened. "You can eat to your heart's content and know that those whom you eat deserve what you do to them."

She pauses, lets the creature look, before moving the portal a bit away.

"But I will need something for it. What can you offer me?" Satana taps her teeth, as she considers. "I think the best you could offer is information. Who did this..." Her arm encompasses the gaunt form. "...to you? Who made you? Who controls you?"

Harry Dresden has posed:
The creature is tall, and so very skinny like it never has eaten despite the fact it ate the person recently. It starts towards the portal, curious. Then when it moves it turns its attention towards her again. A low, rumbling growl escapes the throat and it seems less interested in the portal now.

The scent is worse now as it breathes at her. Again with the head cocking to the side and then without warning it leaps at her. The teeth look human with elongated canines, pieces of rotted flesh and fabric between them. The creatures deformed, almost human looking face fills her perception and everything goes dark as the dream ends.

Does she wake? Does she go on to have a more normal dream for her? Does it just stay dark the rest of the night?

Satana has posed:
Satana wakes up, sitting bolt upright in her bed, full demonic form in presence: horns, wings, red skin, and fire for eyes. She growls, sending her imp servitors scattering, whimpering in fear, as she gets out of bed.

Facing a mirror, she stares at it and calms herself, slowly reverting to human form again as her fight-or-fl... OK, let's be honest, fight. ...reaction slows down.

"Someone is going to pay," she mutters to herself as her human form once again dominates.

She's the one who torments in dreams. Not the one being tormented. There will be payback.