There was darkness, when a fire. It sparked and then ignited the darkness. The tall shadows of threes became clearer in the darkness. Jay could smell the stench of flesh and sweat. A foul stench of body odour and filth. A powerful presence in the darkness approached. Something tall, muscle bond and green. It approached him and laughed.
“Brother,” Said the orc.
Jay sat up in darkness, panting and drenched in cold sweat.
“Wha, what!?” He cried.
“Whoa, you okay dude?” Said Lance. He sat up, rubbing the keep from your eyes. He reached over, and flicked on the lamp. “Whoa. You alright Jay? You look a mess.”
Jay shrugged, “ I’m just gonna go to the bathroom. Wash my face.”
Lance nodded knowingly, and Jay got up and went to the bathroom.
What was that dream? He thinks to himself as he turned on the bathroom light. He leaned wearily on the bathroom since and sighed.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He tells his reflection.
He stared for a moment at his reflection. Was something different? Maybe a trick of the shadows on his face, or perhaps his exhaustion. His canines seemed slightly more pronounced, although that couldn’t be true. Unless, no.