Interesting.
Pushing through, it's dark at first. But as you begin to step cautiously forward, you find yourself in a dully white room, flickering lights above and a single, darkly stained rag of a blanket over in the left corner. There's a scaled ball curled up in the center, and it's sheer size and ominous aura makes you turn nervously and take a step back, your subconsciousness telling you to back up and tail it. As your body twists to leave, you hear a shifting noise, and your eyes return to the opposite end of the room, suddenly terrified.
A large, slow-moving Battleheart sways his way up to you, as if just rousing from a fitful sleep. His ebony scales shone dully beneath the artificial lights of the place, the otherwise luminous glow from his Dreamsnare markings muted as well. His footsteps were heavy and forced, drowsiness showing in the way his shoulders drooped tiredly; but this looked more like a mental exhaustion, not a physical one.
None the less, he was there, tired-eyed and waiting. As soon as he was fully aware of your precense and knew you weren't just a blurry figment of his imagination, his horned head perked up, and he opened his mouth to speak, but that unintentionally turned into a wide-gaping yawn, his black gums and perfectly pointed teeth gleaming in the harsh buzz of the lights before he snapped his jaws closed, irritated that he was so tired.
"Ambrose, my Master, demands that I welcome you." His voice was rough and hollow, like the sound of a shovel being drug over gravel. He lolled his head to the side slightly, his left wing giving a slight quiver, before he returned his attention to your trembling form; "He is requesting that you stay and make yourself comfortable, and if there's anything I can--" he gulped, obviously trying to force the words out "--assist you with, to please let me know."
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Your heartbeat pounds heavily in your chest, to the point where it seems like it will rupture up through your ribcage. You open your mouth to scream, but before the gutteral sound can work its way up your throat, you hear a soft, cooing voice blossom into existence to your right.
"Don't mind Dor'ekk, he's just a bit groggy."
You turn, surprised, and see a Dreamsnare Yonyuu, his elegant black fur sleek and shining, the muted green markings that glowed across his body seeming to shimmer in a way that told you he was something you could trust.
Or so you hoped.
"Our Master Ambrose is out at the moment, but could I help you in any way? You're more than welcome to send him a PM if you really want to talk to him directly...but we are just as good company as anyone else." He smiled, showing a mouthful of black gums fitted with sharp, white teeth. "I don't know so much about Dor'ekk, but I'm more than happy to entertain you!"
The Yonyuu's tail swished gracefully behind him, his feathered wings flitting with excitement as he cocked his head to the left and turned his ears forwards, anticipating your answer.
"So? What leads you here?"
