[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

 	As the domain was dreams was drawing ever closer to him, his mind slowly drifting off, he let himself think back to the morning. That creature would haunt his dreams for a good while, he suspected. His vision was a little blurry as he's eyelids were starting to close, but he could see the lights of the flames from the wooden stove, dancing on the roof of the tent. It was swirling, shifting and sending shades in countless shapes. In those he could see soulless, warriors, deaths and live. In the end the flame was both death and life.

	In those vague visions of dancing shades he saw the new enemy they had faced and a feeling of hopelessness took him. They couldn't even touch it as it flew like that. It may have controlled the ice and the mist, he couldn't be sure, it could have helped, but non the less it remained an incredible potent foe that he had not even heard of before.

	[color=9e005d]“I vill be prepared next time...”[/color]  He mumbled, relaxing down as he was about to fall asleep.[color=9e005d]” Next time I vill not...be...”[/color] Constantin words were cut midway as he finally fell asleep, leaving the tent quiet with only his quiet breathing and the crackling of wood to break the silence.