[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 Constantin fell asleep and his mind moved to the state of dreaming, he was quite restless. The events of the day had left their mark on the man as he turned in his sleep. Dreams were a weird thing, so vivid while you have them and almost fogotten the moment you wake up only to fade in the next moments anyways. What he dreamt of was a complete mess. A non sensible tangle of threads of logic and memories, of thoughts that were given image from the deapths of his mind. 

	There was everything from the pleasant night sleep, to flashbacks to the performance, to ones of the deep cold abyss that was the water  they nearly drowned in that morning. As such his dream could more easily called a nightmare really. Amist the pleasant images and sensations, the darker ones were turning out in greater and greater number, causing him to turn ever so violently in his sleep, cold sweat covering his body as flashes of near tragedies and potential catastrophes were overtaking his wandering hte lands of dreams mind. Yes there were things out there that only the nightmares could make more horrible than they already were. 

	As the celebration outside was picking up speed, so was his nightmares. Still he was a man of loaylty and action so even in his nightmares he wasn't going to be done in without a fight. Still a little fear lingered in him of the unknown enemy htey faced. How was he going to prepare for that thing?!