[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]

	[color=9e005d]“HA!”[/color] Constantin slashed at a creature of ice and fog that was morphing and twisting as the blade passed through it. It was not working... Nothing he would do was working. Such were his nightmares right now. The land of dreams was a scary and unknown place, governed by laws unknown to one's mind. As he would fight such a creature, things would change, meld, reform and rearrange, making him lose sense of direction and substance.

	[color=9e005d]“COME BACK HERE!”[/color] He shouted as he dashed after the misty creature that by all accounts he should be able to beat with his skills, but neither abilities nor steel worked on it. As he jumped after the mist, everything had once more changed, replaced by the sight of a frozen Veta, forever encased in ice. He could see the signs of death upon her preserved body. Then the echoes started, scary, haunting, telling him of his fault in stopping this.[color=9e005d]” NO! Begone evil!”[/color] He was his reply, as he swung at the ice to free the body.  This was just a nightmare... it had to be dammit. But his sword did nothing at the ice, instead it became frozen solid and so did his arm up to the shoulder. 

	His howl of pain echoed around as the ice shattered along with his flesh, blood gushing out, before the unknown creature suddenly appeared before him in a single arm's range. He wanted to strike at it, but the ice came again. First his legs, then his other hand as it crept upwards, slowly encasing him in ice. In the most horrifying of visions the icy mists that had already surrounded him surged into his body through his mouth, freezing his insides as they went.

	[color=9e005d]“Noooooooooooo!” [/color]He shouted, jumping from his bed, falling on his knees by it. Took him a few moments to realize his right hand was still attached and there was no frost. His heavy breathing slowly calmed down, sweat dripping off his forehead[color=9e005d].” Just a dream... it was just a dream...” [/color]He muttered in relief, finally noticing the festive sounds outside. Apparently something good was going on, what it was he was not sure. He finally decided to check it out, didn't feel like sleeping again.