[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    felt an odd sluggishness as he ‘woke’ into the Hunter’s Dream, like everything was slower than it ought to have been. It didn’t fade, but as he focused on other things the impression of it grew less distinct. Farren shook his head to try and dispel the odd feeling, but eventually he just moved on. He gathered with the others and the Memory resolved, his sense of self fading as he slipped into it almost like a dream within the Dream.

As the events unfolded, he was swept up in them, feeling the fear of the assembled hunters, the rush of the strange rookie, the hunger of the beast. It was thrilling and there was a certain intensity that enraptured him, caught him and held him in its sway until finally he rocked back into his own body and—much like Ophelia—he had to catch himself after the Memory faded.

Farren blinked, widening his stance rather than stumbling, shaking his head a bit to help ground himself in his own body once more. There was a thoughtful expression on his features in the aftermath, and a hunger in his eyes. An intensity, though it was bereft of the joy and noble bearing that the young Dietrich had carried.

Farren smiled slightly as he heard Ophelia’s words, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Exceptional indeed…”[/b][/color] he agreed, even as his mind surged with inspiration.

Seeing Dietrich fight, witnessing him utterly [i]dominate[/i] the ferocious beast with a silent, seemingly effortless grace…it had filled Farren with intermingled admiration and desire. Admiration for the man who had been the First Hunter of their time and desire for the strength that he held.

Thus the hunger, a hunger for the echoes that could feed that aspiration, that could push him towards those heights.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Seize every advantage,”[/b][/color] Farren muttered to himself before his attention shifted, noting Ophelia having rushed over to their hosts.