Like a shadow over the polished wood and fine screen walls, a golden-white form drifted silently. Akin to wisp or cloud, its mass shifted and changed as it glided over the still compound, otherworldly and beautiful. It moved with a purpose, slipping around doors and through minute cracks in the wall until it reached its destination.
Below it now lie the sleeping form of a great warrior, peaceful and unaware as the fog coalesced; twisting and turning as it fell back into its natural form. As silky fur and sinuous muscle stretched and become whole, the fox-like creature stepped forward with a dainty paw, orange eyes staring intently as six tails waved gently. She reached into the sleeping man's mind, the mental link barely enough to stir him.
Dreams did not come easy to Ike Michihiro, but tonight was a different night- In a slow fuzz, like heat wavering on the horizon, a picture began to form. The dream was so vivid and real, nearly too much so; unveiling before his closed eyes, forming in his mind. His body stayed still, letting the Kitsune drift into his thoughts, into his slumbering mind
In this dreamscape, the warrior would be met by a stunning woman in decadent silks. Every detail of her appearance appealing to his every desire as she stood before him, red lips twisted with worry as tears wet her strange eyes.
"Hear me, Samurai- I come to you in a time of need."
Ike blinked as the voice called out, almost echoing in his ears. He looked around, his mind blank on how he got to this location and why he was dressed for war. In his confusion, he could only wonder. He then looked to the weeping woman, concern mixing with the uncertainty written across his features. "What is wrong? Why are you crying?" His voice rang out, alien and distant. He could barely register that it was his own... It felt more like he was watching his own body converse with the woman, and all he could do was listen.
"I am afraid." She said, daintily lifting a finger to wipe away the thin stream below her eye. "There... there is someone after me- I am so afraid!" She choked, coughing demurely before raising her eyes to meet his. Her hand clutched her exquisite silk kimono, which was in perfect disarray; the collar having become misaligned just enough for a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "Please... please help me!"
She ran towards him, tripping into his arms and grasping at his lacquered armor as a river of raven hair fell about her in a carelessly seductive way. "Brave Samurai, I beg of you, protect me from him." She pleaded, locking her amber gaze with his. She pushed her power to fog his mind further, slowly bending him to her will with the deft skill of her kind.
His reactions were slow, like his mind couldn't register that any of this was happening. It was almost like he knew he was in a dream, but it was so real that the thought faded away. His mind focused back onto the crying woman in front of him. The amber eyes, the way she spoke and how it seemed to echo and corrupt... something wasn't right, but he couldn't tell what- her dark magics swaying his better judgement.
"What is wrong? Who is trying to harm you?" He answered, his voice once again sounding strange. Something certainly was not right, he knew it. Though his mind grew foggier, he began to subconsciously struggle against the charm of the woman and the magic she was weaving. It seemed he would not so easily submit to the powers of the Kitsune.
Outside of the dreamscape, the vixen narrowed her eyes slightly as she felt the samurai slipping from her already precarious grip. Her tails flicked in annoyance as she focused her power further. A golden haze started to fill the room as she manipulated his senses further. He would not yield readily, but she would not give up readily either.
Within Ike's mind, the beautiful woman let out a soft sob and pressed her delicate face into his chest. She stayed that way for a few moments, letting her magic seep into his consciousness further before speaking again. Gripping his armour tightly, she turned her head up once more, unblinking eyes staring into his.
"Soragawa Haruyasu..." She said, voice more commanding than before as she sent another powerful wave of manipulating energy into him. "He has done great wrongs, and is no longer fit for his position. You must kill Soragawa Haruyasu."
He listened, his arms hesitantly wrapping around the mysterious female as her words slowly reached his ears. Still, a part of him resisted. It was almost like he was drugged and his mind was taking forever to understand this. His body relaxed, and the woman smiled as she felt her grasp on him starting to strengthen. However, just as she was about to claim complete control, his mind snapped into alertness and he suddenly pulled away from her. His hand instantly flew to the hilt of his blade and he fell into a perfect stance.
"Who are you!" He demanded- he knew now that she was some from of sorcerer, she had to be, to bewitch him so. He would not be persuaded by petty magics to make him abandon his Lord.
The fox gave a low hiss as her control suddenly snapped. Fighting to maintain a presence in his mind, her form shifted once again, shrinking and contorting into something small, fast and many-legged. The yellow-hued centipede swiftly crawled away, climbing up a wall to hide in the wooden beams of the ceiling. There she watched as the Samurai stirred, cursing herself for not being able to bend him to her master's will.
In the dreamscape, the woman fell to the ground with a small gasp, looking as pitiful and defenseless as she could. As the samurai yelled, the scenery crumbled, the fantasy falling away to reality as the last of the golden fog that had filled the room dissipated.
Ike was suddenly pulled from his dream as everything went crashing around him, the vision disappearing in a hiss. His eyes snapped open as he sat up; his heart beat was drumming fast inside of his chest. His palms were sweaty, his eyes straining to see in the dark as he remembered the dream vividly. A sick feeling settled into his stomach. "Something isn't right...I have to warn the others"