As you settle in the nest you made for yourself and your little fledglings you ruffle your feathers with them to form a nice blanket for all.Afterall its been quite some long day,though you assume as well you can't tell the time in the warp but nonetheless a long day as you are tired from your pursuit of revenge.
Your exhaustion catches up to you as your many eyes blink,your vision becomes smaller as your eyelids grow heavy.The many slow and calm waves of exhaustion come over your weary body.Once the final wave hits darkness embraces you in its arms as the feeling of your fledglings cuddling up to you fade out slowly.
It is dark at first,like any other time you sleep.You do not think,you are oblivious to anything around you as you truly rest.
But then yours begin to open without your will,your mind is pulled from its slumber and back to being awake.Though this time you only see two perspective view,like you only have 2 eyes yet again before your transformation within the warp.
You now see you are in a forest.Not a dense forest nor a war torn forest.A forrest that invokes calm,nature and freshness.
How odd.
You remember falling asleep as you cuddled with your murder,your unkindness and whatever flock of daemon mixed of corvids you have.But now you are in a forrest,wearing a shabby dark hooded cloak and some robes.
Then you notice,you can't feel your feathers,your tail,your claws nor any of your mutations.By the Emperor it feels so foreign!
What trickery of the Empyrean is this?
Something isn't right.
