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Her slumber was filled with nightmares and jumbled screams, even the smell of burning flesh seeped it's way into her subconscious and sent a chill down her spine. As she raced through a burning landscape the screams became more distinct and directed. Despite pinning her auds as far down on her skull as she could and running at a harder pace they kept up with her. "You did this, we burned because of you!" Gothel whipped her head fiercly, trying to shake the screams away, but their volume only increased. As the number of voices surge, it becomes too much and she gets distracted by the onslaught and trips over an overgrown root whose tree had burnt to a pathetic stump; sending her sprawling onto the powdered ground. A plume of ash and dust spray as her body thuds and a few moments pass before the gray clouds clear and she can gaze up at the figure that seemed to have materialized above her.

Her breath catches as burnt flesh peels away from raw muscle and bone and falls to the ground before her. She struggles to pick herself up and run, every nerve in her body screams at her to flee, yet she can't. Treeless roots have wrapped themselves around her legs, locking her in place on the ground where she fell. Having no choice, she looks up at it; despite the burnt appearance she knows exactly who this male is. She tries to speak but her voice sticks in her throat; her father leans his head in close, his gravely voice sending a tremble over her body - "One day you'll burn too."

It's then that she jolts awake, whether it be from the blood letting nip delivered by a spotted brute that stumbled upon her or the foreshadowing words of her father in her dream. Whatever it be she quickly picks herself up, throwing a back hoof towards her new friend. Sleep had only made her mood worse, the nightmares that ransacked her head had left her shaken and irritated. The golden brute's words manage to bring a cackel to her lips and her chocolate eyes narrow, "I should feel so significant that you'd want anything to do with me." Her voice drips with sarcasm. One would have to be blind to see that he looked at her like she was a piece of dirt. She moves her body further from him, allowing ample distance incase he felt the need to show how dominant he was. "Should I offer up my name or would you like to use your imagination?" She doesn't give him enough time to reply before opening up her lips once more, "I'm Gothel. Now who do I have the pleasure of calling my new conqueror?" Ears perk forward as a smirk creeps up on her lips as she waits for his reply.