March 31, 2009 - 6:26am — Shiori
I barely remember how I reached the great oak…I barely recall the whisper of its ancient song as I drew near. I did not great her this time, but knew she would welcome me despite it. I nosed my way through a crack in her bark, and I remember him sitting there…I hesitated. So I longed to go to him…I swore I felt the heat of his body reach out to me. Contact. The dream of it alone seemed to lull me to sleep where I stood, the haze of my sickness playing cruel tricks with my mind. Did I imagine him welcoming me in? Did I imagine curling next to him and losing myself in another’s embrace? Surely so, for a crash of thunder shook me from my stupor, and I found myself alone there in the darkness. The great tree harbors a dry place, but oh, how cold it was…I vaguely recall stumbling further into her womb, nearly blind as fatigue clouded my eyes. A root…I collapsed, falling against the cool, damp bark…
The sound of the rain no longer lulled me…it deafened my already dull senses. The air was thick with a musty smell…of strange deer and fungi and earth. I had no choice but to breath it deeply as my head lay upon the dirt, too weak to be alert. The world became a nightmare, and the only way I could wake up was to slip into another state. My body granted me this wish quickly.
I dreamt of strange things. Giant mushrooms stalked the forest on spidery legs and the trees whispered flattery into my ears. A pretty little fawn frolicked amongst a patch of dancing flowers. I watched warmly from beneath a willow as it caressed my fur and sung to me I shivered with delight as my physical form shivered from the cold. A splash and laughter. I turned to look curiously down upon 3 fawns at the bank, playing in the shallows. Two little stags, one with a grey pelt, another with a warm golden brown. So clearly I see them…and have seen them before in dreams. But now I saw another with them…a little doe with purple flowers in her hair and a coat that was beginning to resemble my own. I rose and approached curiously, leaving Aegle behind with her flowers to get a better look.
They stopped as I came upon them, wading into the low water. The young doe hung back, hiding her form behind the grey. Both of their faces were strangely blurred out, or perhaps never registered within my memory…but the little stag closest to me turned his head and gazed upon me with such large, beautiful grey eyes. I remember his face…and his smile. He spoke but what I do not recall…I joined them in their fun. And then Aegle appeared…so strange it was to see her romp with others, but then I noticed the little doe had disappeared and she had taken her place. At the time it seems like such a natural transition…though now I find it quite odd…
They frolicked closer to the deep water. The fish scattered at their approach, but I moved with them thinking little of danger. The pond was my home, after all, and I had gone under safely several times myself. Then suddenly the little grey stag disappeared from sight. I spotted him quickly however out in the middle of the pond, floating lifelessly at the surface. Aegle cried out for him and leapt into the deep, splashing around in panic before slipping under the surface. I stared in horror before leaping after her, but almost as soon as I hit the water I felt myself being sucked under and my ability to swim became useless flailing. I gave into the pull and stilled myself, floating down, down…The world became dark and endless below me…the sandy bottom dropping away into an abyss. The young doe was being pulled further and further down, her eyes wide with fear, but no matter how I tried I could not reach her before she got sucked into the blackness. The water was so icy cold…I tries to call out but I was numb all over. Everything grew darker and darker as I slipped deeper and deeper, spiraling down…
Then, a glimmer of light.
With the last of my strength I tilted my head up to discover the surface was only just above my head. The watery image of the fawn with the golden pelt loomed over. He looked so sad…and he was calling to me, I think. Sunlight leaked out from behind him and grew brighter and warmer as I watched, eventually blinding me and making me look away briefly. When I looked back…the fawn was still there, but different…somehow…
Then all the light went out.
The deafening roar of raindrops flooded back into my ears. For a minute I mistook it for the roar of nothingness as I got sucked into blackness, but my eyelid grew light and I cracked a peek. Darkness as I’d feared, but the sound around me let me know I was back in the world I truly belonged. Back in a body that pained me to inhabit. Discomfort hit me in cruel confirmation, and I shifted against it hopelessly…only to bump against something warm beside me. It took me several more seconds of half-awareness to realize I was no longer cold. I tilted my head and let my eyes open a bit wider. They fought to adjust to the subtle light, and fought even harder to distinguish anything through the haze that shrouded them. Someone was there, sitting beside me. Briefly I felt a surge of panic and my body tensed…but it died quickly once I realized I hadn’t the energy to react. Wearily I relaxed back onto the earth, and luckily my companion didn’t seem to notice as he stared off. Yes, I could just barely make out his face, blurred and distorted as it was, as well as the stunning rack atop his head, pearly white as it rocked back and forth with his breathing. I watched it for several seconds, matching its motion with the expansion and deflation of his ribs that nestled against her. So rhythmic and surprisingly soothing…I was already beginning to feel myself falling back into slumber. A determination came over me however as I blinked back immediately sleepiness and squinted to see the details in this stranger’s face. Suddenly through the fog a sharp image. A strong profile…smooth, handsome, young…so strangely familiar.
And then he turned and looked down at me. His body tensed against mine, and I saw a brief look of startled surprise register in his eyes. Large, grey eyes…
“It’s you…” I felt myself speak as I stared into his eyes.. felt because I could barely make out my own whispered rasp above the pounding of the rain outside. Could he? I didn’t know…I couldn’t fight the pull anymore. My body demanded I return to slumber land, and this time it brought no colorful dreams…
Perhaps I’d gotten sucked into the abyss after all…
[Errr....just me really wanting to write something @_@ It kinda got away from me...Hope SOMEONE reads it! XD Im too tired to proofread so sorry for any bad mistakes...]
Holy... that is an awesome
It reminds me of that scene between Shyla and Paavo from an RP from some time ago. The visuals I got from it were very vivid.
Great work (^^)
I don't know why you don't
=o ... Who is he! *must know
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Who is he! *must know now. XD*
Lol Zerg....ok, ok, I'll
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-blush- Thanks guys…^^’
A lot of abnormalities here ill give it that! I don’t usually write in first person…don’t like it, and I probably slipped up a few times I’m sure XD First blog using Shyla! And…dare I say first story? WHAT HAS COME OVER ME?
I dunno…probably best not to get used to it XD’’
I love messing with dreams though…especially symbolic ones. I have really weird vivid dreams all the time with the strangest transitions so I hope I could capture that. And you’re right Zab! I didn’t think of that Rp…lol a bit ironic. That was a scene in which they got really close before…and now made a connection again. MORE SYMBOLISM FTW!
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