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 Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:50 pm
Autumn lay her head down for rest. Letting her mind slowly slip into the void of sleep. First is the black nothing followed by colors that slowly melt into images. A thick lush forest with over sized trees. Flutter bugs as big as her head drifted by on a breeze as the sounds of songbirds filled the air. Autumn sat near a stream that rolled softly over smooth round rocks and sang quietly. Her voice was made for song. Long fire red hair hung about her and when sitting piled lightly on the ground a bit. She sang as birds seemed to sing with her. The sun shone bright and warm and bare feet dipped into the stream. She laughed softly. Next to her was a large grayish white wolf. It was the stuff childrens dreams are made of.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:41 pm
Elsewhere, sleeping peacefully, Llune had drifted into dreams herself.
She was wandering through a lush forest, and calls of strange creatures came from all sides of the broken stone path Llune tread upon. But then, to Llune, who had spent less than a year of her lengthy life outside the mountain, most anything could be considered a "strange creature."
And despite such enormous trees and flowers (of radiant colors that caused Llune to occasionally pause in her wanderings), and the alien sounds, Llune was at ease, feeling peaceful and safe as she traversed the unknown wood.
And then there was the singing. Llune stopped dead in her tracks, holding perfectly still and straining her ears to hear from whence the lovely sound came. Locating it, she moved in that direction, and in the way one does while dreaming, she was suddenly peeking around a tree by the stream and the source of the elegant voice.
Although Llune makes no attempt to hide herself, she does not yet approach the lovely elfess. Not just yet, anyway...
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 3:59 am
As Llune peered around the tree the singing soon stopped. Eyes like fresh young leaves looked up from the water as a sleek and slender arm reached out to rub the wolfs head lightly. "No need to hide here. All are welcomed to sit, swim or drink from this stream." The voice was song like and sounded as lovely as the singing did. She wore a long flowing gown in varied shades of reds, oranges and yellows. The wolf made no motion of concern as flowers seemed to start sprouting up here and there. Some were so tiny and some were as big as the over sized trees themselves.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:37 pm
Llune blushed, having leaned against the tree to listen, not hiding at all... "I was just... Listening..." she says bashfully as she moves to sit by the stream, near the other elfess. Llune touches a nearby flower petal, feeling its texture between her thumb and forefinger, as she looks around the scene and the pretty elfess. Now that the singing has stopped, the sounds of the forest engulf them once again. Llune doesn't know what to say, really, so chooses, "You have a really pretty voice..." she begins, hoping that will spark a conversation. The stream bubbles by happily.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:48 pm
"Thank you" Her voice light and happy sounding. "I am Autumn." As she speaks the leaves change to shades of fall colors. Bright oranges, reds and yellows fill the area and match her gown exactly. "This place is my home. The woods of the night realm are far from scary to our kind." Her smile is warm and inviting of comfort and peace.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 12:04 pm
Llune gazes at the changing foliage and smiles back at the pretty elfess Autumn, "I am Llune," she says, "And your woods are lovely!" Just then, a big, oversized butterfly lands on a flower next to Llune and she's entraced. "Ooooooooh," she coos, quietly, so as not to scare the pretty thing off. The stream still bubbles happily.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 1:53 pm
Autumn looks about the woods thoughtfully then looks back to Llune. "These woods have been our tribes home for as long as I can remember. They are full of food for the hunt, enjoyment for the heart and peace for the soul." Autumn seemed to pause here a bit as if something she said kept her attention. "Oh the hunts we have here." And just that fast she and Llune are astride wolves and bolting through the night. The stars shine so bright and the full moon casts a glow like twilight. A herd of deer run before them both as Autumn readies an arrow for the shot. "Llune, make ready your shot and feast with us this eve!" The joyful voice calls out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:51 pm
Llune is surprised to find herself of smaller stature like her new acquaintance, clothed in rougher, more tribal, barbaric (meaning outside the mountain) clothes... And riding a wolf just as naturally as can be. And knocking an arrow just as naturally as can be. And letting a killing shot fly, just as naturally as can be. The adventure and the excitement of the hunt and the kill are expressed as a wide grin across Llune's face throughout the events, her heart pounding audibly with the sheer joy of her first hunt.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:05 pm
Autumn is standing next to her kill as well as the wolves seem to run off to get their own. "OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW Llune! We feed our young and enjoy the time of plenty this night!" In just that same dream like flash Llune is sitting near a campfire with Autumn and many other elves. The meat is being passed around as well as stories and laughter. The skins hang in the background drying. All the messy work is done and the time of feasting is now. Food is plenty and all is content. Songs ring up from other voices and some dance as the night feels like it might never end.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:45 pm
Llune howls, ferally, with the others, tearing without hesitation into hunks of fresh raw meat, the blood running down her chin. She is a wolfrider, she is an animal now, joyfull in her howling and her singing with the others. Any hint of her Glider ancestry is gone in this dream, she is small and strong and ready for adventure. When the others get up to dance, Llune dances too. When the others sing songs of hunts, she sings along, she remembers the story. Llune is part of the tribe, accepted and loved, and acts accordingly. The feast is glorious, all the colors brighter, the songs livelier, the food more satisfying than anything else Llune's ever experienced.
"AYOOOOOOOOAH!" she howls, and in reality, in her sleep, a muffled howl escapes her lips, muted enough not to wake any of the other elves of the cove.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:24 pm
As she sleeps Autumn's body jerks slightly in reaction to the vibrant dream. To joys she has known in her life and are very much missed. Some are joys she will never know other then here in her dreams and so they are an even greater joy. The dream plays on and the feast turns to sharing. A sharing of meat, a sharing of flesh and a sharing of the sheer joy of life. Bodies swirl and tangle together. It soon becomes a blur in sight but other senses are heightened. Thick smells fill the air of flowers and flesh. The skin feels touch and pleasure though a face is lost. Sounds of delight and howls fill the ears as colors start to melt together. Breathing is swift as the moment comes where the body shudders and Autumns eyes bolt open in a gasp. It takes her a moment to realize she is alone and the thrill of the dream is quickly lost. The joy of the moment gone in a flash as she looks up at the sky and longs for others to be near again. A wolf without a pack is lost and forever longing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 11:12 am
Llune is caught up, fully a wolfrider in this dream, feral and loving and living completely in the now. The blurred sensations and colors spin around her, increasing their pace to breakneck... And then they're gone. Llune is once again in emptiness, floating in the void of a dream lost. She looks around for the pretty little singing elfess and sees nothing but blackness. With a slightly confused shrug, Llune turns in the void and floats away to find her own dreams.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:20 pm
(New dream)
After snapping at Blaze and being scolded by Savith Autumn stormed up and found some solitary little corner to fall asleep in. Her heart was aching and her mind raced. Agresion flared in her nostrils as she forced herself to sleep. The blackness of rest quickly overtaking her as it melted into a vast woods. They were thick and lush. Autumns nose breathed deep and she felt home again. She started to run. As it is in dreams she moved in leaps and bounds across the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she saw wolves join her. The hunt was on. Her heart raced as the wolves howled getting closer to the prey. *AARRRRRRROOOOOOOOO* Her mind screamed out in delight. The wolves getting to the kill first and it made Autumn come up short. A scream ripping from the center of the pack. She growled and pushed her way to the source of the cry. On the ground in fear a High One lay. Wolves with teeth bared, ready to pull flesh snapping at the air around the terrified one. Autumn threw herself over the quivering shape and her mind screamed, *NOOO NOOO DO NOT DO THIS!* Still hungry beasts heard nothing and snapped more. One caught a bit of flesh on Autumns leg and again she screamed, *AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH NNNOOOO NOOOO PLEASE MY WILD FAMILY STOP! DO NOT MAKE ME HURT YOU! PLEASEEEE!* Tears flowed as did blood from her ripped leg but Autumn never let teeth come near the delicate flesh of the protected High One under her. Even if it meant taking the bite herself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:31 pm
Out in the Blackness of the Void, Winnowill drifted, the howl calling to her. She floated toward it, slipping into the shadowed edges of Autumn's dream as one might slip into a slumbering child's bedroom late at night. Seeing the High One of Autumn's imagining cowering, the wild wolf pack biting and snapping, the shadow grinned a lustful little grin. **Save me,** she sent, bending the fabric of the dream's placement to have the feel of her send coming from the dream-creation of a High One. **The Beast within You would kill me,** she twisted the dream to make the High One cry out. Within the send, Winnowill buried all the fear she recalled from those early days, running from the beasts that were Humans, from the snapping jaws of predators, from the only home her parents had known, and had gifted her with the recounting of the terror they felt as they saw, smelled, and tasted their own blood for the first time. All the while, between her own sending, she drank from the pain Joy's own mind was creating for itself. It was a taste she hadn't had since the Sundering of the Moons. It was a taste she was just starting to grow hungry for. ...again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:36 pm
Struggling to keep the form beneath her safe Autumn cried out *NO HIGH ONE! I WOULD NEVER HARM YOU! I LOVE YOU!* The wolves snap one of her hands, *AAAAAHHHHHHHH* another gets an arm and tries to pull her off the prey underneath. *UUUUUHHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHH NNNNOOOOO PLEASE! I WILL KILL YOU IF I MUST! WHY DON'T YOU HEAR ME?!!!!!!!* Anguish filled the dream. It was the worst Autumn has had in a very long time. As she lay in the cave sleeping tears slid out her eyes as her face clearly showed her pain. Still none could see it in the dark. Sorry would be the one who might try to awaken this sleeping beauty. Her mind snapping inside. The struggle between the blood had awakened and Autumn had little understanding or maybe it was to much understanding of what she was. An elf. An animal. The struggle showed its self graphically in her mind. She had never needed to fight so hard against the wolf and their were never so many. Then there was the High One. Also something new to a dream she knew but never remembered upon her waking. Blood splattered the walls of her mind. It seemed to come from everywhere. She would not let the precious one in her guard be harmed, no matter the price.
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