Post by dawn on Feb 5, 2006 16:37:01 GMT
My boyfriend and I were going to make a website about our old characters and I wrote a little something a while ago based around it, problem was the site never got off the ground so I still have this waiting in the wings as it were
The sunlight poured in through the gap in the gossamer curtains, shining it’s aura upon the dark corners of the small room, the light breeze which drifted in from outside shifted the curtains gently causing their shadows to dance about joyfully as if welcoming the new day. There was very little furniture adorning the room, there was only a dresser with a large mirror attached to it and a bed which lay roughly in the middle of the room. Something moved between the dark blankets which lay upon it, long hair draped across the soft feather filled pillows forming a wave of golden hue, eyes closed lightly and lips pressed gently together in sleep. Akida moved slightly, the blankets wrapping around her body in a tight embrace, from the tightness the blankets had caused it could be seen from the shape they had formed that she was naked beneath them.
Her mind was filled with dreams, dreams of past events all of which caused her happiness whilst she was still in this state of sleep the one time where she could retreat from the world around her and the hardships that she now had to deal with. In a room, what could only be described as the drinking area of an Inn she was perched upon a hard wooden bench, but her eyes were not her own and neither was her body, Akida was a wolf the same she had been the day she had met the man she knew was destined for her. She watched him enter the Inn, her heart leaping with excitement his eyes were as black as the night and his shaggy hair was also dark though it made little difference to her. He approached her slowly and spoke in the tongue of wolves which she happened to know well, she answered him before she changed into herself once more her golden hair falling down her once fur covered back and soft pink skin replacing the grey that once was. A small argument occurred right after this but the two were forgiving of each other and Akida spent her next few moments gazing into his dark eyes with a feeling that she had not experienced before.
The dream changed then, to a time of war, a battle which had arisen in the land she was in and a violent one at that. Her love was hurt, blinded by magic which was meant to save him, but it only caused more pain than there had been before. Akida felt the coldness of his heart as he walked away from her, obviously assuming that it had been her who had done this to him. Akida began to cry and with this she awoke to the brightness of the sun within her room, she looked at the curtains which still billowed by the window, she sat upright and pulled the covers about her body, wanting them to comfort her though she knew this was an impossible task for an inanimate object. “Why do you hate me so” she whispered, repeating the last moments of her dream in her mind. “I did not even get to tell you, you just left”. Akida placed her feet upon the cold wooden floor and walked over to the window, dragging the blankets with her. “I did not even get to tell you…of your child” she said as she stared at the river below.
The sunlight poured in through the gap in the gossamer curtains, shining it’s aura upon the dark corners of the small room, the light breeze which drifted in from outside shifted the curtains gently causing their shadows to dance about joyfully as if welcoming the new day. There was very little furniture adorning the room, there was only a dresser with a large mirror attached to it and a bed which lay roughly in the middle of the room. Something moved between the dark blankets which lay upon it, long hair draped across the soft feather filled pillows forming a wave of golden hue, eyes closed lightly and lips pressed gently together in sleep. Akida moved slightly, the blankets wrapping around her body in a tight embrace, from the tightness the blankets had caused it could be seen from the shape they had formed that she was naked beneath them.
Her mind was filled with dreams, dreams of past events all of which caused her happiness whilst she was still in this state of sleep the one time where she could retreat from the world around her and the hardships that she now had to deal with. In a room, what could only be described as the drinking area of an Inn she was perched upon a hard wooden bench, but her eyes were not her own and neither was her body, Akida was a wolf the same she had been the day she had met the man she knew was destined for her. She watched him enter the Inn, her heart leaping with excitement his eyes were as black as the night and his shaggy hair was also dark though it made little difference to her. He approached her slowly and spoke in the tongue of wolves which she happened to know well, she answered him before she changed into herself once more her golden hair falling down her once fur covered back and soft pink skin replacing the grey that once was. A small argument occurred right after this but the two were forgiving of each other and Akida spent her next few moments gazing into his dark eyes with a feeling that she had not experienced before.
The dream changed then, to a time of war, a battle which had arisen in the land she was in and a violent one at that. Her love was hurt, blinded by magic which was meant to save him, but it only caused more pain than there had been before. Akida felt the coldness of his heart as he walked away from her, obviously assuming that it had been her who had done this to him. Akida began to cry and with this she awoke to the brightness of the sun within her room, she looked at the curtains which still billowed by the window, she sat upright and pulled the covers about her body, wanting them to comfort her though she knew this was an impossible task for an inanimate object. “Why do you hate me so” she whispered, repeating the last moments of her dream in her mind. “I did not even get to tell you, you just left”. Akida placed her feet upon the cold wooden floor and walked over to the window, dragging the blankets with her. “I did not even get to tell you…of your child” she said as she stared at the river below.
