by Wilte » Wed Jan 16, 2013 8:39 am
A shriek, tearing with the buffeting wind, cut mercilessly into the unfavorable dreams of the wolf who lay so still at the tree's base. The sound was eerily misplaced, not quite fitting into the events of the realm of his mind, but nonetheless was received with new adaptions until it did. It was just as quickly that his thoughts became nightmares as the wolves of his memories echoed the same screech, their faces slashing by in recognition. His pack; he was reminded against his will. Before he'd left them to their fates.
This dangerous concoction of reality and the past stirred him into life at last.
Tenshi!
In haling the cold air in a sudden gasp, Roland's eyes shot open, his pupils dilated with the remains of the dream he was leaving. He had still not fully regained his senses until stumbling on frozen limbs into the burrow, his mind reeling. His head, followed still by his shoulders, burst through the earthen hole in a matter of moments. He half expected to discover the body of the fae gripped by death, her face contorted with disease. It seemed for much too long that she was; he had been to late, and without the necessities to spare her. For a few seconds, he'd stood rigidly at the entrance, his eyes wide with inner torture as they adjusted to the lack of light. It was only then that he was able to regain himself; to call back his composure.
The fae had curled up into the back of the burrow, almost invisible in her dark surroundings. He frowned, though somewhat relieved that his imaginative, disturbing depiction had not been real. Faint whimpering danced off of the walls of the small shelter, which had taken on a foreign and much forgotten aurora of warmth. This reminded him at once of the numbness of his own legs, which seemed to be at the moment, barely able to support him. They were more of logs than of usefulness to him.
Collapsing onto his knees, slowly, like a falling tree, the male's lips escaped a small sigh.
Without looking up, for knowing that he'd already invaded her burrow, Roland submissively flattened his ears before murmuring,
"I'm sorry. . .I thought you'd been hurt. Are you. . .alright?"
(Whoa, that is a long post! I loved reading it, though. n_n)
-----------〚If love is what you need, then a soldier I will be.〛-----------
Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
But I'm not afraid.➜ Servidae on deviantart.com :: Currently drawing. :: Offline.
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