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Double-banded ears swiveled at the sound—or was there a sound?—of approach. It was a familiar rhythm, the rhythm of a song she had been yearning for. The woad-bound maw rose above the water’s edge, the white orbs studying the water’s disturbed surface as if still unwilling to turn and find who she knew must be there. The tranquil gaze was calm, her heart still, the waters of her soul serene. For a moment longer, the Woaded Warrior watched her reflection, sighing softly to distort the image. There was something strange about the Dream world that was different from the world of Reality. She couldn’t quite place it, but she knew that it was there. The strangeness was like a feeling to the Warrior, for feelings—emotions—were difficult to experience. Perhaps the strangeness itself was an emotion—one that the Dream was unfolding for her, one that she had not felt in a long time. She knew then it must be him behind her. But she could not understand why she Dreamt of this. Why was she Dreaming this?
Cwmfen rose and turned, her movements fluid and ethereal even in this place of Dreaming. Her heart fluttered—suddenly she was no longer calm. The strange emotion washed over her, spreading from her breasts to fill her form with a strange warmth. Yes she knew this feeling so different from Lust and yet just the same. The white orbs showed briefly the sudden turmoil he moved within her before they grew still once more. Her gaze moved over his form, the familiar image delighting her mind. Still, he was too far for her to scent him, and she longed to simply breathe in the warmth of his fur and remember. It seemed as if the black wolf herself was frozen, unable to move. But the stillness was shattered as she took a step forward—then another. The distance between them was closed with surprising ease. It was as if the great distance that truly separated them was nothing. It was as if, for some reason, the Morrigan had gifted her this one Dreaming where distance meant nothing and where the love of two canines meant everything. Simple, and yet profound.
The simplicity and the profundity struck her breathless.
Woad-banded fingers lifted slowly, black claws gradually pushing through his fur, tracing up his skin. The white gaze looked upon his face, a flicker of the Love she felt for him emerging from a crack in the serene surface. Her hand came to his jaw, and she stroked his face gently. He was warm, his fur soft.
This Dream was so Real.
Slowly, she closed the distance completely, one hand sliding to his neck and the other gently touching his hip as she buried her nose softly at the base of his neck. She breathed in deeply, slowly, her eyes closing as she savored that most delicious scent. As in War, she had found a passion in him. His simple presence reawakened it, the song singing and humming in the air in the warmth of their bodies touching as they had not in a long time. “Onus?” the soft melody sang at last, the tones almost a whisper as they tickled his fur tentatively. Was he here? Or was this a base dream, and had she fallen into the grasps of non-Dreamers that the culture of ‘Souls thrived in?
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