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- Liam Catori - 10-30-2011 [html] OOC: back-dated to the 18th. feel free to power-play Liam having nightmares.
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Anann yawned. Her body still felt exhausted after the long and grueling battle at AniWaya. Her own injuries had been minor and nothing she couldn't treat herself. So after she had first taken care of Rem and then herself, the golden woman had retired to her bed where she had slept soundly in Anatoliy's arms well into the late hours of morning or what could have arguably been afternoon. When she had awoke, her lover had already gone. Considering how long she had slept in it was hardly a surprise and she suspected he had gone to finish up whatever work was left on his boat before they would leave in a few days time. After wiping the sleep from her eyes Anann made her ways towards the stables to check on Rem.
The large stallion had still been blanketed from the night before and Anann was still feeling a little groggy as she undid the straps and folded up the elk hide blanket. Stowing it away in the tack room for now, Anann grabbed a brush and comb and headed back to Rem's stall. She was working on untangling the curly mass of hair that was his tail when she began to hear some rather odd sounds from outside. They were muffled and difficult to make out, but it sounded as if whoever was making them was distressed. Unable to ignore them, Anann set the comb aside, pressing the teeth into the bristles of the brush. She would have to come back to grooming later.
Once outside Anann began looking along the side of the stables. The noises had sounded like they had been coming from the outer side of Rem's stall, but Anann didn't see anyone. Surely she hadn't just been hearing things? That wasn't like here. But s she walked pasted the pile of hay Anann heard another muffled whine and spun, looking around. Now that she was on the same side of the stack of hay as young Liam he was easy to spot. He was sleeping, but it was obvious from his twitches and sounds of distress that nightmares gripped his mind. Liam? Liam. She spoke his name gently and calmly as she tried to wake him, before reaching to grab his arm. It's alright, Liam. You were only dreaming. She said in the same easy tone as his eyes jolted open. .anann-d23 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .anann-d23 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .anann-d23 b {color:#ffc27f; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .anann-d23 {background-color:#665b47; background-image:url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2qv8qwg.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:268px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #ffc27f; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#332d23; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .anann-d23-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html]table by fy'ra - Liam Catori - 11-02-2011 [html] OOC: Poor Liam. =(
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The sleeper's eyes snapped open with a startled look as he called out Robin's name. Anann kept a gentle hold on his arm as he started to realize where he was. Her grip was just enough to keep in grounded in the real world and light enough that he could have shrugged off it was undesired. "It's alright. Everythinng's okay. It was just a bad dream." She said softly in a comforting, understanding tone. She knew from her own experience that the nightmares that followed after war could be vivid and terrible thing.
Liam seemed to come around to reality pretty quickly and Anann took a step back as the young man stood up. He already was taller than her, which was more surprising than it should have been for the amber woman. It seemed Liam would gaining his father's height or at least close to it. "No need to apologize. It's to be expected, you've been through a lot." Her tone was the same soothing tone she had been using since waking him as she gave him a reassuring smile. War was never easy, after the raids on their lands and all Liam had done to help the wounded Anann would have been more concerned if the youth had seemed uneffected at all. After all it was the Catori family that had suffered the greatest loss of the Court.
She gave him a moment to collect himself and his thoughts as he stood there. Her own experiences had taught her that the dream world was not so easily shed. The images and the emotions felt could still haunt the mind long after the dreamer had awaken. "Do you want to talk about it?" The war, his dreams, she had left the question rather open ended. It didn't matter to her what he wanted to talk about, but if it would help him feel better and find a little peace Anann knew she could lend an ear.
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Once the young man was up on his feet he seemed to gain back a little of his composure. He was likely still trying to shake off the ill feelings of his bad dream, as Anann knew they could often linger even after one had awaken. At least such was the case for her. There was nothing for the lad to be ashamed of though. Even trained warriors were susceptible to the harsh reality of war.
Once he said he did not want to talk about Anann didn’t push it any further. If he wanted to talk about it that was fine and she would be more than willing to listen without judgement, but it was equally as fine if he did not. Anann was not one to back another into a corner. Though after a moment the youth went on to explain, despite having said he’d rather not talk about it. Anann gave an understand nod as he described his dream. She had experienced such dreams herself, the worst had been after she had lost her brothers. She gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, her hand resting there as she spoke. ”War often brings the harshest of realities with it. Peace is something often taken for granted until it is threatened.” It was shame that this was a life lesson that Liam had learned so early. The truly fortunate would never war and what it to fight for your life. ”It a lot for the mind, and the soul to deal with and comprehend, but in time, you’re dreams will fade. So long as you do not keep all your fears bottled inside and do what you can to over come them.” She gave him an encouraging smile as her left his shoulder and returned to her side. ”Say for example, if you are scared that you can protect the ones you love then perhaps training will bring you peace of mind.” Of coarse, the woman was biased, abusing her body with rigorous training had always been her solution to emotional pain.
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Anann gave a soft smile. She too, had wished plenty of times for memories to fade and become less painful. Not that it have ever done any good. Over the years age and experience had changed her perspective of the world. Even though she was still battling her own demons. "Indeed. That would be easier, but then wouldn't it lose meaning? You can not learn from what you have forgotten." It did not justify the war and the terrible acts it cause canine to commit against canine, but if they could learn from it, then perhaps such a thing could be prevented in the future. "We can never change our past, but we can learn from it and we can change." The future was not set. That was something she had to believe in. Otherwise the choices made in life were meaningless.
Anann could tell the young man was considering the advice she had given from the look on his face as he mulled it over. She knew from experience what it was like to lose a loved ones and to feel helplessness and regret that came with being unable to prevent it. The golden wolf had lost both her brothers to the battle field and because they had tried to protect her. Anann had gone through a lot of self blame of the guilt of her loss. They had been the only real family she'd had. Rem was all she had left. Liam's question pulled Anann out of her own thoughts and back to the present. "My training started when I was very young. Just a few months old." She said with a bit of a shrug. Even sooner in all truth, but it was hard for her to accurately recall. Since birth she had been groomed for the role she had been born into. "But things were much different where I was born."
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