The Raven Dreamer

Onus · 08-09-2010, 02:43 PM

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Yay! Hope this is good, a bit rusty with the old boy

Dreams were not something he had. Maybe when he had been small and feeble, before his life was almost taken at the hands of the woman who had given it to him, maybe then he had dreamed. But after that all that had been left to him were nightmares. Things that woke him in the night and left his heart pounding as if it might explode from the exertion. With age and experience, those too had faded to leave nothing but darkness when he closed his pitch black eyes. It couldn't be said that it was a peaceful darkness. It was just nothing. All he took from sleep was the rest that was required to keep his body working. It wasn't a release, it wasn't an escape. It was just something that had to be done, like breathing and drinking and eating. All things he did in moderation. Only as much as was needed. The coyote had never been one to indulge himself in anything.

Until her. Then everything had seemed to change. The world around him, which had always been black and white, had taken on a strange gray area that he hadn't been able to understand at first. But she had taught him, and he had come to understand and accept into his life something he had never thought to obtain. Love. Before that there had been no drive, no priorities in him except for that to complete his self assigned mission in life. She had become a separate drive and priority though. He gave much for her, and she had given much in return. More surprises came with the two lives they had managed to conceive. He had never thought to be a father, he hadn't thought he could perform such a duty. Once again he had learned though, and he supposed that he could say that he had been happy.

The birth of their two children had been a year past now though, and no longer was she by his side. She had departed, and she had told him to stay with their children who did not wish to go. The two pulls that had worked in concert had suddenly become opposing, and the man that had always known what to do had become confused. There were days, nights, where he would venture after her. But as soon as the sun rose or set, he would return to the two young lives he had helped to create and had helped to raise, the duties of the father always overpowering the duties of the lover. The comfort of the twins gave him solace, but it was not enough for him to count himself happy any longer.

Light faded into the world. At first Onus figured that he must have been roused and his eyes were now open. The otherworldly quality of the place though soon told him otherwise. This was no physical place. The hair on the back of his neck rose on end. For one so grounded in reality, to be in a place so unreal was unnerving. Still, he found himself rising to his feet and walking. He had no idea what direction in which he was moving, or towards what end he was moving, but there was a pull and he could not ignore it. In fact, he found himself having no desire to resist it at all.

Soon, a pool of water appeared and he saw a figure kneel down to drink from it. Onus stopped then, and stared at the figure that was so familiar and yet had become so foreign that he found himself doubting the familiarity. She both not as he remembered and exactly so. It was her. Cwmfen. The man found his lips locked and his vocal chords paralyzed. He simply stood and stared and the woman he loved. The woman who had walked away from him and told him to stay. And he had listened.

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