06-09-2009, 04:32 AM
[html]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... enban2.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Did not see this until now, OnO And here’s her dream—you can choose when she wakes up (morning, night, etc.)
700+
Once, the woad marked female had believed that she could not fall in love, that she could not be bound by love. Once she had believed that she would not completely give herself to a man, that she did not require another and never would in such a way. Once, because of her father, because of that rape, she had been afraid of physical love. And then, curious, the woman had explored it with several males, using it as a way of knowing. But all these things had been washed away like blood in the rain. She fell in love and was bound by it. She gave herself completely to this man, requiring him as she required nothing else. She was not afraid, and she wished to explore only him, for only he could satisfy that curiosity, that need and desire. The black fae smiled through that kiss. And yet, he did not bind her freedom. They were not bound as Haku had been to Firefly or as Slay was to Cercelee. The souls of Onus and Cwmfen were bound, but it was not the same as mateship. It was different, allowing the freedom that the warrior required and that she knew the vigilante required.
As he withdrew from her, a soft moan escaped her. With his absence, the air felt cold and foreign—how strange it seemed, how different the world was. But he took her in his arms, holding her against him, wrapping her in his strength. As he buried his nose within her neck, a hand went up to touch his neck, those woad bound fingers holding him gently, affectionately. Her tail was draped upon her hip as she lay there in the silence, her breathing calm but her heart still aflame with love. Then her hands simply held the arms that held her, her white orbs closing. She was content there, truly blissful. This was Eden, and the snake was held at bay. She sighed softly, that quiet smile upon her maw. "I love you, Onus," the soft susurrus sounded in the silence of the night. Those words came easily to her lips, naturally. And she said it now as she had said it before, as she would always say. "No matter how the world unfolds or how things seem, that will never change." And slowly, gradually, weariness and sleep overcame her as she lay there in those arms.
--
The heavens were dark and the earth parched. A storm was coming, she could smell it, she could see it flashing in the distance. Behind her a Raven crawed as it whispered by. She turned, but there was nothing. Something was at her feet, and she felt that she was not alone. Looking down, she saw a balance, a scale with two trays, lying on its side, pierced by a sword that she knew had no name. The Dreamer reached out to touch the pommel, and with her touch a darkness seemed to erupt from it. The world fell in darkness and silence, leaving her as blind as her eyes implied. She touched her face to make sure that she existed and found it wet with tears. And then someone grabbed her from, a gentle touch. She recognized it and allowed it to embrace her. Onus, she thought immediately. Yes, it must be him—only that name existed in this barren place. And in the darkness, a Raven crawed. It called in her ear. It was the Raven that held her, its feathered wings like fetters about her body. Only it was not the Raven. Her blood ran cold. Corvus. His laughter grated in her ear as his body pushed up against hers. She could feel him on her, then in her. No, she wanted to howl, but her voice was silent, but her will seemed to have been enough. He fell away from her with a hiss like a snake, those black eyes somehow bright as they stared her down. The darkness lashed out at her and she fell and kept falling until she returned to that barren, parched earth. Thunder. The Raven whispered by, his wings touching her neck with sharp feathers as he laughed. Her hands were still damp with her tears but as she looked down her hands were covered in blood.
The warrior awoke with a start—a gasp. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration, her breathing labored as if she had just finished a morning run. The white orbs looked down at her hands, but there was nothing save for the woad that marked them. She was disturbed. Her Dreams were always so real, but never like this.... Realizing how tense she was, Cwmfen took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and with it the effects of the Dream, hoping that she had not disturbed her lover.
Did not see this until now, OnO And here’s her dream—you can choose when she wakes up (morning, night, etc.)
700+
Once, the woad marked female had believed that she could not fall in love, that she could not be bound by love. Once she had believed that she would not completely give herself to a man, that she did not require another and never would in such a way. Once, because of her father, because of that rape, she had been afraid of physical love. And then, curious, the woman had explored it with several males, using it as a way of knowing. But all these things had been washed away like blood in the rain. She fell in love and was bound by it. She gave herself completely to this man, requiring him as she required nothing else. She was not afraid, and she wished to explore only him, for only he could satisfy that curiosity, that need and desire. The black fae smiled through that kiss. And yet, he did not bind her freedom. They were not bound as Haku had been to Firefly or as Slay was to Cercelee. The souls of Onus and Cwmfen were bound, but it was not the same as mateship. It was different, allowing the freedom that the warrior required and that she knew the vigilante required.
As he withdrew from her, a soft moan escaped her. With his absence, the air felt cold and foreign—how strange it seemed, how different the world was. But he took her in his arms, holding her against him, wrapping her in his strength. As he buried his nose within her neck, a hand went up to touch his neck, those woad bound fingers holding him gently, affectionately. Her tail was draped upon her hip as she lay there in the silence, her breathing calm but her heart still aflame with love. Then her hands simply held the arms that held her, her white orbs closing. She was content there, truly blissful. This was Eden, and the snake was held at bay. She sighed softly, that quiet smile upon her maw. "I love you, Onus," the soft susurrus sounded in the silence of the night. Those words came easily to her lips, naturally. And she said it now as she had said it before, as she would always say. "No matter how the world unfolds or how things seem, that will never change." And slowly, gradually, weariness and sleep overcame her as she lay there in those arms.
The heavens were dark and the earth parched. A storm was coming, she could smell it, she could see it flashing in the distance. Behind her a Raven crawed as it whispered by. She turned, but there was nothing. Something was at her feet, and she felt that she was not alone. Looking down, she saw a balance, a scale with two trays, lying on its side, pierced by a sword that she knew had no name. The Dreamer reached out to touch the pommel, and with her touch a darkness seemed to erupt from it. The world fell in darkness and silence, leaving her as blind as her eyes implied. She touched her face to make sure that she existed and found it wet with tears. And then someone grabbed her from, a gentle touch. She recognized it and allowed it to embrace her. Onus, she thought immediately. Yes, it must be him—only that name existed in this barren place. And in the darkness, a Raven crawed. It called in her ear. It was the Raven that held her, its feathered wings like fetters about her body. Only it was not the Raven. Her blood ran cold. Corvus. His laughter grated in her ear as his body pushed up against hers. She could feel him on her, then in her. No, she wanted to howl, but her voice was silent, but her will seemed to have been enough. He fell away from her with a hiss like a snake, those black eyes somehow bright as they stared her down. The darkness lashed out at her and she fell and kept falling until she returned to that barren, parched earth. Thunder. The Raven whispered by, his wings touching her neck with sharp feathers as he laughed. Her hands were still damp with her tears but as she looked down her hands were covered in blood.
The warrior awoke with a start—a gasp. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration, her breathing labored as if she had just finished a morning run. The white orbs looked down at her hands, but there was nothing save for the woad that marked them. She was disturbed. Her Dreams were always so real, but never like this.... Realizing how tense she was, Cwmfen took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and with it the effects of the Dream, hoping that she had not disturbed her lover.