Ghosts and Demons

Anann Kelevra · 07-10-2010, 03:05 PM

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sorry if this sucks

She had only been what, maybe ten months of age or had it been closure to eight? It was impossible to remember now what had caused her to go out alone that day. There was nothing especially nefarious about the woods and so the young honey-hued fem had not a fear in the world. She had been lectured on alertness and how one should never let their guard down. A principle she understood well enough but she had not yet learned the diligence of such a task. The young mind still easily distracted by the various wonders in the world it was immersed in. And it just so happens that a distracted, unattended wolf pup made an easy meal for black bear boar.

When the bear had charged her Anann had managed to flee and find shelter. But the rotted wood she had hidden herself behind was hardly a barrier for the claws and teeth of the large boar. She had manage wiggle herself deep enough of the hollowed and fallen tree to be out of the bear's immediate reach, but as it destroyed the trunk around her the distance between them diminished. Her ears were filled with the grunts and growls of the bear. The splintering sound of its nails raking the inner and outer walls of the trunk, trying to relieve it of its living cargo. Eyes were tightly shut as the few tried to push herself as far back and away from the claws of the bear as possible.

In the dream world Anann found her self trapped in, a moment in her life that had been, well, just that, a moment. Now it stretched on forever. Claws and fangs coming ever closer. Any moment they would finally reach there target, sinking into the flesh of the fem and tearing it from bone. This time there was no dark horse coming to rescue, with hooves capable of crushing bone. After what had seemed like an eternity though, light did break and the bear had vanished. There had been no thundering of hooves and it was not the soft knicker of the horse that tempted to lure her from her hiding spot. But there was something, soft and comforting. A mother's voice. Gently coaxing her from the darkness.

Anann blinked. Where was she? What was going on? She startled slightly, only a mere a jerk as she awakened. What...Where? She looked a round the unfamiliar room, slightly dazed. Eyes finally settling on the woman crouched before her, a bottle extended in her hand. Recognizing the healer woman, Anann's tired mind slowly put the pieces in place, remembering she was in the hotel and under Alaine's treatment and care. Ignoring the offered water for the moment, she crawled out form under the table that she suddenly realized she was under. She felt weak and wobbly, heading for the mattress. She then took the water. She had not thought herself thirst but as the liquid found her lips and tongue she found she was terribly so. How long has it been? She asked as she handed the bottle back. She was still so tired and sleep was all ready beckoning her back to its embrace.

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