05-26-2010, 03:36 PM
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Gideon often woke very suddenly from his nightmares, and this morning was no exception. He had been up most of the night, unable to make himself fall asleep, and when he had finally gotten to dream-land the visions had come to him. He kept dreaming of the night that his mother's spirit had left her body, and of the morning after when they had tried to wake her. They were very eerie dreams. He had been trying to forget about Mama, but it was hard when he kept dreaming about her every night.
The charcoal pup nudged at the door in front of him, the one that would lead out of the house, and managed to get it open after a few tries. He started down the front steps and stopped when he reached the bottommost one, plopping his behind down on it. Conor and Bris had been very nice to him with letting him live there with them...he had never been in a house before in his life, and was finding it to be very likable. It sheltered him from all of the elements.
Turquoise eyes looked out toward the lands beyond the yard of the house. He hadn't done much exploring yet, having been focusing on getting his scratches to heal up good, and was wondering what the lands of Dahlia had in them. What was it that made his Aunt Bris want to live here? He lifted his nose up, sniffing at the breeze. Gideon was beginning to lose his old scent, the scent of his siblings and mother..he was taking on the smell of Dahlia. He no longer could recognize that the smell of Dahlia was odd in any way. It smelled normal to him. He let out a small yawn and shook his fur out, standing up again. Maybe he would find something interesting out in Dahlia today.
Gideon often woke very suddenly from his nightmares, and this morning was no exception. He had been up most of the night, unable to make himself fall asleep, and when he had finally gotten to dream-land the visions had come to him. He kept dreaming of the night that his mother's spirit had left her body, and of the morning after when they had tried to wake her. They were very eerie dreams. He had been trying to forget about Mama, but it was hard when he kept dreaming about her every night.
The charcoal pup nudged at the door in front of him, the one that would lead out of the house, and managed to get it open after a few tries. He started down the front steps and stopped when he reached the bottommost one, plopping his behind down on it. Conor and Bris had been very nice to him with letting him live there with them...he had never been in a house before in his life, and was finding it to be very likable. It sheltered him from all of the elements.
Turquoise eyes looked out toward the lands beyond the yard of the house. He hadn't done much exploring yet, having been focusing on getting his scratches to heal up good, and was wondering what the lands of Dahlia had in them. What was it that made his Aunt Bris want to live here? He lifted his nose up, sniffing at the breeze. Gideon was beginning to lose his old scent, the scent of his siblings and mother..he was taking on the smell of Dahlia. He no longer could recognize that the smell of Dahlia was odd in any way. It smelled normal to him. He let out a small yawn and shook his fur out, standing up again. Maybe he would find something interesting out in Dahlia today.