07-22-2010, 10:53 AM
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It was a beautiful night, a perfect night for a silent stroll along the beach. The full moon danced atop the rolling ocean waves, the grey sand seeming to glow with the kiss of the white disc's loving light. Bris moved as though floating, the moon affording her pale fur an ethereal glow of its own. The wind was salty with the taste of the sea, but warm and gentle in its caress. It was easy to forget that here was where the white woman's dark sister had lost her life.
A rustle in the distance drew the woman's sleepy attention, and she sighed softly at the interruption as she turned to see who it was. A dark form was a little ways off, and a cloud slipped past the moon, hiding the half-shifted soul in shadow. Bris knew somehow instinctually that the beast was male, and a soft smile pulled at her lips as he drew closer. It had been forever and a day since she'd seen her brother, and his green eyes were warm and loving as he drew nearer. Dark fur rippled softly in the gentle night breeze, and Bris began walking toward the male to close the gap between them more quickly.
"Where the hell have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you. You won't believe what you've been missing!" Her voice was soft and cheerful as she drew closer, mere feet separating the two as the moon finally peeked back out from her hiding place. Bris stomach lurched, her feet frozen in place as terror held her captive. Drey's eyes had suddenly changed, now blazing a sickeningly bloody crimson. His coat was no longer the warm russet Bris remembered, but rather the mottled mix of hybrid colors. Hybrid. Kol's killer stretched his lips in a disgusting excuse for a grin, and Bris found herself rooted as surely as a statue as he leapt for her, mouth gaping, fangs ready and willing to devour her...
The room seemed to shake as Bris bolted awake. Her breath came in a heavy, erratic rhythm. Just a dream, it was just a dream. Again. As she finally got control over her raging heartbeat, slowing her breathing to calm herself, Bris realized that this marked the third time in as many days that Hybrid had found her in her dreams. She'd thought she'd been handling her encounter with him fairly well, at least on the outside. Most people didn't even know about it, and she stroked her hand absently over the set of scars hidden beneath the silky fur of her right shoulder. His fangs had been aiming for her throat when they'd sunk instead into her collarbone and shoulderblade, but they hadn't failed to leave their mark behind.
Swallowing her heart back into her chest, Bris rose quietly from the queen mattress on the floor and headed for the door of her room. Her shifted feet were nearly silent on the wooden floor of the hallway, and she knew by now which stairs were the loudest on the way down to the first floor. She avoided these, not wanting to wake anyone else in the house as she made her way into the study. There was no chance she'd be able to get back to sleep for a good long while, and it was possible that some light reading would help to exhaust her enough to curl back into bed. Images of red eyes and drooling fangs cropped up unbidden in her mind as she moved to the bookshelves, her hands tracing softly along the spines of the novels as she tried to figure out which one to open. As she trailed her fingers back and forth across the entire collection on one of the shelves, the pale Dahlian closed her eyes, leaving her choice up to chance. The motion was almost trancelike, and the gentle sway of her body as she flitted across the books helped to calm her nerves.
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It was a beautiful night, a perfect night for a silent stroll along the beach. The full moon danced atop the rolling ocean waves, the grey sand seeming to glow with the kiss of the white disc's loving light. Bris moved as though floating, the moon affording her pale fur an ethereal glow of its own. The wind was salty with the taste of the sea, but warm and gentle in its caress. It was easy to forget that here was where the white woman's dark sister had lost her life.
A rustle in the distance drew the woman's sleepy attention, and she sighed softly at the interruption as she turned to see who it was. A dark form was a little ways off, and a cloud slipped past the moon, hiding the half-shifted soul in shadow. Bris knew somehow instinctually that the beast was male, and a soft smile pulled at her lips as he drew closer. It had been forever and a day since she'd seen her brother, and his green eyes were warm and loving as he drew nearer. Dark fur rippled softly in the gentle night breeze, and Bris began walking toward the male to close the gap between them more quickly.
"Where the hell have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you. You won't believe what you've been missing!" Her voice was soft and cheerful as she drew closer, mere feet separating the two as the moon finally peeked back out from her hiding place. Bris stomach lurched, her feet frozen in place as terror held her captive. Drey's eyes had suddenly changed, now blazing a sickeningly bloody crimson. His coat was no longer the warm russet Bris remembered, but rather the mottled mix of hybrid colors. Hybrid. Kol's killer stretched his lips in a disgusting excuse for a grin, and Bris found herself rooted as surely as a statue as he leapt for her, mouth gaping, fangs ready and willing to devour her...
The room seemed to shake as Bris bolted awake. Her breath came in a heavy, erratic rhythm. Just a dream, it was just a dream. Again. As she finally got control over her raging heartbeat, slowing her breathing to calm herself, Bris realized that this marked the third time in as many days that Hybrid had found her in her dreams. She'd thought she'd been handling her encounter with him fairly well, at least on the outside. Most people didn't even know about it, and she stroked her hand absently over the set of scars hidden beneath the silky fur of her right shoulder. His fangs had been aiming for her throat when they'd sunk instead into her collarbone and shoulderblade, but they hadn't failed to leave their mark behind.
Swallowing her heart back into her chest, Bris rose quietly from the queen mattress on the floor and headed for the door of her room. Her shifted feet were nearly silent on the wooden floor of the hallway, and she knew by now which stairs were the loudest on the way down to the first floor. She avoided these, not wanting to wake anyone else in the house as she made her way into the study. There was no chance she'd be able to get back to sleep for a good long while, and it was possible that some light reading would help to exhaust her enough to curl back into bed. Images of red eyes and drooling fangs cropped up unbidden in her mind as she moved to the bookshelves, her hands tracing softly along the spines of the novels as she tried to figure out which one to open. As she trailed her fingers back and forth across the entire collection on one of the shelves, the pale Dahlian closed her eyes, leaving her choice up to chance. The motion was almost trancelike, and the gentle sway of her body as she flitted across the books helped to calm her nerves.
Table by Vero!