The Dreams in my Heart

Yi TaeKyung · 06-27-2011, 10:44 PM

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As each technique of the poomsae was released from her sinewy limbs, the dream was forgotten. And yet, while the images of the dream were forgotten, the essence still lingered within her mind, simply condensing within her subconscious until it became a dense, obsidian mass that fell into the darkness of her soul. There, it would be forgotten until reawakened by some outward force and pushed into motion that would be likely unstoppable. The darkness that so threatened the her bloodline was dormant, a sleeping giant within her calmed by the rhythms of her body. Each technique—each kick, each block, each strike—exploded with power, the causing the air to move in a small explosion and her fur to snap away and back. Powerful, accurate techniques were crucial in battle, for a simple mistake could mean taking a blow herself. She needed to be quick, reactive, and powerful. Thus the black fae practiced relentlessly, fighting the shadows and, when she could find one, real opponents. And yet, for now, she simply wove the darkness about her.

A disturbance tickled the intensity of her concentration, and, stretched out in a side kick, she paused. Well trained muscles held the pose, correctly and steadily, against the opposing gravitational pull. Black auricles swiveled catching a sound. Black nose twitched, grasping a scent. Already the intruder was close. Gracefully, the obsidian foreigner chambered and returned to a relaxed standing position as the intruder behind her spoke. It was a greeting. Lunar orbs, seeing exceptionally well in the dark, saw the male’s form as she turned to glance sidelong. Her pose was nonchalant, as if his sudden presence did not trouble her. Her empty features held only a cold regard, neither amiable nor hostile. And she regarded him briefly. Perhaps he had caught her at the wrong time, so immersed in her practice as she was. But then—perhaps something interesting would happen. “Yehs-seu, hehl-loh,” the alto song responded quietly, the Korean accent thick on her tongue. The obsidian-furred fae turned to face him, the lunar orbs almost glowing in the darkness.

Breathing in deeply, the Korean hybrid analyzed his scent. The young woman recognized the brand of a pack, although she had met no other from this particular territory. There were many pack wolves. She was a loner still, unable yet to accept a pack. In a way, that made her vulnerable. A pack was a family that protected one another. Yet, she had not yet met an opponent here that was insurmountable. No real battles had been fought, either. “Ni-deu suhm-sing?” The black crania tilted ever so slightly, causing the faint, nighttime light to illuminate better her foreign features. She wondered why the pack wolf was here. Had he come to cause trouble, was he curious? Or perhaps he had stumbled upon her by accident. The black plume flickered thoughtfully as the white orbs briefly looked him over—although the direction of her gaze was uncertain without the obvious presence of the pupil. He was a sizable opponent for a hybrid such as herself. A dark, mirthless smile tugged at the corners of her black lips.

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