Returning Ghosts of the Morning Calm Land

Yi TaeKyung · 06-19-2012, 08:53 AM

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I’d like a few days (4 maybe?) for either Libri or Mel to see/respond to this; assume that she is in the cabin with Pan or Salvia. If not, then it is AW, and just assume an empty shack! …Hope it’s not too confusing! Just ready to get started after a long vacation! ^w^;;
WC: 510

Night had fallen with a suddenness, as if the day had been a shining debris swallowed by the depths of the great Sea. The Night’s coming was silent, or perhaps there had been a sound—a deep rumbling like the stirring of some great, dormant beast. But the world in Darkness took on the silence once more. Where the sounds of night should have been, around the black wolf there was nothing. She lay resting upon her back, white orbs gazed at the thick darkness of the night-shrouded cabin. Those eerily lit eyes seemed to watch nothing, and there was a strange emptiness about them. Deep within her soul, the Korean hybrid had learned to close off the world from her soul. Within her soul perhaps raged a deep, black creature—a Pied Raven, a black, breath of air upon which a pied dragonfly flew. In there, the source of her passion for taekwondo lay, for that martial lifestyle that allowed her to build a body nearly perfect for unarmed fighting. And yet, within that Darkness so completely closed off from the world, her dreams arose. Now, in the Dreadful, welcoming silence, she contemplated those dreams.

Always the dreams—when she did dream—were the same. She lay in the darkness, an empty world with neither earth nor sky. She could never tell what it was upon which she lay. But a sound would rouse her. The sound was strange, like claws grating against stone. She did not know why, but the sound caused dread to leak from her heart, and an irrational fear would follow. Why was she afraid? Always she would rise, her eyes still closed—tightly against the ever approaching sound. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and the silence was more frightening now—a silence that was not like the silence of the world but that was like… she did not know what it was like. She could not say. But curiosity made her wonder, and slowly her eyes would open. A strange figure—a human perhaps? Would stand beside her, long hair covering the face. But the eyes—somehow she could see them. In the irrational logic of the dream world, she could somehow see them. They were wide with fear, and not fear felt by the thing but fear that seemed to emanate from it. Realizing that truth, she would awake abruptly, her body jolting as if startled.

With a sigh the taekwondo warrior pushed herself up. She wondered why she was afraid—such things did not frighten her in the wakeful hours. Very little did. The black fae shrugged it off. It was nothing. Nothing that she should worry about. Having rested, the white-eyed wolf slowly pushed herself up, the sinew within her body performing with grace and balance—a martial beauty. For a moment more, the Slave of the Flame allowed her mind to contemplate her dream. Perhaps she had been afraid because the creature was a being that could not be defeated by means of combat. The empty fathomless gaze wandered to the dark corner, expecting Him to be there. But there was nothing. It was just a dream.

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