07-30-2009, 11:04 PM
ooc- thank you! ^^
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The dreams were dark, reminders of what she had just recently fled. It was all incomprehensible, just images, memories flashing about incoherently. Yet, these images were far more disconcerting to the young female coyote than the complete story. These were the emphasized terrors. A dark mass. A flash of claws. A set of dark, unintelligent eyes. Fear. The still body of her mother… She knew that she was not awake, but she desperately wanted to be. It was easier to forget that way, when the unconscious mind was trying to remind you always. Yet, she could not wake herself up. She struggled to pull herself out of unconsciousness, but to no avail. She tried to run, but the images kept following. Suddenly, she felt herself jerked away, felt her material body combine with her astral. She struggled to open her eyes, for if she could not, then she would be drawn back once again into the dark images of her past.
The young coyote slowly opened her bright blue eyes. It felt like she was trying to pull them open while some other force was trying to keep them closed. She was still not yet fully aware of her surroundings; blurs everywhere. Finally, after much struggling, she was able to keep her eyes open, blinking a couple times. A couple squeaks and grunts were emitted. What had roused her? The young creature looked about her, completely confused, and in pain. The throb in her head was new… And now she could smell something strange; the young coyote had smelt it before, yes… in the small rodents she had killed. Blood? It smelled so familiar, though, like her own scent after a long night’s sleep. Maybe she was bleeding. The blue eyes gazed upward until they met in the center, unable to catch sight of the blood which covered her head. Nothing.
And then, the young female was suddenly aware that she was no alone. The scent hit her like a bug. Her head twitched as she tried to see who was near, her eyes momentarily filled with fear until she finally settled on the face of a coyote. Here was an old female; did she know her? She stared blankly for a moment, trying to understand. Her eyes slowly moved down the form. Shock.
What was this creature? The young coyote gasped in her small way. The face looked like a coyote, reminded her of her mother, even. But the body! What was that? Her body began to tremble. “What are you?” she asked aloud. Her voice was still young, bright like a songbird. Suddenly, the young coyote felt as if she were being rude. She had never been taught to act well around others… but somehow she new.
She looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the old female, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I’m a coyote. My name is Merilin.” The small thing sniffed, the inside of her nose still wet and uncomfortable.
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The dreams were dark, reminders of what she had just recently fled. It was all incomprehensible, just images, memories flashing about incoherently. Yet, these images were far more disconcerting to the young female coyote than the complete story. These were the emphasized terrors. A dark mass. A flash of claws. A set of dark, unintelligent eyes. Fear. The still body of her mother… She knew that she was not awake, but she desperately wanted to be. It was easier to forget that way, when the unconscious mind was trying to remind you always. Yet, she could not wake herself up. She struggled to pull herself out of unconsciousness, but to no avail. She tried to run, but the images kept following. Suddenly, she felt herself jerked away, felt her material body combine with her astral. She struggled to open her eyes, for if she could not, then she would be drawn back once again into the dark images of her past.
The young coyote slowly opened her bright blue eyes. It felt like she was trying to pull them open while some other force was trying to keep them closed. She was still not yet fully aware of her surroundings; blurs everywhere. Finally, after much struggling, she was able to keep her eyes open, blinking a couple times. A couple squeaks and grunts were emitted. What had roused her? The young creature looked about her, completely confused, and in pain. The throb in her head was new… And now she could smell something strange; the young coyote had smelt it before, yes… in the small rodents she had killed. Blood? It smelled so familiar, though, like her own scent after a long night’s sleep. Maybe she was bleeding. The blue eyes gazed upward until they met in the center, unable to catch sight of the blood which covered her head. Nothing.
And then, the young female was suddenly aware that she was no alone. The scent hit her like a bug. Her head twitched as she tried to see who was near, her eyes momentarily filled with fear until she finally settled on the face of a coyote. Here was an old female; did she know her? She stared blankly for a moment, trying to understand. Her eyes slowly moved down the form. Shock.
What was this creature? The young coyote gasped in her small way. The face looked like a coyote, reminded her of her mother, even. But the body! What was that? Her body began to tremble. “What are you?” she asked aloud. Her voice was still young, bright like a songbird. Suddenly, the young coyote felt as if she were being rude. She had never been taught to act well around others… but somehow she new.
She looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the old female, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I’m a coyote. My name is Merilin.” The small thing sniffed, the inside of her nose still wet and uncomfortable.