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The sun was only several minutes away from setting, and having begun its downward descent it seemed in no hurry to stay. The sky was painted in bright reds and oranges, casting its glow over the evergreen trees and making them appear as if they too, had started the change to loose their leaves. The sounds of the forest where rapidly decreasing as birds flew to their nests and daytime animals moved to safe havens for the night, but Adair had no reason to fear the darkness. Leaner and taller then most of her kind, the wolf defiantly had some mixed blood in her, with either a parent or grandparent that was half-dog. None the less, this did give her a slight advantage over her kind when it came to running. And that’s what she was doing now, running. Her thick black and white coat moved in the wind that she generated as she leapt through the brush, her tongue lolling out to one side. She didn’t need to stop to check her surroundings, so confident was she that the familiar scents of her pack would lead her to them through the maze of trees clawing at the sky. Adair had to get back, and quickly. For weeks now, they’d been traveling through a wide stretch of forest in-between their territory and the lands that had fallen under control of the strange beasts known as humans several years before. Her pack, under the careful and curious leadership of their alpha Craigen, had learned much about the ways of the two-legs, and used to sit for hours atop a grassy knoll watching them mill about the land, cutting down trees and building their dens. But the most curious thing they noticed was the way they guarded their precious flocks of sheep and cattle. Dogs. Adair had never seen a pure bred dog before, and wasn’t even aware of her own tainted lineage, but the same could be said for most of the pack, save for the elder Eras, who gave them the word for the strange beasts. None the less, their was something about the way the dogs labored for the humans and received only whippings and beatings in return that struck the wolves as strangely frightening. What might did the two-legs posses that could tame such a spirit? The thoughts had led them all to come up with a decision that Craigen had fully supported: They must liberate the dogs. While the plan itself might have eventually been overturned, it wasn’t until yet another failed hunt that the pack had realized that their forest was being stripped of its prey. And oh, how tempting those cattle and sheep looked. Within a month, starvation began to set in and the wolves all agreed something must be done, and so, with Adair as their faithful scout, they had set off towards the human lands once more. But Adair was running to them not because of anything from the humans, but from a problem they had believed solved years ago. The Western Pack was being led by the formidable Morc, a former member of Craigen’s eastern pack, and was quickly approaching the stretch of land just below the farm yard. At any other times, this might not have been a problem, but the Eastern Pack was still feeling bitter after the loss of both their land and pride in a defeat not to long before. However, the Western Pack had disappeared for some time, and Craigen had considered the issue resolved. But they where back,
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Everyone has a place they can go to when they need to escape. This place can be different for everyone, and can even be more then one place. Usually, mine would be the woods, but as the weather has gotten colder I’ve found there is one place I can go to whenever I need that little escape from reality. My room has always been a place that resembles who I think I am, and the general arrangement of it is of my choosing as well. When you first push open the rough, white-painted door aptly marked ‘ReD’s DeN’ across the top, you’ll be greeted by the sweet fragrance of vanilla and pines, thanks to a variety of candles and incense I have scattered throughout. My room is almost always dark, because of the floor-length black curtains that obscure the sunlight as well as the lovely view of the mountains from the windows on either side of the room. If you manage to flick the light switch to the right of the door, you’ll be able to determine that the walls are a lavender color and the over-vacuumed carpet beneath your feet is some shade of dark pink. The rest of my room is set up to be efficient, reflecting the fact that I sometimes like to not have to put extra effort to relax. My bed rests in the corner, parallel to my TV so I can lay down and watch it if I’m not feeling well. The smooth wood that makes up the bed frame also makes up my desk, which is adjacent to the TV to prevent me from being distracted by it while I’m studying. A wobbly, ancient vanity sits in the corner next to a window with my dresser next to that as well, aiding me in trying to get ready for school in the morning in a speedy fashion. Any free space on my furniture is most likely covered in the many items that interest me and play some part in my life.
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For my essay/story thing. Will be edited when finished. It was one of those hot, lazy days in July that made me appreciate winter all the more, and even wish that ’Christmas in July’ came with the same cold breeze that accompanies the December Holiday. Most people with an ounce of intelligence where inside with the AC turned on as low as it could go, or floating on a raft in the cold water of a pool. Both of those things sounded good to me, but having spent the last month and a half doing just that, I’d grown kind of bored. And so it wasn’t really a surprise to me that when a chance to do something for a week came up that I grabbed at it, despite how ridiculous most people would generally view it. Vacation Bible School, a week-long event that is supposed to teach children life lessons and morals, but really just gives them an excuse to learn catchy, annoying songs that end up tormenting their parents. So, needless to say, after we learned how many people where unable to help perform skits and walk kids to and from the bathroom, my best friend and I volunteered at the dusty, old church. It wasn’t the ideal place a person would spend a week of their summer vacation; Dusty, humid, and stifling, the brick church stood on a corner surrounded on three sides by cracked, scorching pavement like some urban peninsula, and was rarely attended by more then a couple handfuls of people every Sunday. But it was there that I met the one person who would cause me to question my sanity more then anyone else I knew.
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Randomness will ensue. (Scream!)
It was a cold, dark night. The kind that stole the breath from your lips and showed it to you as the little clouds flew upwards. The sky was clear, and the stars shown down upon the ground, reflecting off the well polished marble that made up the path to a black shape modeled into the side of the mountain. It felt as though one was walking through the heaven's themselves.
The thought made Kellandris chuckle. The deed he needed to complete tonight was far from heavenly.
His black boots made no sound as they touched the marble path, and his long black jacket blew out behind him, though there was no breeze. Thin, twin horns rose out from above his ears, spiralling backwards through his straight black hair that framed his pale face. Even his own personage, handsome in an exotic sort of way, was far from being heavenly. The thought made him smerk once more, the expression a smug line across his pale face. He stopped at the end of the path, looking up at the sturdy oak doors that marked the entrence to his desination: Akuri Keep. He brought up a gloved hand and clasped the steel knocker in the shape of a snarling animal, and knocked.
Akin looked up from his chair, removing his head from resting in his hand in a pondering sort of manner. As the Lord of the remote Akuri Keep, he didn't get many visitors. The keep's location was generally kept well hidden, and the mountain itself tended to discourage those who managed to find out where it was. The sound of the steel knocker being released against the door in a loud thud resounded through the castle once again. Ah yes, so there was someone out there. How curious. He gave a sharp whistle, a summoning for one of the keep's many servents, and then grabbed his sword from amidst the pile of books he'd been studying. This could prove to be an interesting night, he mused. After all, few came to Akuri Keep with the idea of doing good.
Several moments later, Akin was seated in the vast hall they used for audiences. Tapistries depecting scenes long since past adorned the walls, but other then that and the thick carpet that ran through the center of the stone hall, there was no other sorts of decoration. It was ideal, for it forced his audience to focus soley on him, and kept him from getting distracted at the matter at hand when having to deal with visitors.
He pushed a strand of his golden-brown hair out of his face, crossed his arms, and watched as the doors at the other end of the room opened. Coming in first was his personal servant, a man by all appearance save for two goat-like feet hidden beneith his leather boots. He bowed, then disapeared behind one of the tapestires through what he knew to be a hidden stairwell.
Several minutes later, Akin saw his guest for the first time. The man at first resembled a living corpse, with skin so pale it was white. Grey eyes, heavily rimmed in black, stared out at him from a face so fair it almost remebled the elves. He was dressed entirely in black, from the thick jacket to the fitted, bonded pants overly covered in thin chains and small bottles. The man lifted a pale hand in greeting, and through the fingerless gloves, he could see pale fingers tipped with claws. If the claws and horns hadn't given it away, the sharp fangs that peaked out from his lips when he spoke did.
"My name is Kellandris, and I've come to see your sorceress."
A half-dragon.
By appereance, he assumed thats what it was. He was well versed in the lore of dragons, and the thin horns spiralling from his hands and unnatural paleness certainly fit the description. Kellandris. The name also rung a bell, though it'd been some time since he'd heard it.
"So You've come to see my sorceress." Akin responded, arching one of his well-groomed eyebrows. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, looking intrigued. "What is it that you are trying to summon then, that would require one of her talent?"
Kellandris reached into a pocket of his coat, retrieving a scroll yellowed with age, which he promptly threw at the Keep Lord. Akin caught it with ease, undoing the thin ribbon binding it before opening it and scanning it quickly. His other eyebrow rose as he read it.
"This requires one whom is pure." He commented, going over the rest of the complications in his mind before looking up at the half-dragon.
"It is why I request the services of your sorceress." Kellandris replied, undoing a small bag from his hip. He tossed that to the Keep Lord as well, but Akin didn't have to open it to know that the clinking pieces inside where gold. The half-dragon spoke once more, his tone business like. "There is more that follows when the spell is completed."
He's a smart one, Akin mused to himself. Pays upfront, and promises more afterwords. Easy bribery that he would normally not take from any. After all, where they aware just how rare sorceress' like his where? But this one was different. He could tell by his manner, and as he opened the bag and noticed several rare herbs he'd been searching for, that this one wasn't fooling around.
"Fair enough. I'll show you to her chambers." Revenant/Seduire
Footsteps echoing from the walls above let Krahen know that someone was approaching.
Her blue eyes glowed for a moment, before blinking out in the darkness. It appeared she had visitors.
Kellandris arched an eyebrow quizzically when he was shown the Sorceress' chamber. Chamber was an overstatement, he mused. A wide, circular hole in the ground, probably from a spike-pit trap at some point, was where Akin had left him saying "You can find the way down." The half-dragon peered into the darkness below, though his sharp eyes could detect nothing. He feared not for a trap. No, Akin may deal in underhanded businesses, but he was known for his ability to meet any request without unnecisarily complications.
The half-dragon sighed, working his way around the pit until he found a loose stone, which upon removal gave way to a small winding flight of stairs. Tight, and very narrow, he found himself greatful for having such a thin, lean form. Anyone of regular size might have gotten stuck. Small nooks where visable on the wall besides the flight of stairs, piles of wax and cobwebs taking up the space now that light had not for several years now. He continued his descent until his boot touched a pannel switch on one of the steps. He paused, looking up to see the stone he'd pulled away slide back in place. Darkness surrounded him, creating an almost clastraphobic feeling. Just the way he liked it, he mused as he resumed his descent.
He continued for a short time, knowing he was at the end when he reached the bottom. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, flickering and glowing as though fueld by some inner fire. He glanced around, getting a quick bearing for his surroundings. The stairs lay behind him, but before him lay a narrow stone corrider, the floor littered in rose petals. He took a step into the hallway, observing briefly the ward etched into the wall. Evidentally, Akin didn't want his sorceress leaving. He smerked, then moved on.
The rest of his walk remained on a straight path. He knew better then to try the few rooms that seemed to branch off from the path. The stones around them where fairly new, a more recent addition to the hallway. His original idea about a pit-trap seemed to be correct. Several traps had been designed with a hall for a servant to come and retrieve of any valuables that might have been on a victim. This seemed to be one of them. Though the recent renovations made him wonder what purpose it served now.
Candle-light flickered in the distance, and when he reached the source of it, he finally beheld the sorceress's chambers. The pit-trap was once skollen in design, having a half-moon shaped of raised ground against a corner that would had served as either a ledge for servants to walk upon, or as another row of spikes in some variations. Instead, a small basin and several books where stacked upon it, surrounded with herbs and different spell components. Candles filled any extra space there before circling the entire outer edge of the pit to create a flickering, dim light source. The ground was covered in silk blankets and satin pillows, all black or a deep marroon in color, almost as if it where a nest.
Kellandris took a step forward, remaining unflinching as one of the flickering shadows seemed to swoop behind him. A pale hand wrapped around him from behind to play with the buckles on vest, the other resting on the opposite shoulder. He felt a thin, cold body press against him, but he did not move.
"Oh, how fun! Are you joining me for dinner tonight?" A sly voiced cooed, and the hand resting on his neck moved to push his black hair away from his neck. She brushed her long nails across it lightly, as if waiting to savore the feel of his skin beneith her nails.
"I'm afraid dinner will have to wait until later. I have a job for you, Krahen." The half-dragon announced, watching as the hands unwrapped themselves from around his neck and chest. A figure walked slowly from behind him, as if slightly disapointed that he was not to be her dinner tonight.
"Shame. I'm quite hungry. It could...affect my ability to do whatever job you have for me."
And so it was that Kellandris finally got a look at the sorceress who's abilities he'd sought out for months now. He'd followed clues and traces leading him to the castle, and after all this time he could finally complete the ritual.
Slightly shorter then he was, with skin almost as pale as his own, the sorceress was an interesting creature to beheld. Thick, lustrous black hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back, waving slightly to cover part of her blue eyes. Plump red lips, pursed in a smerk, matched the gem in the choker worn across her elegant neck. A low-cut black dress, slit up to the top of her thigh for easier movement, clung to her every curve, flowing down to just above her bare feet. She gave a sly smile, and it was then that the twin fangs became visable.
Finding a pure, vampire sorceress of her talent had been a long, tenous job. The words 'pure' and 'vampire' often didn't go so well together, part of what made the summoning spell so hard to complete. He'd waited long enough for the chance to finally obtain her services, but he could wait a little longer. He licked his lips, smerking to himself. He had much planned for her tonight, and it looked as though he might even enjoy it.
Krahen eyed the half dragon through her long lashes, her eyes half closed. It had been a while since anyone had come to require her services. Since Akin had trapped her in Akuri Keep, then offered her a deal that she took readily. The solitude the Keep offered her, even if it was condemmed to only one room thanks to some nasty wards she was unable to cross, gave her time to perfect her studies even more.
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Yes. You know, this happens everytime I do it. I make the leap, I try to plunge myself over the cliff.
And everytime I turn around just as I start to fall and grasp onto the side of the rock wall, Not trying to deny what I did, but accept that
I did it and move on. But instead of letting go of that metaphorical cliff and taking the plunge, I hang on and try and pull myself back up.
I try to reason myself out of it. I mean, how am I going to get to the otherside of the cliff if I keep pulling myself up? Am I afraid that I may
have to treck to the otherside? Or am I afraid of whats on the otherside, instead being content to sit at the very edge and watch everything flash by me?
I don't know. Part of me really dosnt want to find out, but the other half is fed up with this.
The part of me that dosn't want to find out is because it knows i'm foolish ,and it knows that I'm apprehensive, not afraid, of what may lie on the other end.
It knows that I was foolish to do that when I know its not going to end peacefully. That I will mourn what was lost, so it tries to mourn now while its still there.
It tries to strike out and gets addgitated over little things that didn't bother me, and when I try to call down and breath and focus on how foolish that part is, I can't help but see the truth in it. Why do I bother?
Your never going to listen to me, or even view me as an equal for that matter. To you, I'm just someone whos always there, not important enough to pay attention to, but to visable to just be hidden off somewhere. I can't tell if you find it funny or not yet, or if you even care enough to find out how you really feel about it. If you don't want to talk to me, fine. Why pretend? Why act like everything is going to be okay when I know its not?
Why do I even care?
It'd be so easy to stop this stupid rambling that at times I almost do it. I almost leave, almost walk away. Almost not tell you when I'm still there, almost pretend to not care.
But I do care, and maybe to much.
Why do I bother when its not going to last, this fleeting feeling that makes me feel for the first time in a long time, accepted?
But even that dosn't last. Everytime I open my eyes to the real world, I know I'm never going to fit in, and i shouldn't even pretend that
you accept me. But now I'm so paranoid of that voice, the one that wasn't even my own, that came into my head and told me that.
Told me that I don't belong and I should just accept it.
Even though I know I'm not good enough for you, I want to pretend to be just to prove that voice wrong.
But its not going to happen. Its not even going to mean anything anymore. I am nothing to you, and I'm okay with that.
But maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm getting tired of taking a deep breath and putting myself in other people's shoes, find the reasoning behind
their actions. maybe I'm tired of knowing you don't want me around, but you don't say it. So why don't you? Are you afraid I'll be hurt,
and inturn bite back like a wounded animal? I'm already hurt now. But I havn't bitten, have I? Why don't you go ahead and say it,
fix the pain thats there with incertancy. Let me know I was right to hold onto the side of the cliff, that going to the otherside would be a mistake
because I was just gonna get pushed down into that rift inbetween cliffs before I could make it back to the side I'm holding on to. Go ahead, do it.
I'm waiting.
But maybe you won't. Maybe you really do care, You don't, but the lie of you is interesting to see sometimes. Maybe your not using me for your
own amusement, not just hanging around for laughs. Maybe you really do like hanging around, keeping me company when no one else really wants to.
But it still dosn't answer my question:
Why?
I don't want you to lie to me. Even if you think the truth will hurt me, go ahead. Do it. I already hurt.
A little more isn't going to do much difference. It wont kill me, it will make me stronger, remind me for
nexttime that jumping over the cliff isnt worth it.
I was hurt already when I knew you didn't care, but wanted you to. Why? Theres no reason.
I wish logic was better at getting rid of these stupid emotions. I wouldn't have to worry about missing you when your gone.
I'm sorry. Maybe I'm starting to get vertigo.
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Well you are the one,
The one that lies close to me
Whispers "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"
If you can guess that song, you worry me more than you think.
Yeah, you do worry me, and the fact that your even capable of worring me
both makes me worry more and makes me appreciate you. (Yeah, your good like that.)
So I'm not really sure how to start this out. Part of me thinks its strange that I'm about to sit here
and even bother pouring everything out to you when I know its not only not going to last, but
its foolish, too. Really, whats the point? And then I figure, I've only got a couple more years of freedom
left before everything falls in on me, I should just relax, and let go, and deal with things when they come.
So maybe I'll do both.
I will never, ever tell you everything. Its a sad fact at first, but really, I'm never going to tell someone everything.
I don't need to be hurt more than I have to be. But still. I also don't want to screw things up because I didn't tell you something.
You know, there was a couple of months when I was gonna start pulling away from you, not talk more then i had to, and kind of prepare myself for the fact that your eventually gonna get sick of me and leave. But then I was cleaning out files and came across a couple, and out of random started reading them. And then I realized that I was just starting to feel close to you. And thats when I'd started trying to pull away. Because it kinda of freaks me out in a sense. I mean, I havn't felt this close to anyone in a long time, if ever. And then I realized even more that I kind of missed you, and wanted you around. I wanted to enjoy being close to someone, at least for a little.
I know for a fact that the feelings I have for you arn't going to last as long as I'd wish, but I also know that
I'll have you as a friend for a long time. Probably longer then you'd like, lol. And it makes me frustrated that I can't fix things sometimes. I know you don't feel the same way about me, and I'm okay with that. I always have been, and probably always will be.
I like waking up in the morning after you left and rolling over and realizing my bedsheets still smell like you.
I loved roleplaying with you and getting that sense of escapism that I havn't had in so long, and being able to
pretend to be someone else for a little while with you. I love laying on the hammok with you outside in the woods, talking about whatever the hell comes to mind. I love spending the day with you at the faire, being able to share the little bit of magical insanity thats my life with you and have it be accepted, not questioned. I love the way you try to torture me by singignt he bannana phone (EVEN THOUGH THAT SONG IS EVVIIIILLLLLLL) and tickling my ribs until I can't figure out if Im laughing because it tickles or I'm laughing because I'm having fun. I love putting my hoodie on in the morning after i was with you and have it still smell like you and remind me that I didn't feel alone for a little while. I could go on, but considering this is already a full paragraph, I'm starting to feel a bit like some paranoid obsessed stalker whos bugging the hell outa someone with a pitiful attempt at explaining things the long way.
And I guess thats why what you said last night after I signed off kinda hurt all the more. Even though you said to ignore it, I'm still rather upset that you would think I thought that about you.If that makes sense. I don't think your assuming. I'm just a little frustrated that you won't listen to me about it, though a little used to it by now.
I don't need a guardian. You can argue with me all you want, but really. Theres nothing you can protect me from that I can't handle myself. I'm saying this, but I'm not saying that your not needed. I do need you around, but not as a guardian. I don't know why i'm even bothering, because part of me has the feeling you'll read this and still not get it, or get the wrong impression from it. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I'm upsetting you right now. But I need to let you know this, I'm just hoping you'll listen.
Hoping, yeah. You know, its ironic. I confide in the little voices sometimes. They rarely let me down. And I realize
that I don't want to ruin whatever it is that we have because I've learned my lesson. And I'm glad I did. I'm glad I have you around. I just wish I could actually thank you rather then tell you that I want to thank you.
Please don't be mad. I'm not trying to argue with you. I know enough that trying to convince you I'm right isn't going to work, because whats right for me may not work for you. But I do want you to know that I'm sorry. I never intended to make you upset. I'm sorry that I did.
I had more to say, but I don't think it really matters. I'm sorry is all thats left.
I think thats enough. The little voices assured me that I'm not insane in doing this. Thank you little voices.
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Yeah. This is more or less written for myself, but I guess I'm gonna end up messaging this to you, my Insane Vampire Mate, since your the cause
Of all the insanity in my head right now. And maybe my insane pack-mate/Baldur's gate dragon killer, too, just becasue it'd be easier then trying to tell you it later.
So right. I'll just write this like Im telling ya dear, 'cause its easier that way. And weirder.
So, like the stalker I am, I watched you leave from my window, then once you where gone I was like...DAMN. ENERGY DRAIN. WTF.
I was totally exhasted. Leading me back to my theory that your a vampire of some sorts or another. Maybe just the sexy kind, but anyway.
Thus, I changed into my pajamas, went downstairs, and watched part of 'Darkness' or something with mommy before I decided...Shit, I AM tired. So I went to bed. After yelling at my sisters preppies, then having them get pissed off that I told them to shut it, having kayla come in and bitch to me about how i was mean to her friends. Hey, its their fault their assholes and can't understand 'Please be quiet, dad and I are going to bed', so I have to YELL from my damn room to theirs.
Finally, they went down stairs, and I got some sleep.
Some is an understatement. A hell of a lot of it is more like it. And my dreams where kinda...weird.
So, they started off really random; Normal stuff. I was at my grandma's house in the country, but I had to go change to get ready for school.
But something about I wasn't wearing something to hide/defend myself from someone or the other led me to end up walking to my grandmas.
Then I got to school after walking along the highway and was sitting in the hallway talking to...someone. Lexi? Stephie? Dj? I don't even know. But I ended up spending forever looking through my bag for something I couldn't find. And I really needed it. (Kind of like being attacked and having my knife dispapear and not being able to scream.)
Then I woke up. 4:47 or something. I got up, went to the bathroom to get cold water since it was ridiculously hot, then went back to try and sleep again.
The tingling-feeling you left had kinda faded a little, but I'm not to sure since I was really tired. Slept. Again.
So, then, BOOM. Mom and I where in the car, and she was laughing at me because I finally found what I was looking for. And I remembered it made me embarrased. We ended up going to like...Blockbuster/Default Bookstore. (I had a dream I almost screwed you in a bookstore when we where playing d&d once. But thats besides the point.) And I was supposed to be looking for something, but you came in and walked up behind me, then rubbed my neck until it tingled and I was like...WHUT? IN MY DREAMS TOO!?! So, you and some chick I didn't know where there for a bit while mom called me over to come lookat something. So then I had to go find some wiccan books or the whatnot, and found two that would help me with whatever it was I was trying to do. So I did, and I remember there was lots of stuff on vampires around and everything was a red-orange, the spooky kind against black spidery text, and...shiney. So I turned to say something to you, but you put your finger to my lip and went SHHH. And I just nodded because I knew whatever you met but now wasnt the time or something, so you smerked.
And I left. Which is sort of where you end, but not really. You come back. You tend to do that in my dreams, dammit.
ThenFLASH. Different series of images. I'm at home, and dad calls meoutside. So I come in the drive way, and he tells me to look at the place near the mailbox (where you usually park), and I focus long enough until I see everything swirl because the dragons are playing in the wind and causing minitornados, but he dosnt know that and just thought it was something in nature. (WHen I was typing this, something very bright and veerryy shiney just came flitting infront of the screen from the direction of the window. It vanished when I started to look for it.)Then Kai interupted whatever it was by running through there, so I just laughed and said I was going in.
Only I didn't go in, I went for a walk in the woods. And this is where any semblance of being in reality fades. After I crossed the path, BOOM. MIDDLE AGE TYPE SCENERIO. It looks like a freak crossover between the Lord of The Rings, my meditation place, and a D&D game. Because the next thing I know, this really hawt guy on horseback comes over and swoops me up and is all like, 'WE NEEDAGO. QUICKLY!' because evidentally I'm like...important or something. Almost wanna say like stereotype princess, but that would be weird. I don't like being a princess. And it was more like...I was holding something, knew something...Something weird like that that they needed me for.
So somehow we evidentally moved somewhere, because we're still on that path, but my house is gone and its all woods in that direction, and its dark out. very dark. And kinda foggy, and the moon is in the distance all shrowded in clouds or something. (So, "We;re not in kansas anymore' comes to mind.) But...Somehow I'm with this party of people trying to do...something. Not quite sure what. But I had a grey, thin claok over my shoulders now with a nice hood so I could stay hidden from whatever it is thats chasing us. So theres this...weird looking guy. Hes got ears, and a wrinkly muzzle, and has lots of fur. Evidentally hes like..part something or the other. He had a W name. Warren, Warrik, something. Then theres this other guy, whos cursed, so he turns into a giant dog-wolf thing that goes very savage. And I remember i thought it was funny because most D&D style parties usually only have one wolf in them, but we had two and a half (my self being the half I guess). So the guy who'd picked me up on his big black horse sets me back down, (well, i was down for a while now, IDK know quite what happened. I think he pulled me onto the horse to get to his realm thingy)looks kinda like Aragorn in the sense that hes got dark brown/almost black curly hair that hangs almost down to his shoulders, and these dark brown eyes. Hes slighlty pale and what not, and has a sword on his hip and a bow tucked under his arm allot. There where others in the party, but I think I was the only girl. Maybe not, I don't remember.I only remember those three or soemthing.
So we went down, and theres this pool of water in the moonlight, and there really worried because their blades started glowing and it felt like something was watching us and something about...my hackles? Like a dog has hackles? Idk. So I said 'Oh, wait, I'll go check.' .
And I DIVED into this pool of water, but it was okay for a moment because I looked around and felt..really good. Like the generic healing pools. But then I got stuck in the moonlight and everything got realy bright, and the aragorn-looking guy had to cover his eyes and cry out and fall to his knees, and the cursed guy lost controul and turned into a wolf, and whomever else was with us had to flee because they where not worthy or something, but the warrick/warren guytrollwolfthing had his hands on his head and was howling. So then I came back up from the Pool of Liquid Moonlight or something, and then they where all like...'Shit yeah'. Only not that blunt. More or less I did something to this pool of moonlight because I was evidentlaly really powerful or something.
So they pull out this map/chestboard thing and arrange the pieces and it looks like a grid with a big pool of water and mountains and such on it and huge castles. (Like I said, generic D&D game) and say that we need to make it through the mines..and I'm like.. 'Of Moria?' and they seem surprise that I would know this, but yes, we need to go through their. Because we need to find the Great Witch for help.
THEN POOF.
New images go. I guess we went through the mines and the rest of the woods, because suddenly we're going along this huge lake./oceanthing. We may have been riding horses, may have not. I don't even know. But we're suddenly at this huge, weird castle thing. And we go inside and we're transported up to the top floor in this weird shaped room, and told to sit at this table. And this lady comes over with really long black curly hair and some weird robe-dress thing and a scarf and she kind alooks like a gypsy. But shes evidentaly kickass powerful because everyone else falls really silent and is impressed. They may have actually left.
But shes talking to me, and suddenly I reach down to pet this fluffy, white cat whos blacklegs are really kinda deformed but can walk perfectly fine. And its got like...this rainbow crestheadpiece thing down its entire back, and when I start petting it, it sort of disolves and the fur gets really soft. And the cat starts purring, and the lady chuckles and is like 'I see you and *catsname* are becoming fast friends'. So the cat leaves and she keeps talking, detailing what I need to do next in this quest. (which included pulling out a map and showing me we pretty much traveled across the continent, and I asked if her fortress was the one floating in the middle of the lake because it looked like hers and she said 'Oh no, thats just made of gushers'. And I was like...those things are GOOD. ANd she told me not to eat it. xD)
So I agree, and then...POOF. I'm somewhere else. The realm of the fairies or something, and this elf and I are on a crudesledraft thing being pulled by these purple faythings that move quickly and are really wild and want to go dancing with the others. And we're surrounded on all sides and they wont let us go because they want to dance. So when we nearely ram into a table, the blond-elf guy next to me sighs and says 'They want to race! But we need to make it back to Gelona' (I think that was her name). So I sat, trying to contruol the rains while the crazy purple dancing fairies flitted around us and said 'Why dont we race to see who can make it back to Lady Galona's house first?" And they chuckled and sped up and then we got dumped out onto the floor of the witch's house and she laughed and said "I see someone used the fairies to their advantage'. So I stood up and dusted off my pants and helped the elf up.
Then I looked at her shelf and picked up the sculpture of a small, white cat. And it was the cat from before. And the cat got up, stretched in my palm, then went back to sleep. And I was like 'I should make you something to thank you'. And she chuckled and handed me a piece of white clay and I told her I'd make her my dragon.
So I made this tiny dragon...and he moved. And I set a fairy on his back and he curled up and suddenly the thin pieces of clay became so..perfect and lifelike.
And I told her we should bake him before he melts, and she just chuckled and said Not to worry because 'he was remembering his form'. And then she smiled or something because evidentally that was enough for one night and I should really be getting home.
And I woke up in bed with Ferdinand and the Stuffed Tiger staring in my face.
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