A Luminous Dream Is There Waiting [AW]
07-24-2016, 07:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2016, 04:32 PM by Naudir.)
ignore the edit I almost pasted over my second post with my third -_-
Naudir swallowed her stomach as she stared down into the inky black and for a second she felt like she was falling. Had the gods wanted to show her this? If so why? Her mind stretched back to the dream but everything was foggy and fading swiftly into shadow. She remembered blood… she remembered being surrounded by a ring of ravens and fiery lights across the sky. There had been something else there, some dark thing made of shadows and the organs of the dead. Naudir shuddered and shook the vision from her head. She wanted nothing to do with them.
Nails clicked along the ice and after a few deep breaths Naudir decided she was ready to return home. As she started to however she felt Branwen’s talons bite sharply into her shoulder. Stifling a yelp Naudir froze but then slowly turned to her right, trusting the unspoken command of her pale companion. She froze again but this time in shock. Ahead of her was a beautiful wolf that looked like she was wearing a pelt cut from the night sky and the rarer violet hues of the northern lights. Was this one of the gods? She continued to stare, wondering why the woman was not looking up to see her. Taking a deep breath she made her best guess and addressed the woman. “Nótt?”
dark mists are cloaking what the eyes can see
Naudir swallowed her stomach as she stared down into the inky black and for a second she felt like she was falling. Had the gods wanted to show her this? If so why? Her mind stretched back to the dream but everything was foggy and fading swiftly into shadow. She remembered blood… she remembered being surrounded by a ring of ravens and fiery lights across the sky. There had been something else there, some dark thing made of shadows and the organs of the dead. Naudir shuddered and shook the vision from her head. She wanted nothing to do with them.
Nails clicked along the ice and after a few deep breaths Naudir decided she was ready to return home. As she started to however she felt Branwen’s talons bite sharply into her shoulder. Stifling a yelp Naudir froze but then slowly turned to her right, trusting the unspoken command of her pale companion. She froze again but this time in shock. Ahead of her was a beautiful wolf that looked like she was wearing a pelt cut from the night sky and the rarer violet hues of the northern lights. Was this one of the gods? She continued to stare, wondering why the woman was not looking up to see her. Taking a deep breath she made her best guess and addressed the woman. “Nótt?”