An Angel in the Outfield
02-11-2014, 10:57 AM
She let like she was burning in the empty black place. Fur shearing off, skin boiling. But it wasn't her own pain that made her thrash about in her nightmare. She could see the faded images of her family slowly breaking apart, of them dying in a hundred of possible ways. She couldn't see their attacker, just feel his presence there. Her hackles raised at the threat, could feel the pressure of something there at her back. Unknown to her that in the waking world her brother was there. She continued to thrash her body from side to side to rid herself of this attackers presence around her. But slowly her body was growing weaker, only able to just crouch there and shiver. Still now a voice whispered its way to her mind. It wove in on silver threads, a bright ribbon of moonlit silver. It curled its way around her, soothing, warm, safety. She relaxed her body once in it's embrace, wheezing as she tried to catch her breath through her raw throat. Again she remembered that voice, why was it so familiar? Why couldn't she see the owner of such words spoken to her? Slowly she forced herself to see, to wake up. Ice blues opened just a crack at a time. The scent of family bathed her, comforting. She turned her head to see Jinxx was wrapped around her, nearly making her cry with relief. He wasn't dead but alive and unharmed. But as soon as she realized how it was she tried to clamped down all her emotions. But it was a task to great at the moment. Her emotions too raw, too strong to hide away.Don't..die.. She whispered hoarsely before curling up into him. She would bury her face into his side, feeling safe with her brother. Able to just calm down, to recover. She didn't feel like talk too much. Wasn't even sure she could explain to him what had just happened. Even she wasn't too sure what was wrong with her. I can talk! |