I will scream with the howling wind
01-27-2015, 04:44 PM
With her start came the awakening of her sister, not by her choice but she couldn't have stopped the scream if she tried. Motif was on her feet in an instant, ready to defend Rhythm from whatever unfortunate beast tried to harm her. The girl would shake visibly as she sobbed, easily guided into Motif's embrace as she calmed and realized Rhythm's distress. She'd feel herself become enveloped in her sister's embrace, she could come to cling to the other's muscular form. Comforting affection would be poured onto her as she cried into her sister's chest. The images of her dream still so vivid in her mind. Motif's voice was whispered softly in her ear, her words anchoring her to the real world. Her tears would stop as Motif soothed her, rocking gently as the images became easier to deal with. Her sobs would come to an end as she uttered a long sigh, catching her breath and nuzzling into Motif's neck fur. "He went over the cliff. He went over the cliff..." She would continue to mutter, not having quite the grip on reality that ceasing crying seemed to have brought. She could feel herself start to hyperventilate as she lost control of her breathing again. Why was she so panicked? Why did this dream disturb her so terribly? "Speech" |