Post by Publicist on Mar 7, 2018 22:59:45 GMT -5
I awoke with a start, my chest heaving and the thin cut off “Shit-Up” t-shirt I wore to bed was soaked with sweat. I glanced over at Sarah as she slept soundly, a single pale arm draped over me. I slipped away, being careful to move her arm gingerly, so as not to wake her. I stood up and glided silently across the large stateroom and then outside to our balcony. The cool breeze coming off the Port was magical and jarring all at once. I put my arms around myself to stave off some of the bite from the breeze, but that did little for my lower body, covered only by a skimpy thong. I took a deep breath and shivered, tossing my head back and sending my braids back behind my shoulders and down my back.
As my eyes peered up at the moon, my dream came back to me...
I was running through the forrest with Nora beside me. Trees whipped between us as we lept and bounded through the brush. Nora was stronger and she moved with power, her muscles rippling under her smooth skin, urging me along with sidelong glances. My body ached, but I refused to disappoint her, struggling to keep up.
“…stop…”
Her voice had been little more than a whisper, but I heard it like the crack of thunder, and I obeyed. I pulled up short beside her and she pointed off in the distance to a young fawn grazing on succulent leaves, paying little attention to it’s surroundings.
“…you know what to do cub…”
I did know what to do, though by all rights, I had no reason knowing. I lowered myself to the ground and moved in a serpentine fashion until I was but a few feet from the unsuspecting deer. It seemed almost insane that I hadn’t been seen, heard, or even smelled. That was the game, to get in close and unnoticed…the danger unseen or felt until it was too late.
I stared at the long slender neck…I knew blood coursed there like a fount ready to be freed. My mouth watered and my nails dug into the earth underneath me. Nora was going to be proud of me…I would soon no longer be a cub…I would be a wolf…I would be Na Fianna
CRACK
A branch snapped under me and the fawn turned and looked right at me, its mouth stopping in mid-chew.
“…shit…” A knew I had failed…or at least I should have.
The fawn started to slowly chew again, almost as if nothing had happened. It’s eyes were on me as it continued on, but there was no fear…there was no alarm at all. This puzzled me…it left me wondering what was happening…but there was no time for that.
I swallowed down my curiosity and embraced my good fortune as I attacked. I launched my body at my target, taking it down with a mighty pounce that sent us both over and over. My claws dug in deep and my teeth were on its throat; knashing and clawing. The struggle was hard as we rolled around and tussled. The fawn struggled and fought against me, but it was no use. I watched as its eyes stared up blankly and its mouth went slack in surprise. It hadn’t suspected me to attack…it caught completely unaware.
I was so proud of myself; I knew that Nora would be proud too. She had trained me well…she had molded me in her image. I wouldn’t be a cub anymore…I would be a wolf…I would be one with the pack…
“…beloved…”
I looked down at the fawn as its mouth moved in time with Sarah’s words…her name for me. The deer was speaking…but with my wife’s voice.
“…aren’t you hungry…?”
Blood ran from its mouth and from the wounds I had scored all over its body. Suddenly I was replused…shocked and frightened by what I had done. I opened my mouth to say her name, but all that came out was a mass of blood stained pigeon feathers.
“AREN’T YOU STILL HUNGRY?!”
That’s when I awoke…again…from that same dream…that same feeling. Since I left Ireland, I had dreamed that same dream nearly every night. I should have been use to it, but I wasn’t. A lot of things were new to me now, not just my dreams…but my demenor. I was becoming more aggressive…getting into ridiculous arguments with people I had no business fighting with…people I hardly knew like D. Walker and Bordy…I had even argued with Sativa over Burn…something I knew wasn’t my concern.
I took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, troubled by what was happening to me…
I turned and looked through the sheer curtains as Sarah slept comfortably in our bed. I loved my Baby; always would. I’d never hurt her, but these new feelings surging inside of me had me on edge. The training with Nora had made me stronger...but the act of being broken and then remade was slowly unlocking a savagery in me that I hadn’t expected, and it left me troubled as I wondered what was happening to me…and more importantly…why I was enjoying it so much...
{ ...to be continued... }
As my eyes peered up at the moon, my dream came back to me...
I was running through the forrest with Nora beside me. Trees whipped between us as we lept and bounded through the brush. Nora was stronger and she moved with power, her muscles rippling under her smooth skin, urging me along with sidelong glances. My body ached, but I refused to disappoint her, struggling to keep up.
“…stop…”
Her voice had been little more than a whisper, but I heard it like the crack of thunder, and I obeyed. I pulled up short beside her and she pointed off in the distance to a young fawn grazing on succulent leaves, paying little attention to it’s surroundings.
“…you know what to do cub…”
I did know what to do, though by all rights, I had no reason knowing. I lowered myself to the ground and moved in a serpentine fashion until I was but a few feet from the unsuspecting deer. It seemed almost insane that I hadn’t been seen, heard, or even smelled. That was the game, to get in close and unnoticed…the danger unseen or felt until it was too late.
I stared at the long slender neck…I knew blood coursed there like a fount ready to be freed. My mouth watered and my nails dug into the earth underneath me. Nora was going to be proud of me…I would soon no longer be a cub…I would be a wolf…I would be Na Fianna
CRACK
A branch snapped under me and the fawn turned and looked right at me, its mouth stopping in mid-chew.
“…shit…” A knew I had failed…or at least I should have.
The fawn started to slowly chew again, almost as if nothing had happened. It’s eyes were on me as it continued on, but there was no fear…there was no alarm at all. This puzzled me…it left me wondering what was happening…but there was no time for that.
I swallowed down my curiosity and embraced my good fortune as I attacked. I launched my body at my target, taking it down with a mighty pounce that sent us both over and over. My claws dug in deep and my teeth were on its throat; knashing and clawing. The struggle was hard as we rolled around and tussled. The fawn struggled and fought against me, but it was no use. I watched as its eyes stared up blankly and its mouth went slack in surprise. It hadn’t suspected me to attack…it caught completely unaware.
I was so proud of myself; I knew that Nora would be proud too. She had trained me well…she had molded me in her image. I wouldn’t be a cub anymore…I would be a wolf…I would be one with the pack…
“…beloved…”
I looked down at the fawn as its mouth moved in time with Sarah’s words…her name for me. The deer was speaking…but with my wife’s voice.
“…aren’t you hungry…?”
Blood ran from its mouth and from the wounds I had scored all over its body. Suddenly I was replused…shocked and frightened by what I had done. I opened my mouth to say her name, but all that came out was a mass of blood stained pigeon feathers.
“AREN’T YOU STILL HUNGRY?!”
That’s when I awoke…again…from that same dream…that same feeling. Since I left Ireland, I had dreamed that same dream nearly every night. I should have been use to it, but I wasn’t. A lot of things were new to me now, not just my dreams…but my demenor. I was becoming more aggressive…getting into ridiculous arguments with people I had no business fighting with…people I hardly knew like D. Walker and Bordy…I had even argued with Sativa over Burn…something I knew wasn’t my concern.
I took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, troubled by what was happening to me…
I turned and looked through the sheer curtains as Sarah slept comfortably in our bed. I loved my Baby; always would. I’d never hurt her, but these new feelings surging inside of me had me on edge. The training with Nora had made me stronger...but the act of being broken and then remade was slowly unlocking a savagery in me that I hadn’t expected, and it left me troubled as I wondered what was happening to me…and more importantly…why I was enjoying it so much...
{ ...to be continued... }
