A Wanderer's Dream
Posted: May 21 2012 11:30:31 EDT
by Keiro DreamWalker
Darkness surrounded the awareness that awakened in the dream. Somehow, the dreamer knew that it was a dream. He thought it odd to know this and to
feel his awareness, yet not quite be a part of him as if his body lay still in another place. He wanted to hold onto this thought and explore it,
but it seemed to drift out of his reach as he became slowly aware of the smells around him.
He was in a forest and his nose gradually picked out the different odors. He could smell the deep earthy smell of rotting leaves and the fresh
peppery smells of the ferns growing over the roots of the tall trees that cast their shade and kept the floor in dappled darkness. But what stood out
the most was a scent not native to the forest. Gradually, the scene before him resolves into a clarity previously unknown to the dreamer. Slowly,
the scent of a human female gets through to the brain, causing him to look up, at gold-green eyes that were liquid with desire, love, among many
other emotions.
Briefly, he thinks to himself that it is a dream. That this cannae be happening. Yet, it was, and he was standing before the one he loved... but
that thought is quickly brushed away by the contralto voice that reached out to tease his ears. "Do nae go, my wolf. Please, stay with me. Stay, and
love me." A feeling of complete safety, belonging and the fulfilment of having a Mate filled him. Slowly, as he listened to the pain-filled
yet loving contralto voice, he sees that the woman that spoke to him, kneeling before him so that her face was closer to the level of that of his own.
His blue-grey eyes travel over her body, taking inventory of what she wore. Her hair was that of the consistency of finely-spun brown threads, soft,
pliable, yet strong. Some of the curls of her hair framed her face, revealing that she was somewhere between Caucasian and Mexican in the way her
skin was colored. The name of the color didn't touch his mind, but it was an observation. A strand of her hair brushed across full lips that seemed
just made for kissing.
His thoughts began to frame a response until the scene suddenly tilts, slowly beginning to spin, and the last he hears is "Nae, do no go! Akiro!
Noooooooo!" as he is drawn out of the dream.
He awakens, with a sharp gasp, and a moan of his lover's name. His vision is blurry, revealing the darkened room through murky gray
that turns out to be tears as he feels something snap within him, at the loss of his connection to the other in his dream.
Darkness surrounded the awareness that awakened in the dream. Somehow, the dreamer knew that it was a dream. He thought it odd to know this and to
feel his awareness, yet not quite be a part of him as if his body lay still in another place. He wanted to hold onto this thought and explore it,
but it seemed to drift out of his reach as he became slowly aware of the smells around him.
He was in a forest and his nose gradually picked out the different odors. He could smell the deep earthy smell of rotting leaves and the fresh
peppery smells of the ferns growing over the roots of the tall trees that cast their shade and kept the floor in dappled darkness. But what stood out
the most was a scent not native to the forest. Gradually, the scene before him resolves into a clarity previously unknown to the dreamer. Slowly,
the scent of a human female gets through to the brain, causing him to look up, at gold-green eyes that were liquid with desire, love, among many
other emotions.
Briefly, he thinks to himself that it is a dream. That this cannae be happening. Yet, it was, and he was standing before the one he loved... but
that thought is quickly brushed away by the contralto voice that reached out to tease his ears. "Do nae go, my wolf. Please, stay with me. Stay, and
love me." A feeling of complete safety, belonging and the fulfilment of having a Mate filled him. Slowly, as he listened to the pain-filled
yet loving contralto voice, he sees that the woman that spoke to him, kneeling before him so that her face was closer to the level of that of his own.
His blue-grey eyes travel over her body, taking inventory of what she wore. Her hair was that of the consistency of finely-spun brown threads, soft,
pliable, yet strong. Some of the curls of her hair framed her face, revealing that she was somewhere between Caucasian and Mexican in the way her
skin was colored. The name of the color didn't touch his mind, but it was an observation. A strand of her hair brushed across full lips that seemed
just made for kissing.
His thoughts began to frame a response until the scene suddenly tilts, slowly beginning to spin, and the last he hears is "Nae, do no go! Akiro!
Noooooooo!" as he is drawn out of the dream.
He awakens, with a sharp gasp, and a moan of his lover's name. His vision is blurry, revealing the darkened room through murky gray
that turns out to be tears as he feels something snap within him, at the loss of his connection to the other in his dream.
A Wanderer's Dream by Keiro DreamWalker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 United States License.