Post by sumatraa on Oct 13, 2008 11:39:18 GMT -8
The wind whistled loudly through the trees, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. She didn't like the wind. It always threw her off. And her wolf Lao wasn't too keen on it either.
It messed with your mind, the wind did. Made you hear things that weren't there. Made you cold even when it was warm. Made things move when they should be still.
A shadow moved on the edge of her vision and she started, her dagger seeming to fly into her hand from the scabbard at her waist.
She waited a moment but the shadow stilled.
Glancing down at her wolf she noted his calmness and she relaxed slightly.
On nights like these, it was hard for her to distinguish what was real and what were only images her mind conjured up.
She hated nights like these.
She sighed and re-sheathed her dagger before lying down on her bedroll. It was no use lighting a fire. The wind was too hazardous tonight.
She felt the warmth of Lao's body as he settled down against her back.
She'd get a room tomorrow night. Maybe.
She didn't like to sleep indoors. She felt trapped while indoors. She felt as if the walls were closing in on her. She hasn't felt comfortable sleeping indoors since she was a child.
Unbidden a dark memory nudged at the edges of her consciousness and she wiped a hand across her face as if to ward it off.
"Not tonight..." she muttered softly and turned on her back her eyes gazing up at the light sprinkling of stars she could see beyond the low hanging trees.
'with steps so light we do not hear the calling of the fear'
She sat up suddenly on the alert, looking around.
"Who is it?" she called out making Lao lift his head, his eyes looking at her questioningly.
It was stupid to call out. But the voice was familiar.
After a few moments when no response was heard she lay back down her eyes still searching the darkness knowing there was no one there. She knew she would not sleep tonight.
The voices were back.
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It messed with your mind, the wind did. Made you hear things that weren't there. Made you cold even when it was warm. Made things move when they should be still.
A shadow moved on the edge of her vision and she started, her dagger seeming to fly into her hand from the scabbard at her waist.
She waited a moment but the shadow stilled.
Glancing down at her wolf she noted his calmness and she relaxed slightly.
On nights like these, it was hard for her to distinguish what was real and what were only images her mind conjured up.
She hated nights like these.
She sighed and re-sheathed her dagger before lying down on her bedroll. It was no use lighting a fire. The wind was too hazardous tonight.
She felt the warmth of Lao's body as he settled down against her back.
She'd get a room tomorrow night. Maybe.
She didn't like to sleep indoors. She felt trapped while indoors. She felt as if the walls were closing in on her. She hasn't felt comfortable sleeping indoors since she was a child.
Unbidden a dark memory nudged at the edges of her consciousness and she wiped a hand across her face as if to ward it off.
"Not tonight..." she muttered softly and turned on her back her eyes gazing up at the light sprinkling of stars she could see beyond the low hanging trees.
'with steps so light we do not hear the calling of the fear'
She sat up suddenly on the alert, looking around.
"Who is it?" she called out making Lao lift his head, his eyes looking at her questioningly.
It was stupid to call out. But the voice was familiar.
After a few moments when no response was heard she lay back down her eyes still searching the darkness knowing there was no one there. She knew she would not sleep tonight.
The voices were back.
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