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estdeus_innobis2011-03-13 03:58 pm
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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.
Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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--alright, perhaps not exactly a story that I have heard before. Still, it occurs to me that perhaps the little girl's mother might--
"...and there he still lives, inside her skin." And then she is opening like a flower in sudden bloom, a beautiful and terrible unfolding, and then there is only the wolf, teeth to break through bones and a throat to swallow men whole, and it speaks with the little girl's voice and that does not matter, this is no true child and never was.
"I'm still hungry," she says, and I am staring in shock, and then the golden woman is running back to her cottage, calling us inside. I am sorely tempted to shut the door on the red woman, who seems to be all but sauntering back, but she is too close and if she were to try battering it open and the wolf was approaching still...
I shut the door once she is inside, though, and bar it, and lean hard against it as well. A wolf. A wolf the size of-- well, I can see why others may have been reluctant to pursue me into the forest!
"Go away," I say through the chink in the door. "Go away or I-- or your mother shall hear of this!"
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"Then you're a fool," I say, big wolf mouth smiling, "and I'll grind your baby's bones into dust."
They all run inside and slam the door. I run up to the door, slam my body against it so it rattles, tongue lolling. And then I howl, a long sharp sound.
"Come out," I say, "or I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down."
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The wolf throws itself at the door, which rattles but holds.
"I think we're alright for now," I say, and then the wolf says:
"I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down."
And then there's a sound like wind rising, and the walls begin to shake.
"Oh no," I say faintly. "Oh no, oh no..." And the house is flying to pieces, hard strong wind blowing, and I spread out my cloak and it makes me glide on the wind. I look down at the wreckage of my house, and I want to know if the man and the woman were blown away or if the wolf ate them, but I'm already too far up to tell, and the wind's carrying me beyond the forest (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405311.html).
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Westin tries to make it go away by threatening to tell it's mother, and I would laugh at the absurbdity...
but the wolf knows many stories, and the wind starts to howl around the house. This dream is going from bad to horrific, and of all the days for Rose to tag along! I sheathe my sword and look my tiny daughter in the eye.
"Rose, Rose you must wake up now. It is not safe here. Please sweetling, wake up!" I beg her, my voice rising to be heard over the wind as the house shakes and rattles. She does not leave me though, merely keeps my gaze. Stay with Mother, safe. Shake my head. "It's not! Wake up and call your father to care for you if I do not follow!" I beg, knowing he will care for her if I cannot. Still, Rose remains, even as the house flys apart, even as Kate dissappears from sight...
Root cellar. I spin and find a door, throw it open and plunge into the darkness, clutching Rose to me for dear life.
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"You wouldn't want to eat me," I say, with a shaking voice. "Why, I'm nothing but skin, thin as an onion, and burnt besides." I show it my hand. "I wouldn't be a good meal, not for something as fine as you, I wouldn't be sweet. You could find so much better-- I could find you so much better." I run my good hand back through my hair and look up at it.
"Surely there must be something I could find you that would taste better than me? There must be stores in the cellar, something that didn't blow away, and you're such a fine--" oh dear-- "wolf. You wouldn't want to go crawling in the dirt."
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"I could eat you," I say sweetly, "as an appetiser, before I find something more substantial." And I grin at him with my wolfish teeth. But really, I don't want to kill him. He might wake up if he dies, and that's dull. Or he might die for real, and I don't care about that, but since he has such a wicked mind I may as well use him to make other people miserable. "I'll count to three, and you can run," I say, baring my teeth at him - and run, of course, he does. Runs and runs through the thorns and brambles, until he reaches another place (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?thread=10260330#t10260330). And when he does, I turn back, for I have other things to do.
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out.