07-08-2014, 12:04 PM
Sierra had gotten Calvin his share of the deer they'd taken down together, and she'd found that she was lonelier than she'd thought. She missed her brother deeply and wished he'd not been lost to the wolves.
It reminded Sierra why she'd come to Moscow in the first place - to find out what had happened to her brother. Why the man with the snake tattoo had killed him. The scar on her leg was a constant reminder as to how bad things had really gotten, but Sierra consistently pushed it away, there had to be a reason he'd gone mad.
Aaron had spent a great deal of time in the wolf dream before his passing. Sierra knew the dangers, Snow had reminded her consistently. But this night she had to try to find out something. To figure out the world she lived in now.
Sierra closed her eyes with Snow lying next to her. He promised to guide her through the dreams, but they wouldn't stay long.
Sierra woke in her room, things flickered in and out of view. Drifting Snow sat regally on the bed. He was not the wolf in her bed, he was somehow more beautiful, more like drifting snow, like he was part of the wind blown snow that Sierra saw in the city. He was beautiful.
Drifting Snow howled at Sierra, she was still human and Snow sent that it was good. Run with me.
And they ran. Sierra trying to keep up but he'd bound in and out of view. When she'd fall too far behind Snow would send Focus! He was teaching her but as all wolves did, they taught by doing, not lecturing, they knew no other way.
Sierra tried her best to find Snow and follow him. It was a very interesting game to play. She could focus on him, and his whereabouts, but when she got there he'd be gone. But as the time passed she was getting better, catching glimpses of him before he'd waft off into another part of the city.
((Any Dreamwalker is welcome to pop in))
It reminded Sierra why she'd come to Moscow in the first place - to find out what had happened to her brother. Why the man with the snake tattoo had killed him. The scar on her leg was a constant reminder as to how bad things had really gotten, but Sierra consistently pushed it away, there had to be a reason he'd gone mad.
Aaron had spent a great deal of time in the wolf dream before his passing. Sierra knew the dangers, Snow had reminded her consistently. But this night she had to try to find out something. To figure out the world she lived in now.
Sierra closed her eyes with Snow lying next to her. He promised to guide her through the dreams, but they wouldn't stay long.
Sierra woke in her room, things flickered in and out of view. Drifting Snow sat regally on the bed. He was not the wolf in her bed, he was somehow more beautiful, more like drifting snow, like he was part of the wind blown snow that Sierra saw in the city. He was beautiful.
Drifting Snow howled at Sierra, she was still human and Snow sent that it was good. Run with me.
And they ran. Sierra trying to keep up but he'd bound in and out of view. When she'd fall too far behind Snow would send Focus! He was teaching her but as all wolves did, they taught by doing, not lecturing, they knew no other way.
Sierra tried her best to find Snow and follow him. It was a very interesting game to play. She could focus on him, and his whereabouts, but when she got there he'd be gone. But as the time passed she was getting better, catching glimpses of him before he'd waft off into another part of the city.
((Any Dreamwalker is welcome to pop in))