Izgilnurt
Age: IXSpecies: Canis Lupus
Gender: FemaleSpiritual Rank: Conceiver
Posts: 14 Stones: 141❂ Played by: Chickadee
Tîr galikh n'ala kîlîn, ra hu galad abkhu’ khama.
#1


Hover over words for translations.




still we dream


Sleep was hastened by the gentle twittering of the avian kind above, formulating a scene of serene accord as wistful breaths evened, giving way to imagery never to forget, neither dream nor memory but a prophetic scene of gratifying intentions made true through the workings of silken lips. Gnarled limbs of aged oak encased succulent flesh absent of silken jacket drooping like waterfalls cascading upon rocks. Lashes of pure white fluttered as the gentle breeze caressed her form and the canine, standing over her thought, well she looked awfully familiar but the creature could not fathom where she had seen such a thing. A simple creature, delicate in stature with snow dangling in lengthened coiffure framing innocent visage, tears glistening, creating tracks down gnarled and crummy face set in an expression of peace. Why was she crying?

The sensation of familiarity overwhelmed the eggshell canis as her clinquant gaze beheld the creature of flesh and grime. Hunger simultaneously gnawed at her gut. Curious; the wolf pondered the idea of this seemingly lifeless creature becoming an unwitting meal. The figure was merely attached to gnarled limbs of a behemoth oak and had clearly been encased in the roots for epochs with immaculate flesh untainted; save for the filth that smeared it. Perhaps it was wise for the naive canine to ponder the nature of such a being before investing in fine dining but alas the turbulent psyche bid the tempestuous jaw to gape in viper reflex to tear at the exposed throat of the sleeping woman.

A fatal mistake.

Blood pooled immediately from the wounded gullet of the outcrying figure that strained in her stupor at the violent ongoing's of her tender form. Knurlnien was forced to pull away as an excruciating pain was met against her own gullet and when the female gazed towards her feet, horror was met with the flowing river of her own blood intermingling with that of her would-be meal. The wolf howled in pain - to find that only gargled blood was her song as legs gave way to weakened body collapsing into the mud and blood beside the detangled figure of pristine integument harmed - dead.

Her eyes, too, shortly became lifeless as the wolf attempted a final, wheezing breath.

Leaving two figures intertwined in prophetic symbolism amid a pool of life only slipping; vulnerable.


And then her eyes shot open and Knurlnien was only met with confusion combined with the desire to understand.

"Heed my whispers"




@Essence

Age: ImmortalSpecies: Deity
Gender: Spiritual Rank: The One
Posts: 31 Stones: 7,284.58❂ Played by: Xalypsis Staff
all that was, is, and will ever be.
#2

“Sometimes a god must allow what they hate to accomplish that which they love.”


We hear, and stir at the fever pitch.  The ether pulsed with the magnitude of her metaphysical death. 
We see, as We always have, the spasms of prophecy borne to Our gifted ones. We provide the seeds of sight within their mind and wait to know what they have done with Our gift.

No longer will We need to wait for her. 
The vision is a song of clarity, to puncture through aires and assumptions.  
There can be no mistaking the message pooling in crimson upon the astral landscape. We know the astute wit of this creme wolf, the brilliance aching to morph behind guarded expressions.  We will help you, oh loved one.  We will bring you catalyst upon catalyst until you grasp the enterity of your might. We wish this greatness for you.  
Our yearning causes the fabric of space to fade.
Appear do We, stepping from this sliver in dimension.  Barefeet press upon grass as We come to her, remiscent of the beast killed in her vision. Confusion perplexes the contours of her visage and We smile, without malice or judgement.  
She is upon the cusp of transformation.
Knurlnein.
This one, more solidified than the last, is it not?

Smile We, and tilt Our head.  We remember all her visions, We know of all to come upon her brow. Heat intensifies within as We bask in the fragrance of her scent and the trill of her heart. Discovery becomes you Child. Shall you comprehend all preparing to wash through your mind?

Heed, and listen closely.
▲ And let our thoughts become one. ▲
  

Age: IXSpecies: Canis Lupus
Gender: FemaleSpiritual Rank: Conceiver
Posts: 14 Stones: 141❂ Played by: Chickadee
Tîr galikh n'ala kîlîn, ra hu galad abkhu’ khama.
#3


Hover over words for translations.




still we dream




It is the voice of them that she hears within her kaleidoscopic psyche even before full consciousness prevails. Knurlnien startles then as biped figure of pristine glittering star cluster graced her with its divine presence. There is a gentle smile in their face; while confusion was clear upon the visage of the breathing wolf silent still as a cacophony of voices echoed in her ears. The ethereal beauty approach on two legs, neither male nor female in appearance while the wolf teetered backward in response.

A subtle nod was her reply as she struggled to comprehend this privileged moment combined with turbulent musing that was stirring an onslaught of anxiety to flee. Of all the dreams that could have groomed the wolf; she had been wholly unprepared for this moment where silence and confusion dominated witty remark. Her mother tongue would barely be discerned even in her own mind and in truth; she was merely lost for words.

There is a sigh as chaste psyche uncoils into a golden thread revealing all but understanding as egg-shell femme recovers. She tilts her head, confusion replaced with a faultless mug that compliments the composure of she who manipulated so well. "It felt... real." The female whispered, fuschia gaze dropping from sublime figure to regard her now unblemished fur. No blood. "It was painful - horrific."

Finally, she asked the question that would be her ultimate desire for a candid response that would unlock the gate to enlightenment for the female, eyes shortly fixated on the form of two legs, like that of her dream but far more beautiful. Her voice was clear but feminine in comparison to the many voices of Essence; it questioned the purpose of such a dream. "What does all this mean?"

"Heed my whispers"




@Essence



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