i dreamed a dream | ane's namings

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

The water shimmers—the sun is at high noon—as shafts of light try to penetrate the trenches where monsters lie. The light fails as it always does and from the trench, a creature of old arises. Gray shadow stretches its flesh and its beauty is only equaled by the unmitigated terror it strikes into the lesser sealife. She is not lesser; she is great as the gray mingled black shadow paints her own skin.

Obsidian eyes watch as the juvenile turns and sinks back into the trench. It is of no concern to her. She is on the hunt and it will be no challenge should it come. A tail flicks sharp as she circles. It’ll come; in due time, they’ll come.

It is hours later as the wind rocks the surface and sun begins to sink that the shadows begin. One crosses overhead, diving and rising over the waves, and then another. The hunger spikes hot as muscles tense, the assassin begins the swim upward. Water splinters around her sleekness as she speeds upward. The shadows grow close and—

Jaws open as teeth skim over fur, sink deep through skin and muscle, and then she flies. The water clamors below, crowing for her return; the air croons sweet, longing to keep her. But she knows nothing except of blood. She is dimly aware of falling back, crashing into the water’s surface until she sinks back into the well known embrace. The blood turns red and she takes in her meal with ferocity.

Above the water is red, seeping into the horizon, and the sky once more awaits the monster's breach.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

He isn’t a born a he; he is born a she.

A lone red puppy in a sea of monochrome, she opens vibrant green eyes last of her siblings. She is not the runt; she is the chosen.

Grandmother tries to teach her the art of nurture. She gnaws on a boar tusk and dreams of being a hunter.

Father tries to teach her the art of dominance. She stares off over the horizon and longs for adventure.

Mother tries to teach her the art of mates. She howls to the moon and confides to its bright face that she wants none.

Adolescence passes unappreciated; she leaves the pack.

She is almost killed by a rival. She fails to catch a meal and becomes a scavenger. She finds that she has no rage, submits meek to those who challenge her. She realizes under the moon that she is alone.

She goes home.

Siblings welcome her home with yelps of excitement. Grandmother laughs at her misfortunes and licks her fur until it shines. Father smiles indulgently at her ideals and concedes that she is not a leader. Mother…Mother stares and she is filled with shame. (“Mother hates me.” “She loves you.”)

Mother comes in her own time, “Are you ready to learn?”

“I can’t be you.”

Mother smiles, “I chose you to know, not to lead.”

The wolf learns the way of her pack. She becomes a mother. She has puppies of her own. She leads in support, in nurture.

Many years later, she dies.

He is not born a she; he is born a he.

A new life; a new body.

He is still a wolf. He remembers; misses their company.

He decides to find a pack; it is his heritage to honor.