Logs:Nightmare(s)
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| RL Date: 25 October, 2015 |
| Who: Ellerey, Virisceth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The first night of Impression is the start of a waking nightmare, of sorts. |
| Where: HRW: Weyrling Barracks |
| When: Day 4, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowing heavily, cold. |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Primal dragon is primal. If anyone has concerns, feel free to approach me/Ellerey. |
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| Ellerey dared to lean up against her now-sleeping, post-meal lifemate, Virisceth curled into a ball and soundly asleep, with her long tail curled possessively about the woman's calf. It would be any story teller's or artist's dream scene: a newly-Impressed pair drooping tiredly together. But it was nothing like the stories she'd heard, even the ones from dragonriders themselves. Oh, to be sure, there was the instant of seamless -melding- between Ellerey and Virisceth - a fusion at soul level that neither could deny - but there was no moment of astonishing joy, nor even reticent acceptance for the human part of the pairing. Even six hours after they'd departed the Sands (Elle supported by two Healers, the dark little green strangely leading the way), most of what Ellerey felt - outside of protective numbness - was deep and abiding wariness, anger and regret... and - at times - outright -fear-. She had ample reason to feel this way...but only she really understood why, at least for now. Virisceth was a living nightmare in enough ways, and Ellerey the only one, at this point, whom the dragonet held any sort of respect for, paid much heed to. When the sinister little beast had visualized, empathically projected a primal wish to taste the pointing, blonde assistant Weyrlingmaster's finger as she chewed through it, Elle had finally lurched into full action, clamping down on her lifemate's mind with an intensity bourne of desperation, shock and fear...and Virisceth had instantly obeyed. Would the greenling have gone through with her gut urge? Elle was momentarily relieved to not have to find out. And, three times since her first meal, first sleep, the green had awoken not only ravenous, but willing to find her -own- food...the exhausted Ellerey awakening just barely in time, in the first instance, to clamp a mental restraint on her lifemate before the dragonet could challenge (or worse) any of the others from Niahvth's elder clutch, when two of them stood between her and the mounds of meat -their- riders had chopped up for -them-. Almost every waking moment, Ellerey had to keep Virisceth focused not only on eating properly (she tended to bolt her food down, or tear into it and make a bloody mess), but focused on the woman, herself, or the baby green would stray both mentally and physically, inspecting her siblings for Faranth only knew what, or the weyrling complex. The second time the dragonet had slithered off from an upright, but dozing Elle, she and staff had had to look around for her, finally finding the dark 'little' thing standing just outside the cave entrance...looking up at the falling snow. If Elle hadn't have controlled her growing sense of agitation - thinking that Virisceth had lured one of Niahvth's offspring somewhere, or that the green had secreted herself away somewhere dark - she might've triggered something 'unpleasant' in her lifemate. The only saving grace was Virisceth's apparent loyalty, quick obedience, and her outright joy in her chosen one. To her, Ellerey was not only warmth and direction, but 'queen' and 'mother,' as well... much more so than Roszadyth (or even Niahvth) could ever be. And so, out of respect for her human partner's formidable will, and for the simple pleasure it brought the green to simply -be- with Elle in any fashion, Virisceth heeded her partner. For now. What would the little menace attempt 'next' time? Elle was too exhausted to consider even a quarter of all the implications. Her mind cycled around all the 'whys' in a blurred whirl, anyhow. Did she somehow Impress this monster because she was somehow 'tainted,' or 'bad' in some way? Was there something terribly -wrong- with either or both of them? And, why-oh-WHY had Virisceth chosen -her- in the first place? Couldn't the hatchling -feel- Elle's fear, her lack of even hesitant acceptance, her shock and regret? That lack of knowing just couldn't be. They were -bonded-, and the woman knew she couldn't hide much of anything, -especially- her feelings, from the green. The dragonet either accepted her chosen's dark emotions, or simply refused to even notice them. Either way, the little monster was -her- little monster, from now unto death. As the bone-tired ex-trader finally allowed herself to sag down into instant slumber beside her 'baby,' one of Virisceth's claws twitched from within its pad, hooking itself into the fabric of her shirt, and slicing very shallowly through both fabric and skin. It was only a scratch, one of a growing number of gouges, cuts, scrapes, and punctures she was accruing in the tending of her dragon. She just had to keep any *others* from accruing them...had to restrain her predatory, seemingly conscious-less lifemate, somehow. Just before her brain shut down near totally, Ellerey felt her fingers press to the pocketed charm that Z'kiel had given her. She hoped she wasn't as alone as she truly felt. |
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Jocelyn (08:27, 25 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
I shivered. This was really well-written!
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