Post by Gaia on Sept 25, 2014 14:52:16 GMT -5
Music for this Blog - Santana & Everlast - Lights On.
The rushing shadow was what met her dreams, writhing, her body pale in the dimmed moonlight, only managing to penetrate the canvas of the tent surrounding her. Breathing a slow sound of discomfort her hand laid by her face against the pillow her long dark curls draped over in her resting.
Aime already awake slowly pulled her blanket up to cover half her cheek, young eyes filled with worry as they watched Jade in her trouble sleep. The sounds the Fenrir made, making the little girl scared. Arne not in the tent for her to run and be held. His strong arms provided a much needed fortress when times seered with terror for the girl. Aime gasped, her head diving fully hidden as she watched Jade's lips contort, strangely Aime saw fangs..
Jade was rocked by the gasp, sitting up in a flash of motion, she bared her teeth, hand stretched back as if to strike something right before her. Jade could only blink as her pulse started to slow, nothing there.. nothing there but a pain burning in her lip, burning in her fingertips. Jade swallowed heavily before her hand reached to her lips, her brow furrowing, only deeper still when she saw the blood brushed over her hand... her hand.. Brow furrowing turning into widened eyes, each finger now adorned with a long black talon... claw.. fangs had sliced into her lips from her snarl.
Jumping up from her bed she dashed to the smaller pod they used to wash and dress.. blood dripping over the white vest top that fit to her flesh, covering a chest now rising and falling faster. She moved into the pod of the tent, followed by the terrified eyes of the little girl.
Jade could only watch the mirror in horror as her once blue and pale eyes caught alight with colour. Brightest flames of hues dancing over her iris. Her eyes glowing as she watches her fangs elongate, her claws do so also.. whispering in shock to her totem, her tribes patron and love.. the Great Northern Wolf.
"Arne.." her throat caught so she could not cry out.. tears ran bloodied from eyes that felt like they were turning to charcoal. She managed a choke of motion but soon her spine had curled.. and she was down on her fours.. hands spread over the floor as she watched blood run from her lips, her skin darkening.
"Gaia... Gaia... be... mer...." she had no time to finish, her voice trailing and somewhere she heard the pained whine of a wounded wolf. wait..
Bones and tendons snapped and reformed as fur grew from her flesh, Aime peered around the door at precisely the wrong moment, the terrible way such young things do. The little girl met with the momentary snarl from a dark looking wolf within. Jade knew she'd snapped and told the girl to go back to bed, but she could only feel worry as the girl screamed and ran off into the tent. Jade blinked.. before she looked down. Paws.. fur.. the whine came again, the wounded and scared sound of one who had near forgotten such emotion. Had she shifted? Is this what happened?
Jade went to move, but when her four paws came to motion it scared her further, she backed up into a corner of the small pod.. shaking her head and eyes glowing wide. What the hell was happening to her.. Gaia..
The sound of someone entering the tent made her body lower to the ground, she nosed under some of the laundry still needing attentive hands and attempted to cover herself.. hiding her body, trying to muffle her whines and cries. She didn't cry for the pain, though every muscle now ached, she whined for the reasoning, she whined for the way he'd look at her.
She woke with a start, laid in the clothing of the small washing pod in the tent. Near jumping up she run her hands over her arms... looking over her once again pale and homid flesh. A dream.. Thanks be to the Fenris Wolf.. Her pulse had raced but now she tried to reassure it.. A dream, be grateful Jade.. she told herself.. just merely a dream oh so vivid...
