[LOG] Wet Dream
Maddock dreams of darkness and failure then a cute wolf girl shows up!
Maddock swims into dark waters. As he does so, large shapes begin to close in on him. He reaches for a knife that isn't there and then looks frightened. He tries to swim faster and manages to outrun two of the shapes but the biggest, darkest one floats up right in front of him. He tries to shout it out of the way but his voice won't come.
Fingers pluck at threads in the dreaming, as if Rae was looking for one in particular. The woman pauses, a finger wound around the one that leads to Maddock's dream. Sensing the panic, perhaps, or just idle curiosity. With a shrug, she begins to dive in. Quiet, and not interrupting.
The dark shape grows and begins to fill the surrounding waters. It isn't clear whether the shape is actually growing or if it and Maddock are getting closer to each other. Eventually, Maddock is completely surrounded by the darkness. A voice comes from all directions. It whispers, "You dive too deep..."
Maddock finds his voice again and says, "I have no choice."
The whisper responds, "There is always a choice...*death* is a choice."
Rae doesn't need to breathe, here, in the waters of the dreaming. Shadows wrap around her as she swims, moving about her like a flowing gown of darkness. Still listening, watching. "Death," she whispers, her voice flowing through the water like oil, "Is a lousy choice."
Maddock spins around in the water looking more like shark than man. He casts about for the source of this new voice. Something deep within his subconscious is triggered. He has had this dream before. This is not how it is supposed to go.
Despite the iminent doom of the dream, Rae looks rather chipper. She treads water, the edge of red, flecks of amber, glowing within her eyes. For a moment, the shadows around her take the form of a great wolf, then return to their garment state. She makes a gesture that seems to imply 'Go on, get back to your dream. Nothing to see here'.
The darkness whispers again, "What will it be, little one? I have taken your father but he is only the latest."
Maddock takes another turn in the water and then plunges further into the depths. He does not seem to care whether he goes up or down. He only seeks movement.
Rae hums a bit, the sound muffled now. She stays near enough to watch, but not to intefere at the moment. The ribbons in her hair dance in the current, and she looks to a school of bright colored fish of her own imagining. "Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water," she sing songs to herself.
Maddock plunges deeper and deeper as if trying to outrun the whispers. They follow him, taunting and cajoling. "Every step you take..." one of them says. "Puts you closer to your father."
Maddock grits his teeth, "He went down fighting!"
"So will you..." whispers the darkness.
Rae follows along, moving through the dream-waters, trailing odd-colored fish that would but the brightness of any one in the physical world to shame. "Perhaps we should help him out," she says to one of the fish, who responds by going 'glubglubglub'.
Maddock shouts "So be it!" His voice carries further than the cloying waters should allow. Defiance informs every level of his being and he swims forward like a man-shaped harpoon towards what he hopes is the heart of this great beast of darkness. Any outside observer can see that this is a futile effort.
"He's brave, I'll give him that," Rae muses to the same fish. "Though bravery is not the only weapon one needs in matters like this." She looks to Maddock with consideration, lips pursed.
Maddock swims like a man with no other options. Or at least like a man who cannot /see/ any other options. He thrusts his arms forward as if he were holding a great spear. A section of darkness that redefines the term hovers before him and he plunges into it despite the fear he feels. Then he notices the first cut. The taste of blood fills the water as he is cut again and again. Each one is tiny, like that made by a fin, but they will soon add up.
Rae sighs to the fish. "I hate having to interrupt," she bemoans, then dives deeper into the water, fish following. The taste of blood brings a feral light to her eyes, and as she swims she shifts the darkness around her into something brighter, shining. Trying to decrease the darkness that devours Maddock. But, like so many things, he has to be willing to accept the help.
Maddock lashes out at the cutting things despite his inability to see them. His eyes are wide with the need to pierce the darkness as well as out of fear. For a man incapable of drowning, he certainly looks to be in over his head. The brightness grabs his attention immediately and he looks at it with an annoyed expression as if it were a distraction. He goes on battling the unseen foes. Unseen to him, anyway.
Rae is nothing, if not helpful. And distracting. One of the little fish swim towards Maddock, bright and yellow and promptly sliced up. "Hmph," is said by a scowling Rae. She swims in closer, the brightness dimming slightly.
Maddock's fingernails have become claws. He notices the colors and looks confused. Something about the change in scenery gives him pause but the pause earns him a few more cuts. One of them is across his ribs and it is deep. The brightness illuminates the blood around Maddock as it moves closer. The Rebman finally evaluates the bright spot anew as if trying to figure out if it is friend, foe, or some other option.
Rae, and her brightness, have their attention on Maddock. Its an attention that doesn't involve slicing him up, but it does involve a smile. "The key to winning battles here is believing that you can," she says, softly. Her eyes turn to Maddock's enemy, narrowing. "You're not real," she says to it. "I thought you were part of it, but you're not."
Maddock spends a few precious moments floating there and pondering the brightness's words. "Here," he repeats as if he had never contemplated exactly where 'here' was. He looks as if he is trying to literally change his mind. "Not working," he grunts as a gash appears on his thigh.
"You're not trying hard enough," Rae sing-songs, her gaze returning to Maddock. "And yes, here. You're dreaming, silly."
Maddock mutters, "Damn it." Then he closes his eyes for a moment. Nothing obvious happens while his eyes are closed but he suffers no more cuts. He opens his eyes and looks at his hands. "Well, that's something, I guess. Don't suppose you could find me a spear."
Rae looks amused, a curl to her lips. She whispers to the fish around her, and they start to form a line. It's like some trippy, drug-given illusion as they twist and turn, shimmer, and become a spear of impressively bright coloring. Rae takes it, and tosses it towards Maddock.
Maddock catches it smoothly and says, "Thanks." He looks at the spear and grins but it is the sort of grin that is the last sight of a shark victim. He swims downward like a bullet into the darkness and this time his aim is true. A measure of dream time passes and then everything brightens. The darkness is gone and Maddock swims toward Rae with the spear in one hand and a bowling-ball sized heart trailing inky, black blood in the other.
Rae watches the slaying of the darkness, floating in place in the water. She looks somewhat impressed when Maddock approaches, and she regards him slowly. "I don't think any of those cuts will transfer over," she says, looking to his wounds.
Maddock looks at Rae as if for the first time. "Am I supposed to wake up, now?"
Rae giggles, a very girlish sound. "You can wake up any time you'd like," she assures. She reaches behind herself, and pulls a golden string out of no where.
Maddock watches Rae's actions with wary curiosity. "You're from outside, aren't you?"
Rae grins, wide and bright. Her canines are just a touch longer than the Amberite norm. "You could say that, yes. I'm not something of your mind's creating, at least."
Maddock smiles for the first time since this dream started. "Not this time," he says.
Rae giggles again. "Now that sounds like a threat or a promise," she muses, cheerfully. "Do be sure to dress me in something interesting, hmm?" She winks, a thing that seems more playful than seductive.
Maddock nods, "You've got a deal. Least I can do for the help." He looks for the spear and sees that it is gone. The heart still rests in his other hand, though.
"Glad to be of assistance," Rae offers. A hand reaches out, and she gives a bit of his hair a tug. "Remember my advice next time. It pertains up there, too, in its own way," she says, pointing up to the surface. "Looks like you're waking up."
The heart dissolves into a black mass of tendrils and the surrounding waters grow even brighter. "Guess so," he says. His next words are lost as he fades from sight.
Rae watches as he fades away, then smiles. The golden strand is wrapped around a finger and she tugs it, fading away herself.
Maddock swims into dark waters. As he does so, large shapes begin to close in on him. He reaches for a knife that isn't there and then looks frightened. He tries to swim faster and manages to outrun two of the shapes but the biggest, darkest one floats up right in front of him. He tries to shout it out of the way but his voice won't come.
Fingers pluck at threads in the dreaming, as if Rae was looking for one in particular. The woman pauses, a finger wound around the one that leads to Maddock's dream. Sensing the panic, perhaps, or just idle curiosity. With a shrug, she begins to dive in. Quiet, and not interrupting.
The dark shape grows and begins to fill the surrounding waters. It isn't clear whether the shape is actually growing or if it and Maddock are getting closer to each other. Eventually, Maddock is completely surrounded by the darkness. A voice comes from all directions. It whispers, "You dive too deep..."
Maddock finds his voice again and says, "I have no choice."
The whisper responds, "There is always a choice...*death* is a choice."
Rae doesn't need to breathe, here, in the waters of the dreaming. Shadows wrap around her as she swims, moving about her like a flowing gown of darkness. Still listening, watching. "Death," she whispers, her voice flowing through the water like oil, "Is a lousy choice."
Maddock spins around in the water looking more like shark than man. He casts about for the source of this new voice. Something deep within his subconscious is triggered. He has had this dream before. This is not how it is supposed to go.
Despite the iminent doom of the dream, Rae looks rather chipper. She treads water, the edge of red, flecks of amber, glowing within her eyes. For a moment, the shadows around her take the form of a great wolf, then return to their garment state. She makes a gesture that seems to imply 'Go on, get back to your dream. Nothing to see here'.
The darkness whispers again, "What will it be, little one? I have taken your father but he is only the latest."
Maddock takes another turn in the water and then plunges further into the depths. He does not seem to care whether he goes up or down. He only seeks movement.
Rae hums a bit, the sound muffled now. She stays near enough to watch, but not to intefere at the moment. The ribbons in her hair dance in the current, and she looks to a school of bright colored fish of her own imagining. "Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water," she sing songs to herself.
Maddock plunges deeper and deeper as if trying to outrun the whispers. They follow him, taunting and cajoling. "Every step you take..." one of them says. "Puts you closer to your father."
Maddock grits his teeth, "He went down fighting!"
"So will you..." whispers the darkness.
Rae follows along, moving through the dream-waters, trailing odd-colored fish that would but the brightness of any one in the physical world to shame. "Perhaps we should help him out," she says to one of the fish, who responds by going 'glubglubglub'.
Maddock shouts "So be it!" His voice carries further than the cloying waters should allow. Defiance informs every level of his being and he swims forward like a man-shaped harpoon towards what he hopes is the heart of this great beast of darkness. Any outside observer can see that this is a futile effort.
"He's brave, I'll give him that," Rae muses to the same fish. "Though bravery is not the only weapon one needs in matters like this." She looks to Maddock with consideration, lips pursed.
Maddock swims like a man with no other options. Or at least like a man who cannot /see/ any other options. He thrusts his arms forward as if he were holding a great spear. A section of darkness that redefines the term hovers before him and he plunges into it despite the fear he feels. Then he notices the first cut. The taste of blood fills the water as he is cut again and again. Each one is tiny, like that made by a fin, but they will soon add up.
Rae sighs to the fish. "I hate having to interrupt," she bemoans, then dives deeper into the water, fish following. The taste of blood brings a feral light to her eyes, and as she swims she shifts the darkness around her into something brighter, shining. Trying to decrease the darkness that devours Maddock. But, like so many things, he has to be willing to accept the help.
Maddock lashes out at the cutting things despite his inability to see them. His eyes are wide with the need to pierce the darkness as well as out of fear. For a man incapable of drowning, he certainly looks to be in over his head. The brightness grabs his attention immediately and he looks at it with an annoyed expression as if it were a distraction. He goes on battling the unseen foes. Unseen to him, anyway.
Rae is nothing, if not helpful. And distracting. One of the little fish swim towards Maddock, bright and yellow and promptly sliced up. "Hmph," is said by a scowling Rae. She swims in closer, the brightness dimming slightly.
Maddock's fingernails have become claws. He notices the colors and looks confused. Something about the change in scenery gives him pause but the pause earns him a few more cuts. One of them is across his ribs and it is deep. The brightness illuminates the blood around Maddock as it moves closer. The Rebman finally evaluates the bright spot anew as if trying to figure out if it is friend, foe, or some other option.
Rae, and her brightness, have their attention on Maddock. Its an attention that doesn't involve slicing him up, but it does involve a smile. "The key to winning battles here is believing that you can," she says, softly. Her eyes turn to Maddock's enemy, narrowing. "You're not real," she says to it. "I thought you were part of it, but you're not."
Maddock spends a few precious moments floating there and pondering the brightness's words. "Here," he repeats as if he had never contemplated exactly where 'here' was. He looks as if he is trying to literally change his mind. "Not working," he grunts as a gash appears on his thigh.
"You're not trying hard enough," Rae sing-songs, her gaze returning to Maddock. "And yes, here. You're dreaming, silly."
Maddock mutters, "Damn it." Then he closes his eyes for a moment. Nothing obvious happens while his eyes are closed but he suffers no more cuts. He opens his eyes and looks at his hands. "Well, that's something, I guess. Don't suppose you could find me a spear."
Rae looks amused, a curl to her lips. She whispers to the fish around her, and they start to form a line. It's like some trippy, drug-given illusion as they twist and turn, shimmer, and become a spear of impressively bright coloring. Rae takes it, and tosses it towards Maddock.
Maddock catches it smoothly and says, "Thanks." He looks at the spear and grins but it is the sort of grin that is the last sight of a shark victim. He swims downward like a bullet into the darkness and this time his aim is true. A measure of dream time passes and then everything brightens. The darkness is gone and Maddock swims toward Rae with the spear in one hand and a bowling-ball sized heart trailing inky, black blood in the other.
Rae watches the slaying of the darkness, floating in place in the water. She looks somewhat impressed when Maddock approaches, and she regards him slowly. "I don't think any of those cuts will transfer over," she says, looking to his wounds.
Maddock looks at Rae as if for the first time. "Am I supposed to wake up, now?"
Rae giggles, a very girlish sound. "You can wake up any time you'd like," she assures. She reaches behind herself, and pulls a golden string out of no where.
Maddock watches Rae's actions with wary curiosity. "You're from outside, aren't you?"
Rae grins, wide and bright. Her canines are just a touch longer than the Amberite norm. "You could say that, yes. I'm not something of your mind's creating, at least."
Maddock smiles for the first time since this dream started. "Not this time," he says.
Rae giggles again. "Now that sounds like a threat or a promise," she muses, cheerfully. "Do be sure to dress me in something interesting, hmm?" She winks, a thing that seems more playful than seductive.
Maddock nods, "You've got a deal. Least I can do for the help." He looks for the spear and sees that it is gone. The heart still rests in his other hand, though.
"Glad to be of assistance," Rae offers. A hand reaches out, and she gives a bit of his hair a tug. "Remember my advice next time. It pertains up there, too, in its own way," she says, pointing up to the surface. "Looks like you're waking up."
The heart dissolves into a black mass of tendrils and the surrounding waters grow even brighter. "Guess so," he says. His next words are lost as he fades from sight.
Rae watches as he fades away, then smiles. The golden strand is wrapped around a finger and she tugs it, fading away herself.