Post by opossum on Oct 9, 2013 3:57:08 GMT -8
Hmm, don't quite understand, obviously a fight, Only knew about one of those people. The prince man. Saw him on the roof. He was laughing then...well...He's not laughing now. He grumbled, his stomach was aching. Dragon doesn't seem to go down well. The freehold was gone...good thing the full 100% approval of the Opossum enclosure was not fully progressed, or even started. Or else he'd be in utter turmoil over the many individual opossum-ladies he was planning to go out and find for the future.
There it is...home sweet nest. Pyral walked up into the house, greeting the centaur upon passing. The tv's were off, failed ideas. Oh boy, how they go far. Up until just a week ago, there was chuck-norris just playing over and over to summon a powerful Chimera had kind of gone bunk. He was the only one perpetuating it, and that man with his God-like beard never showed. Up the stairs, to his room. Open door, slam door shut. Crawl into the corner of soft things, the nice comfy nest.
His stomach groaned and he curled into a ball, piling things on top of him before drifting off into gloriously needed slumber. Into the dreams he slips, visions of odd and strange things. Odd, strange fever dreams. Rolling in his sleep, Pyral's mind wanders and drowns in it's own confused state. Images of piles of Marsupial shifters, blood bathed around him. Peering down at his hands, smeared with red-iron borne stains. Stepping through the corpses, the scenery shifts, a table, the freehold, the rooms upside down, the furniture wobbling as if viewed through heat-lines. Individuals and friends frozen like statues in strange diaramic scenes. Things continue for a time. Before it all goes dark.
Eyes. Dark, glowing eyes, brilliant and fearsome in their pure and powerful visage. A maw of white pearly teeth. Slowly running forwards. He runs, he flees from it. The maw grows larger and closer, till it closes around him, and his vision goes black.
Africa...It's beautiful. A great creature. Proud, powerful, playfull. A God to many. Time was great and people were plenty. Shape-shifting over and over, form to form. Teaching, playing, living amongst them. Time...time always passes. A great amount of it infact and the people were changing...Moving on. The creature follows, eager for the new. Eager for the great. Interesting homes, interesting people, new cultures. Watching them develop and grow. The lessons follow, the world just ripe with things for the people to grow from. More animals. More shapes. So intricate, so much planning. Can't keep the same forms, sifting between the new and the old, until only the new is plausible within the new area. North, then east. Settled, comfortable, plenty to do, see, and enjoy. Time comes once again, like a blanket across the world. Lots of the people were leaving though, Moving.
More unexplored territory. More things, more animals, new people. More people! Couldn't not follow, had to! Of course! The land bridge, up, across, through. Snow. Reveling in the new! NEW! Everything's new. New people, new shapes, new colors, new territory. Beautiful lands! Exploring, south. Onwards, through time. Onwards and onwards. Another bridge, Down through deserts, the lands, the jungles. A smaller bridge. People came, people settled. It's like Africa! Only better. Yes. Things couldn't be better. Exploring, new creatures...new land. Lovely world, grand place. More teaching, more people. Contentment follows.
Wrong. Wrong, Wrong, Wrong WRong, WRONg, WRONG! Something's wrong...every day...every week. Things are harder. Can't shift, can't change as much. Things are tiring, hard. The world is changing. Not the same way, bad. People...people see me less. People feel and listen less. People...beleive...less. Difficult. Very. A sad time that comes when no one wants it. How could this happen. Left with a difficult choice...Searching. Need something versatile...strong....beautiful. Weak. So weak. Vision blurred, eyes darting, quickened. Stopped. There. There it is. THERE IT IS. SO happy...you will carry it. Carry it for a long time. Never end the exploration. Never end the beauty, carry on the lessons and everything that follows. Teach, and be taught....
The last thing Pyral sees within the dream, is the brilliant vision an Opossum. Staring back frightened, and ready to defend, flee, or panic. The breath of energy washing across it before the vision completely dissipates.
The dreams continue, all week. Wracked with waking sleep, tired. Aching, sore. Like a workout that keeps going. The mornings are wrought with groans, trips downstairs. Eating food to keep going, saying hello to the heavily breasted centaur again, waving to Corvi now and then...and back to the room. " That dragons not sitting well I think...." he lets out to himself in the privacy of his nest-room.