Sweet warmth like that of velvet seemed to carry her along and cover her with its presence. Dreams so real and so softy that she could not avoid feeling relaxed and peaceful, if just for these moments. Her body lies curled amongst red satin sheets and a tiny smile almost seems to grace her pale lips. The amulet about her neck glows with its own light, nearly pulsing with the woman�s heart beat. She must be dreaming of something that pleases her, perhaps her fair painter, or other times in her life. By the burning fire lounges a dark wolf, his eyes slowly slip to the woman and after a moment of consideration he stands to pad toward the exit. His own amulet, which matches that of his mistress, swings slightly against the silken fur of his neck. Once outside he lifts his head, gauging the night and the creatures that are alive on the island at this time. The moon in her zenith was full and bright, cool light filtering all about. With a slight bow to her he heads off to explore the island some, and to be free for a moment, this was the only time he could. *** Violet eyes flutter open to look about the dark room she called home. Oh to have stayed right where she was, in her dreams of pleasure. The amulet still glows softly against her breast, and she can feel the inner warmth residing there for a bit longer. Bare feet hit one of the plush red space rugs that are spattered about her home. Frowning a bit her eyes look about, there was something� Quickly she dons her brown boots and a warm azure dress then grabs her cloak and heads to her stairs, willing to grace the upper world with her presence for a bit. *** A bit of a wuffing noise comes through the air as his wings beat leisurely and he circles the island. At the very tip they were an inky black, but as one trailed their eyes up the feathered appendages they would notice there was a beautiful gradation, and once at the place where the wings met the body, they were a pure white. His eyes, the color of burnt summer sun, settle on the top of what he knew to be her home. He was her guardian, sent to keep her from harm that might befall one in her situation. The Gods could be cruel, but they could also rule with some mercy. With grace and ease he angles down and settles atop her cave entrance, unable to be seen amongst the boulders and greenery that grew there. *** Her voice rose in a sound that could rival the singing of angels. She rarely spoke above a whisper, when she spoke at all, so sometimes it even surprised her to hear the melodies slip from her lips. �I lied, I stole in the name of fear, but I won�t be silent here. I don�t want somewhere to run too, I don�t want somebody I can cheat. Lord I want my dignity again. Before I walk on fire you gotta look me in the face. I won�t flinch and I won�t turn away. I�m sorry. I�m sorry for being scared.� In the light of the moon Dusk dances, and the fire light bugs seem to alight her autumn hair. Her violet eyes were so pale this evening, and she could sense no one near. No creatures that would cause her harm, or find her curious. Anything living thing of that nature she would feel within miles. No, tonight it was just she and the moon. The woman begins to dance in the clearing, her voice music that the wind becomes jealous of. *** Black hair teases against his face its layered mass, that at it�s longest brushed his chin, was tousled from his flight. He watches her with the gaze of someone who knows the dancing woman well. Had it been an eternity, or just days that she was in his care. How many times had he seen her do this, on a night when the moon was full? At these times, she seemed like a nymph, a wood sprite trapped in the body of a damned woman. There she was, dancing, her voice raised in a haunting melody, her hair and eyes alight with creatures and her own inner light. The winged one remembers the first time he saw her this way, the shock that coarsed through him. Up to that point he had hated her, loathed that he was in charge of her. But now� She did not know him, while no other living creature save the insects was within miles, she would never know him. A silent observer was all he could ever be. Did he want more? Maybe, and then again, maybe not. Through the night he watches, until she is exhausted and returns to her cave. *** Dusk felt blessed, and it was always so odd to get that feeling. For the woman was so far from that it was almost comical. It was hardly ever that she enjoyed herself, but on nights when she danced and sang alone, she felt the magic of the night flow through her. And she felt watched. Mayhap it was the moon guarding her, praying for her soul to return to the light. Filled with joy and weariness, she strips and falls back into her bed sleeping the rest of the night away. ______________________________________ *Message to the readers* There could have been *no* one who watched the scene that unfolded tonight. Either Dusk or her watcher would have known. However, if anyone on the island was awake at that hour, they might have heard soft singing coming from the woods, or might have seen the figure of a winged man flying aloft in lazy circles about the island. But I do stress the word might. ;) I had to write as I am still waiting for the other thread to continue, *pointed look at Chelle* thought I might give you a little different glimpse of our dark lady. ________________________ PW Secret dreams ride on poets wings... http://members.nbci.com/poetswings/ _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. 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