Post by Aaricia on Apr 25, 2015 14:30:08 GMT -5
It had happened months ago. The first time. It had come from no where, literally it had come to her straight out of thin air. She had not been prepared. It had been like someone ran straight into her at full speed. It had been shocking, terrifying even. But she had seen them. They were real. She had never believed in them as much as Goliath did, especially as she had gotten older. She had believed in them to some extent but had always doubted their actual existence in the back of her mind. But all of that doubt had gone away in one simple moment. It had seemed like an eternity, being in their presence. But in actuality it had only been a few moments.
It was all still very confusing. Why her? Why now? What did they want? Aaricia hadn't told a soul about the experiences she had been having. Over the last several months, there had been twenty or more. She had lost count. They were all out of her control, they came and went as they pleased. Fenrir had shown himself to her. He had been massive, even for a god. He was terrifying looking. A massive wolf with havoc in his eyes. He had told her that good fortune would be on her home. That had been before the explosion of pregnancies and healthy puppies. Since this first vision, Aaricia had retracted herself more and more from the rest of the pack. Spending more time alone, away from the growing numbers. She needed to be alone. She hadn't remembered the last time she had actually spoken more than a couple of words to any one individual. Had she even gone to see her nieces and nephews after their births? No, she had been out here trying to sort out everything that was happening. She didn't have anyone that could help her. It was all so overwhelming and she didn't know what to do or who to tell, if anyone at all. Should she keep it to herself? Maybe Goliath would understand. Or maybe not. Fenrir wasn't exactly clear in his messages to her, if there were any at all. Sometimes he would just stand and look at her before disappearing again without saying a word.
Dreams were more common than visions, anyway. She remembered one dream she had had where she had woken from the dead. She started walking and saw many shaman standing in lines. Wolves all around her started running for their lives. Fire had killed everyone at her back and front, when it was clear that she was going to die, she had knelt down on the ground and began to say "Fenrir, forgive my sins - I have sinned against you." That had been repeated several times. She had been begging for her life. The begging had been so serious because she was going to die. But instead of dying, she had woken up from her dream. She still wasn't sure of the purpose of this dream or it's meaning but it was real. Fenrir was real. His power was real.
Aaricia's paws landed lightly on the hilly ground below her. She was on a path that she often took, getting away from distractions. Out here there was practically nothing. No trees, other wolves were a scarcity. It was peaceful out here and the perfect place for her to be alone. Sometimes visions would come when she was out here and her mind was clear. Since losing touch with many of the other members of Kairos, Fenrir had become one of her closest companions.
She hadn't been paying much attention to the world around her. This route was one that she took almost daily and the need for attention was practically zero. It was like her feet knew where to go without her brain even telling them. Perhaps there were others around, perhaps not.
It was all still very confusing. Why her? Why now? What did they want? Aaricia hadn't told a soul about the experiences she had been having. Over the last several months, there had been twenty or more. She had lost count. They were all out of her control, they came and went as they pleased. Fenrir had shown himself to her. He had been massive, even for a god. He was terrifying looking. A massive wolf with havoc in his eyes. He had told her that good fortune would be on her home. That had been before the explosion of pregnancies and healthy puppies. Since this first vision, Aaricia had retracted herself more and more from the rest of the pack. Spending more time alone, away from the growing numbers. She needed to be alone. She hadn't remembered the last time she had actually spoken more than a couple of words to any one individual. Had she even gone to see her nieces and nephews after their births? No, she had been out here trying to sort out everything that was happening. She didn't have anyone that could help her. It was all so overwhelming and she didn't know what to do or who to tell, if anyone at all. Should she keep it to herself? Maybe Goliath would understand. Or maybe not. Fenrir wasn't exactly clear in his messages to her, if there were any at all. Sometimes he would just stand and look at her before disappearing again without saying a word.
Dreams were more common than visions, anyway. She remembered one dream she had had where she had woken from the dead. She started walking and saw many shaman standing in lines. Wolves all around her started running for their lives. Fire had killed everyone at her back and front, when it was clear that she was going to die, she had knelt down on the ground and began to say "Fenrir, forgive my sins - I have sinned against you." That had been repeated several times. She had been begging for her life. The begging had been so serious because she was going to die. But instead of dying, she had woken up from her dream. She still wasn't sure of the purpose of this dream or it's meaning but it was real. Fenrir was real. His power was real.
Aaricia's paws landed lightly on the hilly ground below her. She was on a path that she often took, getting away from distractions. Out here there was practically nothing. No trees, other wolves were a scarcity. It was peaceful out here and the perfect place for her to be alone. Sometimes visions would come when she was out here and her mind was clear. Since losing touch with many of the other members of Kairos, Fenrir had become one of her closest companions.
She hadn't been paying much attention to the world around her. This route was one that she took almost daily and the need for attention was practically zero. It was like her feet knew where to go without her brain even telling them. Perhaps there were others around, perhaps not.
