04-02-2023, 12:58 AM
He dreamed, long and deep.
He dreamed of snow-covered peaks, so many spiring so high that he couldn't count them from here. Of the endless white tundra spanning all the way to the seaside. Of a varied old forest, dense and thickening as he went further into its heart. There, he caught a fleeting glimpse of an elk moving between the trees, gone as suddenly as it had appeared.
This offered a particular focus, and he grabbed on fast. He sensed there were others coming to join him, but could not name their faces--not in the cover of the trees, and the darkening night. They moved as one formation. They were all of the same ilk, pointed towards the same goal, and he was inspired, wanting the same.
He could smell looming rainclouds, he thought, despite his determination to focus on this new peculiar hunt. Later, this would prove true when a small sprinkle turned to a shower, and rumbling cracks of thunder drove home the point. Springtime heralded in full, driving forward on a purpose, and he was invigorated despite the lack of immediate quarry trail. The company of hunters sped up with hopes to remedy this, fanning out as miles went by.
A shadow swept by him too close for comfort, and he did not balk like before. He chased after this lead, intent to join in because he understood better now. He could almost keep pace, and lightning splintered across the night.
But before he could hear the answering thunder, he blinked and it all only felt like open air. With nothing beneath his paws, he was soon falling back, helplessly watching the stars glimmer far overhead as wind whipped his furs.
Someone was calling to him, but he could not make out their voice. Neither could he answer.
Then, he awoke... cold, and alone. Disoriented, and dreadfully hungry. He was tucked away in a groove high in the elevation of Tsukiishi, probably too generous call it a cave but a shelter from the elements all the same. He frowned, then grimaced outright. With some effort, he got himself up and out to further realize his eerily familiar circumstances.
Thankfully the samurai still recognized the places around him as he stretched out and readjusted. The cold mountain air, distinct hints of pine, and the fresh cherry blossom blooms especially -- it had to be Tsukiishi, at least. It looked and smelled like the place. So that was a start. A very welcome one, but the questions would not end there.
This world did not have his trust yet. Like he might still be sleepwalking, he proceeded slowly down the mountain and carefully drank in what he hoped was a quiet morning. He needed to regroup, starting with himself. Antares trusted he would find others, and a meal, soon.
He dreamed of snow-covered peaks, so many spiring so high that he couldn't count them from here. Of the endless white tundra spanning all the way to the seaside. Of a varied old forest, dense and thickening as he went further into its heart. There, he caught a fleeting glimpse of an elk moving between the trees, gone as suddenly as it had appeared.
This offered a particular focus, and he grabbed on fast. He sensed there were others coming to join him, but could not name their faces--not in the cover of the trees, and the darkening night. They moved as one formation. They were all of the same ilk, pointed towards the same goal, and he was inspired, wanting the same.
He could smell looming rainclouds, he thought, despite his determination to focus on this new peculiar hunt. Later, this would prove true when a small sprinkle turned to a shower, and rumbling cracks of thunder drove home the point. Springtime heralded in full, driving forward on a purpose, and he was invigorated despite the lack of immediate quarry trail. The company of hunters sped up with hopes to remedy this, fanning out as miles went by.
A shadow swept by him too close for comfort, and he did not balk like before. He chased after this lead, intent to join in because he understood better now. He could almost keep pace, and lightning splintered across the night.
But before he could hear the answering thunder, he blinked and it all only felt like open air. With nothing beneath his paws, he was soon falling back, helplessly watching the stars glimmer far overhead as wind whipped his furs.
Someone was calling to him, but he could not make out their voice. Neither could he answer.
Then, he awoke... cold, and alone. Disoriented, and dreadfully hungry. He was tucked away in a groove high in the elevation of Tsukiishi, probably too generous call it a cave but a shelter from the elements all the same. He frowned, then grimaced outright. With some effort, he got himself up and out to further realize his eerily familiar circumstances.
Thankfully the samurai still recognized the places around him as he stretched out and readjusted. The cold mountain air, distinct hints of pine, and the fresh cherry blossom blooms especially -- it had to be Tsukiishi, at least. It looked and smelled like the place. So that was a start. A very welcome one, but the questions would not end there.
This world did not have his trust yet. Like he might still be sleepwalking, he proceeded slowly down the mountain and carefully drank in what he hoped was a quiet morning. He needed to regroup, starting with himself. Antares trusted he would find others, and a meal, soon.
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