Dead Whispers

Dakota · Deaths Handmaiden

Dead Whispers

Dakota · Deaths Handmaiden

Laughter crisp as a winters morning so full of life played on the wind blended in to the symphony of crickets chirping merrily. Somewhere behind the curtain of trees cat-tail reeds whistled, split or broken by the turn of season adding its own melodic woodwind note of the master piece nature itself had written. Every leaf, blade of grass and twig; Every insect, the spider on her silver wed, every feathered and furred soul to the very earth itself had its own voice to add in the unending act of creation. Often she complained and wished for the ability to draw in the true scent of her lovers skin. Know the fragrance of the beasts in her best friends body, or catch the hint of danger on the air around her. To only be able to draw Harry in close, burry her face against his chest and inhale the storm and lightning on his skin. But this night was not keeping any thing from her. Wintergreen and pine assaulted her senses, soil and moss had there own perfume holding the balance of life and death with in its pungent aroma. Something so thick on the air that the tongue flicking over her lips could taste it, but placing it was out of reach at first. It was distance, so faint it was but a promise of something to come. She was the child watching mother mix a cake with a watering mouth waiting to lick the spoon.....

A moment of waking out of what seemed a dream thoughts played against her mind and heart. Questions that at times made her feel lost for there had been no way to answer them. Was this only the tip of the iceberg compared to the way the pack communed with nature? The world breathed! Never before had she looked at it and truly understood the necessity of every living thing. How insignificant we think one pebble on the ground it, kicking it along the path, cutting down the tree to clear a patch of land to build. Every little alteration we made changed the very sound of the nights song and smell...So much made so little sense in the moment of her conscience state before it was gone again. Whispers brushed the arching bridge of her ear, so real, a warm breathe caressed her flesh and set her hand to raise as if she could touch the person who spoke. There was no one solid there... there was no one the eyes could yet see but their voices and calls where clear as crystal bells ringing in an empty room. "Run... run.... run" the kept repeating. "Run... hunt... run... breath.... follow us!" Better judgement would say turn back, go back to bed, Crawl in to the covers and warm your body against his... Memphis, his arms she could still feel wrapped around her tightly. His fingers a lingering memory stroking along the side of her neck to play with the small hairs at the base of her skull. But she ran... no question or fear... she simply ran!

House shoes got lost, slipping from her feet so she could feel the ground against the soles of her feet. Twigs stabbing in to tender flesh, the sharp pinch soothed by layers of earth, fallen leave and grass. She ran all the time, but this was different. Kota ran not for the pleasure or even for the exercise... No one had ever asked, or even questioned why before... Was a secret only she knew... Kota ran to escape, always running away, trying to leave behind old memories and pains that should never have been her's to bare. Every day she woke, she ran for hours to flee the nightmares, the heart break... so she could face the day with her ever present smile even when she wanted to fall to her knees and cry. For the first time she was running for the joy of it,... and now she wanted to cry. To run... to feel so free, a wild thing neither human nor beast.... trapped in the in between belonging to neither side.... But she was free. She was not witch... or physic, not undead or magical. She was not wolf or any other moon ridden beast.... yet free! Accepted as one of the pack, selected out of all those that touched the wolves lives to be part of their family. So she ran with them....

Shadows of wolves ran beside her, bigger then your average timber wolf... the ghost that kept pace with her every step was black as the night sky with strans of silver bright as Christmas tree tensile streaming along the bush of his tail. Another Gray saddle back on snow white body, Long and lean racing off a head with such graceful speed. Behind, when glancing back it was not wolf, but the out line of a woman, tall and slender. Her face so hard to make out but she was beautiful... with hair the color of the suns glow when it is extinguished by the sea when setting in the distance. More, so many around her all running, chasing, ... hunting! A deer, the image filled her head so crystal clear, he was there ahead frightened with its heart pounding in its chest.. Echo's, leafs turned up, twigs cracked and the thud of a body hitting solid earth. There were growls, snarls and the sudden emptiness of a heart beat... the tightness of a chest that no longer drew breath and all at once the taste on there air was full upon her tastebuds. Blood! Its scent, its taste, its warm was all over her when she came to a stop falling upon her knees in a clearing wide enough to allow many to gather and look in to the heavens. Before her a tree, one standing out above all others. The image of the deer, the wolves, the people were gone and she bowed her head to try and catch her breath....

It was the caw of a crow, its deep rattling not so solid and out of place in this place! Then another its partner echoed and dances with its counter parts till it was a faded memory lost in the woods. Her hair spiraled over the elegance curve of shoulders and brow caressing her face, sticking in the beads of sweat given up from the body in her sprint in to the Salem forest. Violet blue oculars ripped apart the nights shadowing blanket with the help of the moons pale creamy light to see ravens perched with in the branches. She had not smelt, tasted or saw any of those things on her own... There were memories, that did not belong to her... but they were as familiar as the pack. They belonged to the earth, living and dead... dead. Kneeling body chilled at the thought till the very core of her was cold and she was filled with fright... They were all dead, each whispering voice, or touch of ghostly fur and fingers belonged to the dead! The realization brought a scream from her lips, so filled with anger, fear, sorrow and joy all at once to catch it on the wind would send the heart in to rapid beats and call the pulse to rise. More memories of the dead and all at once they all seemed to want her to listen! Take them in and remember them! Keep them alive by remembering. It was almost painful, so many voices screaming, hands groping that where not there.

Panic set in so quick she had moved to fast, caught her ankle in the lengthy cut of her sweat and tripped back down on to the leave covered forest floor pressing her hands to the aching muscle. Still they came, names, collided with names while faces slammed in to her mind burning in to her memory banks like an out of controlled computer virus. "Stop! Please.. stop,! Shut up! Please... SHUUUUUUUT UUUP!"...... All at once it was still and the world held its breath. So silent, even the wind itself stopped moving and detoured away from the clearing in the forest she lay in the middle of cradling a twisted ankle. "How do you expect me to hear you when your all screaming at me!" She was awake, the fog was gone and she could think for herself once more... But it did not stop the fear raging over her emotions. Heart pounded like the deer only moments ago she saw in her head.... None of this made any sense to her... Just another mystery to solve... or was this an evolution in her own abilities! Was she going to be more of a freak then she already was? Walls went up, doors slammed, curtains dropped and mountains crumbled forming impassable bearers between herself and those voices so they could not come screaming back in to her head! She shield like a bitch! trying to calm her heart and fear so she could focus on kneeling those voices and images at bay... It was not fear of them, for they felt as much like past as Ash, Sil, Memphis and all the others did.... It was her own fear, a dread that she would have to face someone else's nightmares and pains of death as she had when she put hands on that girl back in New York! It was a fear of losing control and hurting someone, frightening them so they would leave... It was a fear of losing all she had gained....

She had enough fears already... Fears and Guilt blended with sorrows and jealousy... Was she being greedy in keeping Memphis' heart tied to hers? Would he be happier if there was a wolf he could run along side instead of her? Was it selfish to no want him to find any other then her to share his most intimate moments with or make love to? The pain of not being able to understand fully what her family was, or the way this world seemed to them. Green eyes of envy watching them, knowing there is so much she was missing trapped in her mortal flesh... destined to break, grow old and die. Trapped as a queen of the dead, stuck standing on the edge of all the monster world belonging to no group... Really how many of her kind were there? Animators of course, raising the dead and putting them back in the earth... But a necromancer, standing between the worlds of life and death and not really belonging to either of them.... No Kota belonged somewhere and she chased the very thought of it from her head! She was pack... as much pack as her mortal flesh allowed.... But her heart was all wolf now.... slowly with steady breaths rolling over her lips she started to bring her shields down.... ignoring the pain in her ankle, rubbing her finger tips in to the tendons and slow swelling flesh... She let them back in... the memories of the past, the munin.

Talonlp · Kyle

Kyle was up already, he didn't sleep to much these days. He became aware of someone leaving the pack house. From his perch up in one of the trees he watched Dakota walk out and into the forest. Then the running started, the only thoughts in the wolfs head was what to do about this hole situation. He sighed silently and dropped down from the tree like a specter. His feet started to move and before he knew it he was following along behind the woman.

He was alittle to far behind her but she wasn't to hard to track. She made no effort at hiding were she was going. He got that odd sensation of power, assuming that it was there to feel. It didn't seem to dangerous to him though he would run head first into danger without a second thought. He was slowly gaining on her, taking his time of course. That is till he heard her screaming and decided that he would move faster.

Once she came within his eye sight, he droped down low to the ground and slowly creeped forward. His shields were down, no sense in shielding himself out here. Him and his big wolf slowly creeped foward towards her, they both were very cautious. They had no idea what was really going on and plus he really didn't know who she was yelling at, he doesn't want to get suprised. He stayed silent the hole time he approached her.

Dakota · Deaths Handmaiden

It all started as soft whispers. Brush of warmth on her cheek calming the fears. There was something dark and menacing mixed in to it all. Violent deaths, Those who saw their wolf as a form of power to dominate others with. It was so cold out here. Snowflakes falling from over head starting to soak her hair as it melted. Her ankle was throbbing and already starting to swell. Sprained more then likely and mean she was going to be off her feet for a while. She could not help but think about the agitation it would cause not only for hr but for work and some of the pack who would have to help her a little more. Violet eyes fought to eat away at the shadows so she could see just how bad it was by moonlight alone. Fingertips pressing in to the tender flesh were pulled away fast as the sharp needle of pain rushed up her leg forcing hr to cry out in a low hiss.

Gently she cupped her hand around the narrowest part of her ankle listening to the whispers in the night. Thoughts came to her like memories resurfacing from eons ago. She knew what to do, or more was being told what to do. Pressing down harder and harder. Kota wanted to pull back but something, someone held her firm. The red haired woman she had seen in the woods was there just in the corner of her vision. Her voice was stern in her head telling her to stop fighting. This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her before and she was pretty freaked out. Head turned to look at the woman and though the faint mist of a body she saw Kyle creeping closer to her.

Her jaw tightened down, teeth pinching at the soft tissue in the side of her cheek till blood welled up and seeped out the corner of her lips. It hurt, the searing pain crawled out of her finger tips and burned in to the swelling flesh! It was the kind of feeling that made your stomach flip over and want to wretch till it was empty! Nothing can last forever and soon the pain slipped away and her ankle was not swollen anymore, not throbbing as if she had broke something.

She fell back in to the snow looking at Kyle trying to make sense of it all. The humming of voices was still there. Buzzing around in her head. She was not frightened of them anymore. Each whisper carried another piece of the puzzle and helped her put so much of it together. This is what Ash has meant about feeling of hearing anything in the pack lands.

"It's cold out here... can we go back inside now?"

She sorta whispered to Kyle, all she wanted to do right now was sleep.