Title: A Herald's Wings
Chapter 9: Dreamwalker
Author: Dreamwind
HoshiAsa looked around the small room. There was a window on one wall that looked out into the pouring rain. Up against another wall was a large bed. The blankets were brown and faded with many years of being washed. A small table was next to the bed. A half melted candle sitting on it along with some strikers. Setting her bag down on the bed, HoshiAsa pulled out some incense and set it on the table. Next came a small black plate with a black ink block. Small sheets of white paper were placed next to the ink plate. Turning away from the table HoshiAsa untied her hair. Long black waves cascaded down her back. She ran her hands through her hair, untangling the strands. Her hands moved down to her shirt and began to unbutton the clasps, removing her garments. Carefully she folded the silk and laid it out on her bed. HoshiAsa walked over to the small tub the girl had brought to her room and filled with bathing water. Dipping her fingers in the water HoshiAsa found the water tepid. Shaking her head she forced herself to realize that these barbarians probably couldn't do any better.
HoshiAsa shivered as the water touched more of her skin. Still she crawled fully into the tub, until the water rested at the crest of her bosom. For the next twenty minutes she scrubbed her flesh clean of the filth picked up on the road and in the barroom below. For this to work she had to be pure of body and that meant all the filth must be removed. Rising from the water, HoshiAsa dried herself off. She made her way back to the bed. Sitting on it she pulled the pieces of paper and ink to her side and began. The block made a soft sound as it rubbed against the plate. She lifted her free hand and let the last of the bath water drip onto the plate, causing the ink block to soften and produce a rich black ink. Carefully she dipped a small bamboo brush in the ink. Bringing the brush over the paper, HoshiAsa's hands moved swiftly, carefully writing out the spell. When the ink had dried HoshiAsa lifted the newly made ofuda and placed it one her forehead right above her top chakra.
* * * Alexian sighed and rolled over in the silk sheets. This bed was incredible. It was so soft against his skin. He couldn't help but laugh. He loved silk, it reminded him of home. True he was born of a noble family but he hardly considered himself one. Of course the rest of the family didn't consider him or his family noble either. But then that's what you got when your father was only a second son who married below his station. That had never mattered to his Father though. He had done well as a farmer and his wife had always made more than enough money from the cloths she made. They had never really had many expensive things. In fact the one truly expensive thing they had was their father and mother's marriage bed, which was decked out with high collums draped in rich violet damask with matching silk bedding.
That reminded him. Wasn't it kind of strange that he was in his parent's old bed? Shouldn't it be back on the farm? No that couldn't be right, it had always been here in this room in Haven. Alexian continued to roll around on the bed never noticing the dark figure making it's way to the bed. It wasn't until he felt a soft hand touch his back that he realized he was no longer alone. Alexian turned around and smiled. Reaching his own hand out he drew the figure to him, their lips meeting in a slow passionate kiss. The mouth against his opened and Alexian felt a tongue run over his lips, asking for entrance. Moaning, Alexian opened his own mouth admitting the eager tongue. Hands roamed across Alexians body and he arched under them. His body felt like it was on fire, consuming him. A soft chuckle brought Alexians eyes back to the face of his lover. Eyes blacker than the night sky stared deep into his own. Alexian smiled at KazeHa and pulled him back in for a kiss. Together they moaned in pleasure. It was incredible, Alexian thought, KazeHa finally gave me the key to his heart.
"Alexian."
"KazeHa, please." Alexian panted and arched his body against KazeHa's. "I need you so much."
"Yes.I need you too, now."
KazeHa stood up and smiled at Alexian. His cloths vanished leaving KazeHa bare to Alexians eyes. He was more beautiful than any of Alexians previous lovers. KazeHa turned so that his back was facing Alexians and straddled him.
"KazeHa?"
"I heard one of the bards talking about something. So I wanted to try it. Now shut up and suck me!"
"Whatever you say, handsome."
KazwHa growled and glared before turning back to face Alexians groin. Licking his lips KazeHa bent foreward. Alexian screamed as he felt the warm, wet cavern of KazeHa's mouth against his flesh.
* * *
HoshiAsa blinked and looked around her. She was in someones dream she was sure but I didn't feel quit right. This didn't look like YoShen's other dreams. Those had all been focused outside where the wind was dancing. This was inside a bedroom, at least she thought it was a bed room. What else it could be she didn't know. A scream brought her attention back to the large wooden and fabric covered structure. Tiptoeing closer she reached her hand out to touch the fabric blocking her view. Another scream echoed through the room followed by several moans. HoshiAsa blushed as she realized what kind of dream she must have entered. She was embarrassed and yet.and yet she wanted to pull back the curtain and look inside to see who was hidden behind the curtain.
Yes, she would pull back the curtain. She had to make sure that this dream wasn't YoShen's. Her hand closed around the fabric and began to pull it back. Suddenly a blast an emotional panic ripped through the dream from an outside source and HoshiAsa found herself flung out of the dream.
* * *
Alexian sat up, startled awake by the empathic scream that shattered his dream. Shit, and that was a good dream too. . . Alexian felt confused suddenly, not quite sure where he was until several green clad people ran into the room. The first one in the door was Healer Fandel. Alexian spun around and followed the line of sight for the healers. There on the bed was KazeHa, his body spasuming and thrashing for all it was worth. Alexian grabbed KazeHa's arms trying to pin them down as the healers did the same. Another blast of emotional panic nearly sent Alexian to his knees. One of the healers, who he noticed was only a trainee, collapsed screaming and fell unconscious.
"Keep a hold everyone! If we let go he could hurt himself!" Healer Fandel cried out.
A chuckle came from down near KazeHa's feet. "If we keep a hold we'll be the ones who're hurting!"
KazeHa's body arched, his eyes snapping open wide. There was nothing but pain in his empty eyes. He arched back further, screaming silently and the room suddenly became a miniature hurricane. Alexian screamed as his mind was plunged back into the darkness. Vaguely he heard the sound of bodies hitting the floor as the wind died away. Then there was nothing.
* * *
HoshiAsa opened her eyes. Her body trembled in the aftershocks of the pain and power that had run wild through the dream plane like a tsunami. Taking calm deep breaths she looked up from the floor. The room had changed little and she knew that whatever had nearly hurtled her out of the dream plane and into the realm of Shinigami had passed for the time. She was safe momentarily to continue her explorations. Her legs wabbled a little as she stood up but she managed to reach the curtained bed again. Her finger touched the curtains and suddenly the whole world changed. There were two strong minds tied to the dream, one belonged to the dreamer, the other she didn't know, two more minds were held loosely to the dream as well. She reached out for one as she felt the power that she recognized as YoShen's.
As she touched the thread that led to YoShen the dreamer was pulled fully into the changed dream, and her and Yoshen with it. The world around them changed as bright fire engulfed them. HoshiAsa screamed. She shouldn't be able to feel pain like this in the dream plane. Again she had to force herself off the ground and open her eyes. She nearly cried out at the horror that surrounded her. Mountains of bodies lay scattered across a vast blood soaked field. She looked down at the faces of the dead and saw faces she knew not and faces she had known since childhood piled together. The carrions had already come out to feast upon the rotting bodies. As far as she could see the fallen bodies stretched on. Horses lay scattered with the human bodies. Most she noted where white and lay near the white riders like the tavern girl had described. HoshiAsa found herself shaking with grief and rage as she looked out upon the senseless scene of violence. A hard grip tightened around her ankle and HoshiAsa found herself looking into the dead eyes of one of the fallen samurai.
HoshiAsa jerked away from the dead man and ran. She ran through the endless field of death hoping to find the dreamer and YoShen. To find a way out. As she ran small noises began to reach her ears. Crying. Someone was crying, no not crying, bawling as if their soul had been torn to pieces and scattered to the four winds. HoshiAsa stopped dead. Her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. There in a small space, devoid of the rotting bodies of soldiers was a vision of herself, soaked in blood and gore, vacant eyed and staring at a golden haired man in blood soaked white livery. It was him who was sobbing. He was rocking back and fourth, clutching a dead body tightly to his chest. It was something her mind couldn't grasp. One of those scenes that is just to violent, or bloody, for your eyes to see and recognize without you forcing yourself past the terror it instinctively called in you.
"YoShen." her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. "It can't be. NO, not this, Segi, no.."
The body clutched so tightly by the golden haired man was her YoShen. It was his body ripped open and drenched in blood. It was his intestines slowly pouring out of the deep belly wound. It was what she most feared to see. She ran forward again trying to snatch YoShen away from the gaijin. Her body reached them and past right through them, dropping her onto the bloody ground next to the body of a white horse. HoshiAsa screamed. She screamed with every particle of her soul, and her voice was echoed by another, the deep rich tones of a man's voice crying out in pain far greater than anything she could ever, had ever imagined. Then the world shattered around her and HoshiAsa found herself lost into darkness as she was torn out of the dream plane and thrust back into the real world.
Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Sorry it took so long but I wanted to make sure that this would be a great chapter. Plus I have been very busy with school work and my muses decided to take a vacation without telling me. So sorry for the lateness of the new chapter, but don't worry there is more to come in this tale. * Evil Laughter * Also, if you're wondering why my web page hasn't been updated it's because my internet service here at school doesn't support geocities so I am in the process of trying to re-locate my web page.
Ja Ne Dreamwind
HoshiAsa looked around the small room. There was a window on one wall that looked out into the pouring rain. Up against another wall was a large bed. The blankets were brown and faded with many years of being washed. A small table was next to the bed. A half melted candle sitting on it along with some strikers. Setting her bag down on the bed, HoshiAsa pulled out some incense and set it on the table. Next came a small black plate with a black ink block. Small sheets of white paper were placed next to the ink plate. Turning away from the table HoshiAsa untied her hair. Long black waves cascaded down her back. She ran her hands through her hair, untangling the strands. Her hands moved down to her shirt and began to unbutton the clasps, removing her garments. Carefully she folded the silk and laid it out on her bed. HoshiAsa walked over to the small tub the girl had brought to her room and filled with bathing water. Dipping her fingers in the water HoshiAsa found the water tepid. Shaking her head she forced herself to realize that these barbarians probably couldn't do any better.
HoshiAsa shivered as the water touched more of her skin. Still she crawled fully into the tub, until the water rested at the crest of her bosom. For the next twenty minutes she scrubbed her flesh clean of the filth picked up on the road and in the barroom below. For this to work she had to be pure of body and that meant all the filth must be removed. Rising from the water, HoshiAsa dried herself off. She made her way back to the bed. Sitting on it she pulled the pieces of paper and ink to her side and began. The block made a soft sound as it rubbed against the plate. She lifted her free hand and let the last of the bath water drip onto the plate, causing the ink block to soften and produce a rich black ink. Carefully she dipped a small bamboo brush in the ink. Bringing the brush over the paper, HoshiAsa's hands moved swiftly, carefully writing out the spell. When the ink had dried HoshiAsa lifted the newly made ofuda and placed it one her forehead right above her top chakra.
* * * Alexian sighed and rolled over in the silk sheets. This bed was incredible. It was so soft against his skin. He couldn't help but laugh. He loved silk, it reminded him of home. True he was born of a noble family but he hardly considered himself one. Of course the rest of the family didn't consider him or his family noble either. But then that's what you got when your father was only a second son who married below his station. That had never mattered to his Father though. He had done well as a farmer and his wife had always made more than enough money from the cloths she made. They had never really had many expensive things. In fact the one truly expensive thing they had was their father and mother's marriage bed, which was decked out with high collums draped in rich violet damask with matching silk bedding.
That reminded him. Wasn't it kind of strange that he was in his parent's old bed? Shouldn't it be back on the farm? No that couldn't be right, it had always been here in this room in Haven. Alexian continued to roll around on the bed never noticing the dark figure making it's way to the bed. It wasn't until he felt a soft hand touch his back that he realized he was no longer alone. Alexian turned around and smiled. Reaching his own hand out he drew the figure to him, their lips meeting in a slow passionate kiss. The mouth against his opened and Alexian felt a tongue run over his lips, asking for entrance. Moaning, Alexian opened his own mouth admitting the eager tongue. Hands roamed across Alexians body and he arched under them. His body felt like it was on fire, consuming him. A soft chuckle brought Alexians eyes back to the face of his lover. Eyes blacker than the night sky stared deep into his own. Alexian smiled at KazeHa and pulled him back in for a kiss. Together they moaned in pleasure. It was incredible, Alexian thought, KazeHa finally gave me the key to his heart.
"Alexian."
"KazeHa, please." Alexian panted and arched his body against KazeHa's. "I need you so much."
"Yes.I need you too, now."
KazeHa stood up and smiled at Alexian. His cloths vanished leaving KazeHa bare to Alexians eyes. He was more beautiful than any of Alexians previous lovers. KazeHa turned so that his back was facing Alexians and straddled him.
"KazeHa?"
"I heard one of the bards talking about something. So I wanted to try it. Now shut up and suck me!"
"Whatever you say, handsome."
KazwHa growled and glared before turning back to face Alexians groin. Licking his lips KazeHa bent foreward. Alexian screamed as he felt the warm, wet cavern of KazeHa's mouth against his flesh.
* * *
HoshiAsa blinked and looked around her. She was in someones dream she was sure but I didn't feel quit right. This didn't look like YoShen's other dreams. Those had all been focused outside where the wind was dancing. This was inside a bedroom, at least she thought it was a bed room. What else it could be she didn't know. A scream brought her attention back to the large wooden and fabric covered structure. Tiptoeing closer she reached her hand out to touch the fabric blocking her view. Another scream echoed through the room followed by several moans. HoshiAsa blushed as she realized what kind of dream she must have entered. She was embarrassed and yet.and yet she wanted to pull back the curtain and look inside to see who was hidden behind the curtain.
Yes, she would pull back the curtain. She had to make sure that this dream wasn't YoShen's. Her hand closed around the fabric and began to pull it back. Suddenly a blast an emotional panic ripped through the dream from an outside source and HoshiAsa found herself flung out of the dream.
* * *
Alexian sat up, startled awake by the empathic scream that shattered his dream. Shit, and that was a good dream too. . . Alexian felt confused suddenly, not quite sure where he was until several green clad people ran into the room. The first one in the door was Healer Fandel. Alexian spun around and followed the line of sight for the healers. There on the bed was KazeHa, his body spasuming and thrashing for all it was worth. Alexian grabbed KazeHa's arms trying to pin them down as the healers did the same. Another blast of emotional panic nearly sent Alexian to his knees. One of the healers, who he noticed was only a trainee, collapsed screaming and fell unconscious.
"Keep a hold everyone! If we let go he could hurt himself!" Healer Fandel cried out.
A chuckle came from down near KazeHa's feet. "If we keep a hold we'll be the ones who're hurting!"
KazeHa's body arched, his eyes snapping open wide. There was nothing but pain in his empty eyes. He arched back further, screaming silently and the room suddenly became a miniature hurricane. Alexian screamed as his mind was plunged back into the darkness. Vaguely he heard the sound of bodies hitting the floor as the wind died away. Then there was nothing.
* * *
HoshiAsa opened her eyes. Her body trembled in the aftershocks of the pain and power that had run wild through the dream plane like a tsunami. Taking calm deep breaths she looked up from the floor. The room had changed little and she knew that whatever had nearly hurtled her out of the dream plane and into the realm of Shinigami had passed for the time. She was safe momentarily to continue her explorations. Her legs wabbled a little as she stood up but she managed to reach the curtained bed again. Her finger touched the curtains and suddenly the whole world changed. There were two strong minds tied to the dream, one belonged to the dreamer, the other she didn't know, two more minds were held loosely to the dream as well. She reached out for one as she felt the power that she recognized as YoShen's.
As she touched the thread that led to YoShen the dreamer was pulled fully into the changed dream, and her and Yoshen with it. The world around them changed as bright fire engulfed them. HoshiAsa screamed. She shouldn't be able to feel pain like this in the dream plane. Again she had to force herself off the ground and open her eyes. She nearly cried out at the horror that surrounded her. Mountains of bodies lay scattered across a vast blood soaked field. She looked down at the faces of the dead and saw faces she knew not and faces she had known since childhood piled together. The carrions had already come out to feast upon the rotting bodies. As far as she could see the fallen bodies stretched on. Horses lay scattered with the human bodies. Most she noted where white and lay near the white riders like the tavern girl had described. HoshiAsa found herself shaking with grief and rage as she looked out upon the senseless scene of violence. A hard grip tightened around her ankle and HoshiAsa found herself looking into the dead eyes of one of the fallen samurai.
HoshiAsa jerked away from the dead man and ran. She ran through the endless field of death hoping to find the dreamer and YoShen. To find a way out. As she ran small noises began to reach her ears. Crying. Someone was crying, no not crying, bawling as if their soul had been torn to pieces and scattered to the four winds. HoshiAsa stopped dead. Her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. There in a small space, devoid of the rotting bodies of soldiers was a vision of herself, soaked in blood and gore, vacant eyed and staring at a golden haired man in blood soaked white livery. It was him who was sobbing. He was rocking back and fourth, clutching a dead body tightly to his chest. It was something her mind couldn't grasp. One of those scenes that is just to violent, or bloody, for your eyes to see and recognize without you forcing yourself past the terror it instinctively called in you.
"YoShen." her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. "It can't be. NO, not this, Segi, no.."
The body clutched so tightly by the golden haired man was her YoShen. It was his body ripped open and drenched in blood. It was his intestines slowly pouring out of the deep belly wound. It was what she most feared to see. She ran forward again trying to snatch YoShen away from the gaijin. Her body reached them and past right through them, dropping her onto the bloody ground next to the body of a white horse. HoshiAsa screamed. She screamed with every particle of her soul, and her voice was echoed by another, the deep rich tones of a man's voice crying out in pain far greater than anything she could ever, had ever imagined. Then the world shattered around her and HoshiAsa found herself lost into darkness as she was torn out of the dream plane and thrust back into the real world.
Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Sorry it took so long but I wanted to make sure that this would be a great chapter. Plus I have been very busy with school work and my muses decided to take a vacation without telling me. So sorry for the lateness of the new chapter, but don't worry there is more to come in this tale. * Evil Laughter * Also, if you're wondering why my web page hasn't been updated it's because my internet service here at school doesn't support geocities so I am in the process of trying to re-locate my web page.
Ja Ne Dreamwind