It has been a long time since my last update. But I have a good excuse! I work two jobs and go to school full time! I am going to try to get out a real chapter tomorrow, so don't crucify me for this one.
She dances… dances… dances.
Gold shimmers.
South.
Written on molding brick.
He watches. He is amorphous. Genderless. A woman. A child. But a man. A gandfather. His father.
Her husband.
"Husband?"
He pauses, the sister's spindle ever spinning in his mind's eye.
"Wife?"
Wreathed in fae silk she is radiant. All say so.
He should know. He reaps them.
They are intimate. Him and the others.
She calls him back to attention, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
No, she is not Life. But something better.
"He nears his next obstacle. Fate Sings."
He bends his head, black eyes gleaming like onyx.
"The Farm. Then the moss. The Bricks will call the ultimate test for the Triangle."
She places a gentle palm against his skin, touch feather light. "What do you have planned, my love?"
His black eyes look at where their skin is connected. White and gold. Bone and Magic.
"I gave my word as his father."
Her otherworldly eyes seem to lighten. She moves closer, something no other creature does. "And what a great one you are."
Is he? He has never procreated anything. It goes against his nature to. But now he has a son. With a beautiful woman so full of life. His Wife.
"You are my warmth."
She smiles.
Raven senses it. Something has changed. So small a shift. Some change. Some curve in the Fate's design. A plan that has finally been set into action.
His emerald eyes flicker from their resting spot on the road in front of him and fall onto the ground where his black paws landed.
His final step shifted something. Set something into motion.
But what?
He feels it in the air.
It is moving through the trees.
It sings to him. Small hands tugging on his magic, attempting to continue their pull in the direction he was previously walking.
Is this strange feeling, the golden haze settling like a gentle mist over tree leaves, attributed to his Mother?
He doesn't know.
"Raven?" The rough voice comes from Daryl. It is laced with concern. And in this golden honey haze it is intoxicating. Raven feels like he is going to drown in just the sound of Daryl voicing his name.
Rick, who too must have noticed the sudden stopping of their four-legged companion, looks back with worry etched across his face. "Is everything alright?"
The two duels scent, their closeness, is causing Raven to sink under. The golden haze has encroached on him. Can they not sense it?
Rick rubs Raven's ear. "Are you okay?"
Daryl is crouched beside Raven's other side, the two's large bodies encasing him in. Daryl's scent begins to emit real worry, but Raven is lost.
Lost.
Lost.
The gold dust picks itself off of the leaves and begins its turmulout descent onto the trio, encircling them. It spins around them. Visible only to Raven who is so lost in the magic he cannot make aware Daryl of his safety.
The dust blows into Raven's mind, leaving distorted visions.
A farm.
A women. An old man. A mirage of people.
A shed.
Who are they? What does it mean?
Screaming. Murder.
Help!
A warning. Of what?
The golden powder bursts from him in a rush leaving him breathless.
Raven watches with transfixed eyes as it swirls away.
Away towards his visions of the farm.
When it is out of sight Raven's vision turns dark.