Post by (¯`·._.·Baron·._.·´¯) on Aug 28, 2006 22:04:20 GMT -5
Nightfox, the black renamon, had teleported to the middle of the Stone Meadow. It was about midday and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was really peacefull here. Nobody knew Nightfox came here regularly to sit by herself. But then, she didn't know anyone else who came here either.
She was perched upon a tall rock which was curved at the top, like a rounded spire. Her hands were behind her, and her feet hung as she stared off into the distance. This was her time to herself, her solitude. It was times like this where she had to get control of her emotions.
She had been coming here ever since she was a youngling. This is where she released all that pent up anger and frustration that the world gave her back into the universe. But before she did that, Nightfox always liked to just wonder and relax. It helped later. So she sat, and recalled the earlier confrontation with the BlazeClan leader. What would have happened, if she had lost control?
The black renamon shuddered, that had happened once before, and it was a horrible image. She had hurt a great friend. He had never forgiven her, even though he protested. She never wanted that to happen again, she would never again let her anger control her.
It was time. The black fox anthro curled her legs up and sat on that curved rock with her legs crossed, and her hands mimicked her feet. She was balancing there on that rock, no hands or feet to support her, just her bottom and her tail wrapping around her legs. Nightfox relaxed, visibly. Her posture became rigid, but comfortably so, her breathing slowed, and her eyes closed.
It was at this time where she was most vulnerable, mentally and physically. If someone of ill intentions were to come, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. That is why she came here and told no one. She couldn't trust anyone, because no one could trust her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Nightfox cleared her mind, and thought of nothing. At the same time, her body levitated. Ever so slightly, her rump left the rock and she was floating inches above the ground. Mentally, she was one with the universe, and felt a deep calm, as if nothing could ever be wrong.
But sometimes, she could gain glimpses. Of what, she never knew. She saw pictures of a raging fire, and of other elemental disasters, and of death and suffering. But they seemed all so detached, so distant. And none of them had ever come to pass.
But now, this one was so vivid, she felt as if she was really there. She was in Fourstones, at midday. There were no clouds, and the sun filtered through the trees. But high up there was a bright moon, just a sliver away from full. It gave off a silver glow, and illuminated a figure in the middle of the clearing. It was her height, and looked exactly like her, exept she could tell it was a male, and this male seemed to be her opposite. Where Nightfox was black, this one was white. Where she was a deep purple, he was a light blue. The only similarity were the colors of their eyes. They were both a clear, vivd blue, deeper than the ocean yet as soft as a cloud.
Slowly, Nightfox awoke, as if from a dream, the image slowly faded to be replaced with her real surroundings, the rolling plains and white rocks. She must have meditated for a while, for it was late afternoon nowWhy had she returned? She wanted to see more, why she was getting an image like that? Something had disturbed her, that's why. It wasn't within sight or hearing yet, but she could feel a presence somewhere.
She was perched upon a tall rock which was curved at the top, like a rounded spire. Her hands were behind her, and her feet hung as she stared off into the distance. This was her time to herself, her solitude. It was times like this where she had to get control of her emotions.
She had been coming here ever since she was a youngling. This is where she released all that pent up anger and frustration that the world gave her back into the universe. But before she did that, Nightfox always liked to just wonder and relax. It helped later. So she sat, and recalled the earlier confrontation with the BlazeClan leader. What would have happened, if she had lost control?
The black renamon shuddered, that had happened once before, and it was a horrible image. She had hurt a great friend. He had never forgiven her, even though he protested. She never wanted that to happen again, she would never again let her anger control her.
It was time. The black fox anthro curled her legs up and sat on that curved rock with her legs crossed, and her hands mimicked her feet. She was balancing there on that rock, no hands or feet to support her, just her bottom and her tail wrapping around her legs. Nightfox relaxed, visibly. Her posture became rigid, but comfortably so, her breathing slowed, and her eyes closed.
It was at this time where she was most vulnerable, mentally and physically. If someone of ill intentions were to come, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. That is why she came here and told no one. She couldn't trust anyone, because no one could trust her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Nightfox cleared her mind, and thought of nothing. At the same time, her body levitated. Ever so slightly, her rump left the rock and she was floating inches above the ground. Mentally, she was one with the universe, and felt a deep calm, as if nothing could ever be wrong.
But sometimes, she could gain glimpses. Of what, she never knew. She saw pictures of a raging fire, and of other elemental disasters, and of death and suffering. But they seemed all so detached, so distant. And none of them had ever come to pass.
But now, this one was so vivid, she felt as if she was really there. She was in Fourstones, at midday. There were no clouds, and the sun filtered through the trees. But high up there was a bright moon, just a sliver away from full. It gave off a silver glow, and illuminated a figure in the middle of the clearing. It was her height, and looked exactly like her, exept she could tell it was a male, and this male seemed to be her opposite. Where Nightfox was black, this one was white. Where she was a deep purple, he was a light blue. The only similarity were the colors of their eyes. They were both a clear, vivd blue, deeper than the ocean yet as soft as a cloud.
Slowly, Nightfox awoke, as if from a dream, the image slowly faded to be replaced with her real surroundings, the rolling plains and white rocks. She must have meditated for a while, for it was late afternoon nowWhy had she returned? She wanted to see more, why she was getting an image like that? Something had disturbed her, that's why. It wasn't within sight or hearing yet, but she could feel a presence somewhere.