When the sound of thunder took place, bouncing around in the wonderful acoustics of a hollowed tree that had been shifted into a den… Romulus knew he was stuck in a dream again. And it wasn't just any old dream. It was THAT dream. Rain soaked his pelt, sending up a wet dog scent that was mixed in with a perfume that sent his heart colliding with a brick wall. He knew it wasn't real. Rom knew that it was just a dream, a replay of a memory that would never surface into anything but that. And yet still. Flesh moved against his own.
"Rom-" he inhaled sharply, auds flattening for he knew what was coming. He'd replayed this scene so many times, he could spellbound every detaul. He even knew the beat to which the rain fell… perhaps he could soon count the number of times water flicked onto his pelt from the outside. " Romulus, open your eyes." He put his head up, knowing that if he looked in the direction of her sweet voice, he would somehow be able to show her the damage he had done to himself. It was the same everytime. But… no. This time was different. His amber orbs fluttered open, startled… staring at a goddess of fire and ash. Eyes like the sea looked back. This dream-- it was on a different course than it had ever been before. Romulus blinked, totally speechless. He opened his mouth but no words came out. It was as if he had given up his voice in order to receive his sight. Suddenly desire plunged into his bodice. Eriel. He could see her. The soldier was actually drowning in her gaze. He leaned forward, mug touching her own and inhaled deeply, memorizing… or rather, remembering. And all too soon, the lights went out.
And suddenly he was awake. Conscious of the world around him though he could not see it himself. In his escape from Cold Summers, the bastard had turned to the mysterious and hardly approached safety of Sacred Stones. He knew hardly anyone came to the place. It was shrouded, not just in fog, but in a mysterious air that kept those with a weak will at bay. Not that Romulus could even see the damn place to begin with, but it was reassuring for the time being that he would not be disturbed. The war boy stretched, slowly rising from his sleep and rolled his shoulders back, long stilts stretched out in front of him. When he stood straight once more, he twisted his cranial, allowing his listeners full circle "view" of thr world around him. His pads thrummed with his pulse as he waited, feeling for around not her soul on the earth around him just in case his radars didn't pick up any foreign signal. Romulus paused a moment, then began walking forward, skillfully dodging the stones that stood ar taller than even he, a maned wolf did. The scars on his eyes that kept the lids sewed together over hollow sockets ached. They usually did after a dream that ended up being too vivid. If there was too much detail, his brain acted as if it couldn't handle it.
Just then, the man stopped. His black listeners turned back and suddenly his cranial whipped around, his muscles rippling with an intense surprise. He hadn't caught the scent, but there was definitely someone there. The boy maneuvered himself so that he was facing the vibrations… and then he waited.
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