Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*Blinking slowly I reach up to brush my hair from my eyes and find myself curled on the floor before the empty fireplace. My dress is crumpled and twisted around my thighs. I sigh softly and glance around finally spotting the lilies lying around the room. They bring a smile to my lips and I rise to gather then into a bundle, carrying them off to the kitchen to place them in a vase of water.

I take the vase with me, placing it on the dressing table in the alcove where I can see them as I prepare for the day.

A quick shower refreshes me and takes the lingering stiffness from sleeping on the floor out of my muscles. I dry off and pad out into the alcove selecting a sarong to tie around my waist, white cloth with silver threads woven around the edges and into the fringe. I take up my hairbrush, my vase of lilies and stop in the kitchen for a mug of coffee on my way out onto the deck.

The morning sun is warm on my shoulders as I settle onto a lounge chair and take up my hairbrush. I am thoughtful as I slide the bristles through my damp locks, listening to the sounds of morning, smelling the freshness of the new day, feeling the world breathe around me*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Leaving a forget-me-not and a lock of hair by the Refuge's front door

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Lifting my head I let myself go still, testing the energy of the area around me, feeling a familiar tingle that brings a smile to my lips. Setting my brush aside I pad barefooted through the cabin and cautiously open the door, peering out. My gaze is drawn to the small blossom at my feet. With trembling fingers I reach for it, caressing the lock of hair with a bit of longing. I scan the trees as I straighten, a sigh passing my lips as I step back inside letting the door close softly.

Stepping into the alcove I take down a small framed photo. My fingertips brush over the face in the picture for a moment then I turn it over and open the back so I can place the lock of hair inside for safe keeping.

I take the forget me not back out onto the deck with me and sit once more in the sun. I close my eyes and reach up to seperate a thin lock of hair from the rest. My fingers work it into a braid behind my left ear, deftly weaving the blossom into the ends. When done I lean back on my lounge chair pleased that the blossom rests on the swell of my breast, just over my heart*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Moving silently through the deep woods, the wolf comes. Not to visit, just to rest. She is sad and very sorry. She hopes her Muse has found her gift and not burned them or thrown them out, not that she would blame her...the wolf knows she was bitchy.

Soft padded steps lead her closer to the Refuge. Eventually, the clearing and the cabin fill her sight, the peaceful place a balm to her scattered thoughts and torn ideals. She heads under the front porch, settling down with her nose tucked under a paw. She will rest here, until her Muse allows her to enter.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My wards tingle and I know she's returned. Hopping up from my lounger I pad quickly through the cabin pausing at the door for a moment to take a deep calming breath. I step out on the front porch and down the steps...feeling a bit unsure. I've missed her and want nothing more than to hold her...if she'll let me.

Lowering myself onto the bottom step I clasp my hands around my knees. My head bows, my silvery hair falling round my face...and I wait*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Musk, vanilla. I smell her. Opening a golden eye, I stand up and stretch, working the kinks from my wolven form. Padding forward, I come out from beneath the porch and glance upwards, my eyes looking for, and finding, my muse. Softly, I climb the stairs, cowering slightly, scared.

Eventually, I reach her side and lay my head on her knee, still wearing fur, still four legged, still worried.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*raising my head slightly I meet the golden gaze of my beautiful wolf, my shaky hand reaches out and softly strokes her fur, running my fingers over her. I slide my hands around her neck, leaning forward to rest my forehead against hers* ...my Luna...

*I wrap my arms more snuggly around her scooting down onto the ground to get closer to her, burying my face in her neck now, inhaling deeply, happy to have her in my arms*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Whimpering softly, I begin to relax. She is touching me, stroking me, cuddling me. I feel...better. At peace. I shift, my body becoming curvy and soft, once more..

Hello, my Muse.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I feel the shift in her, feel the softness of her skin where fur had just been, my arms wrapped around the woman. I keep my eyes tightly closed, face pressed against her neck*

hello, my Luna...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

hello, my Luna...

Sighing, I lean forward, burying my nose in her neck, inhaling her scent, burning it into my head. My lips kiss the spot, a few moments later. Tasting the soft, sweetness of her throat.

How are you, sweet Weaver?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am well... *reluctantly I loosening my grip to allow her to move if she wishes, but my face stays pressed to her neck, my lips moving against her throat as I speak* ...better now. Are you alright?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Are you alright?

Yes, my Weaver. I am fine.

I ease away, wrapping her in my arms, tugging until I have her ensconced in my lap.

I have missed you. I am glad to be with you now.

Looks down, for an odd moment before catching her eyes with my own...

May I have a kiss?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I can't help smiling and without a word I lean in to press my lips gently to hers. My body trembles slightly at the faint contact and I let my lips part, kissing her just a bit deeper before slowly drawing away.

I suddenly realize we are on the grass in front of the cabin but it doesn't really matter. I let my arms rest around her shoulders and on impulse lean in and kiss her again, a light quick kiss*

We could go inside, if you like...or stay here... *I bite my lip not finishing my thoughts aloud*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I sigh, her lips are so soft, so sweet. Like berries and cream. She makes me happy, content. I don't want to move and the fact that we are together is all that matters to me. Suddenly, her voice reaches my ears, low and soft...slightly shy.

We could go inside, if you like...or stay here...

Whatever you would prefer, my Muse. You on my lap, whether here or there, would be a wondrous thing.

Wrapping my arms around her, I begin a slow nibble of her collar bone, my tongue darting out to taste her skin.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am happy right where we are... *my voice has gone breathless at the feel of her mouth moving on my skin. I tilt my head back slightly, baring my neck and throat to her. My fingers slip up to caress the back of her neck, to play languidly in her hair*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

As am I, sweetest Weaver...

My voice is husky, breathy...quiet. My mouth drifts, tasting the curve of her collar bone, the rise of a pale breast...a sigh, contentment...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

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The woods call me...the darkness knows my name.​

I slip from my cabin, my refuge, and pass into the darkened woods. I have no need of light, my feet know the path.

Silvery hair flows around my shoulders, pale skin nearly glows in the darkness. Soft silk the color of mist clings to the curves of my body, falling just short of my knees, the straps leaving my shoulders nearly bare.

My feet lead me, taking me once more to that place deep in the wood. The encroaching trees...the flat stone...the whispers from another age.

...give yourself over... ​

 

[Dracona]

Each night I fly over this particular section of the woods. Hunting? Perhaps, but for a different sort of prey. Prey that smells sweet and stirs a hunger of a different nature.

My keen dragon sight picks up the shining form moving through the trees below. The scent of the woman causes my nostrils to flare and a growl to rumble in my chest. It is too soon, I have barely made myself known to the woman, yet the urge to swoop in and carry her off is strong. Perhaps…just perhaps…a moment in her presence will suffice for now.

Banking, I drop from the sky toward a small clearing and hover just above the tree tops. I fold my wings settling carefully to the forest floor. As my feet touch ground I will the shift. My wings wrap around me, now a cloak of dark burgundy. Black jeans encase my long legs and a vest of black leather covers my torso. I glance down roll my eyes at my bare feet…I always forget something. Thick soled biker boots cover my feet with the speed of thought, and I nod. Better.

Turning around I see the pale form of my quarry slip from the trees and stand as if in a trance beside the long, flat rock. A chill passes along my spine. There is something here, I can’t see it or smell it…but there is something.

I step forward casually, not wanting to startle the woman.


Hello, Lady Weaver…pleasant evening for a stroll.

I want to kick myself. Pleasant evening for a stroll? Smooth…so smooth.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Blinking my eyes I turn toward the voice in the dark. I watch her for a moment, wondering that she is here in this place and how long she has been standing there*

Good evening, Dracona. I...I... *I shake myself, feeling as if waking from a dream. I look around at the woods and shrug my shoulder slightly* I suppose it is a bit late to be wandering around in the woods. I have a cabin nearby....you could join me if you like.

 

[Dracona]

I watch her face, sensing that perhaps she is a bit unsettled. A strange feeling of protectiveness comes over me and I step forward to offer the lady my arm. I begin to walk, stearing her along the path I know leads to the small cabin in the woods.

I would gladly join you in your cabin, dear lady...but not, I think, tonight. Allow me to see you home though. There are dangerous creatures in the wood at night, and you would be a temptation to the strongest willed.

I let my gaze move over her barely concealed curves, let her see for a moment the flare of heat in my eyes. We come to a halt beside the back steps of her cabin and I bring her hands to my lips. A soft gentle kiss for each as I look into her eyes.

Perhaps you will allow me to call on you another night? Until then...be safe in the woods lest some beastie snatches you up and away...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Soft music drifts through the open windows of my small cabin, candles flicker from the mantle and from tables around the open space.

I smile as I move, soft satin pants clinging to my hips and thighs, arms and midriff left bare by the tiny tank covering my body. The music moves me, fills me, takes me and makes me a part of it. My body sways...my hips roll...my arms lift slowly above my head catching my hair and lifting it from my neck.

I dance...simply to feel the music inside me...*

 

[Rumorhasit13]

I softly walk through these woods once more. Now having some familiarity with them, I slowly pad through looking for sanctuary once more. They were her woods.. perhaps not in the sense that she owned them, but perhaps more because her spirit seemed infused among the very trees themselves. Here, I knew I was safe.

In my wolven form this time, I am cloaked entirely in black fur with but a small dab of white on my chest. My brown eyes gleam in the light of the moon, far more useful in this form than when I walk amid two legs. Finding the place I had come upon the first time I entered here, I lay down by the familiar oak tree.. crossing my front legs and sighing in soft content.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The music pulls me, drives me...out of the cabin, out into the darkness of the woods once more. Still I seem to dance, my steps choreographed by the night itself. I move along the path, knowing where I need to be.

I feel the energy of someone else...another of the night's creations enjoing the beauty of the woods and the evening...

 

[Rumorhasit13]

I lift my head suddenly, searching. My ears perk up at the distant sound.. a faint sound, but unmistakeable nonetheless. Someone is drawing near..

I decide to wait and see, though I am almost certain it is her.. the keeper of these woods.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Fingertips touching trees as I pass I move deeper into the woods, finally coming upon the familiar clearing that calls me so often. I know I am not alone...know I am watched...

I step from the trees into the open and slowly turn in a circle, arms lifting toward the night sky...