Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Drunken_Angel]

*Nods, a slight smile on my face* That's what it was created for, I believe. To be a place for women to express their passions and sensuality without fear of judgement.

I think Vail did a very good job if that was her intention.

Absolutely! Just in the short time I've been there.. I've realized how much a creature of sensuality I am.. everything, all the senses...I love it all. I had never thought of myself like that before.

Tell me, what made you decide to carve your own place out in the midst of everything?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I wanted a place to call my very own. Nothing more complicated than that really. A place I could express whatever I need to express at any given time.

I didn't want to intrude on other people's spaces with ideas that pop up in my mind or outbursts of writing and emotion that I just have to get out. I wanted a place where I could invite people to come and just spend time with me in a cozier atmosphere.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I wanted a place to call my very own. Nothing more complicated than that really. A place I could express whatever I need to express at any given time.

I didn't want to intrude on other people's spaces with ideas that pop up in my mind or outbursts of writing and emotion that I just have to get out. I wanted a place where I could invite people to come and just spend time with me in a cozier atmosphere.

You've succeeded at that admirably, I must say!

Angel 's expression radiates happiness.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A note drifting on the breeze...landing on the porch

Thinking of you...

As always~

Me...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*sips thoughtfully from my straw, lifting my gaze to hers* I have actually been surprised that other people find it as relaxing and peaceful as I do.

What I like best is that I can shape and form things to suit my moods...I can add things or leave things to fade away. I suppose that it is my way of escaping from RW issues and drudgeries...most of the time. Some things have invaded but even then I have been able to release those emotions and energies and let this place soak them up and I have felt better.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*sips thoughtfully from my straw, lifting my gaze to hers* I have actually been surprised that other people find it as relaxing and peaceful as I do.

What I like best is that I can shape and form things to suit my moods...I can add things or leave things to fade away. I suppose that it is my way of escaping from RW issues and drudgeries...most of the time. Some things have invaded but even then I have been able to release those emotions and energies and let this place soak them up and I have felt better.

I like it very much. I can feel things, I sense it in how you sense it, how you express yourself, the way you carry yourself while you are in here. I think others respond to that as well.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*closing my eyes I stretch out my hand toward the door drawing the simple note to me and pressing it to my heart*

Sometimes I think places like this can almost take on a life of their own...each person who visits here leaves something of themselves, their energy if you will. If they are frequent visitors then the Refuge recognizes them and welcomes them, even if I am not here.

Perhaps I am just a bit odd... *laughs softly at myself*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*closing my eyes I stretch out my hand toward the door drawing the simple note to me and pressing it to my heart*

Sometimes I think places like this can almost take on a life of their own...each person who visits here leaves something of themselves, their energy if you will. If they are frequent visitors then the Refuge recognizes them and welcomes them, even if I am not here.

Perhaps I am just a bit odd... *laughs softly at myself*

Giggles~ "You say odd as if it were a bad thing"

"May I ask though, changing the subject just a bit, how do you feel inside? Are you always comfortable with the primal, is it a settled relationship within? I see you so soft, so emotive and yet, you dont seem afraid of that which is not."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am not comfortable at all with that side of me. Not yet. I keep it tightly controlled except for once in a great while when it bleeds over. That side of me actually frightens me, to be truthful. In the RW I once hurt someone I cared about, physically. Not much, just left some wicked gorgeous bite marks. It made him laugh, but it scared the willies out of me. *laughs*

I guess I have just gotten used to only showing this side of myself to others.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I am not comfortable at all with that side of me. Not yet. I keep it tightly controlled except for once in a great while when it bleeds over. That side of me actually frightens me, to be truthful. In the RW I once hurt someone I cared about, physically. Not much, just left some wicked gorgeous bite marks. It made him laugh, but it scared the willies out of me. *laughs*

I guess I have just gotten used to only showing this side of myself to others.

I'm just so worried I will hurt someone.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Do you mean here or RW? Because I know it is possible to hurt here just as much as it is possible to hurt in a physical way there.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Do you mean here or RW? Because I know it is possible to hurt here just as much as it is possible to hurt in a physical way there.

I mean both. I'm not so much worried about physically hurting. I have a hard time even thinking about causing physical pain. Its the emotional.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The wolf wanders close by, hearing the conversation and unsure of her welcome. She sits, head cocked, tongue lolling, listening, debating. It isn't very often that she has a chance to show up when she is in this state. Control is hard to maintain, and she feels unsafe, worried. She forces the change; becoming a brown skinned female~ only 5 feet tall, 130 pounds of muscles covered by a light layer of body fat. Glancing down, she notes her nudity, but shrugs it off. Who cares?

A step forward, and then back, her nerves at high pitch. What to do? What to do? She doesn't want to scare anyone...and she just might with the need that is raging through her veins...the need to control and hurt, to tease and torture...sandpaper and silk...more roughness than is her usual want...she rocks..undecided and waits to see if she will be summoned or left alone...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The wolf wanders close by, hearing the conversation and unsure of her welcome. She sits, head cocked, tongue lolling, listening, debating. It isn't very often that she has a chance to show up when she is in this state. Control is hard to maintain, and she feels unsafe, worried. She forces the change; becoming a brown skinned female~ only 5 feet tall, 130 pounds of muscles covered by a light layer of body fat. Glancing down, she notes her nudity, but shrugs it off. Who cares?

A step forward, and then back, her nerves at high pitch. What to do? What to do? She doesn't want to scare anyone...and she just might with the need that is raging through her veins...the need to control and hurt, to tease and torture...sandpaper and silk...more roughness than is her usual want...she rocks..undecided and waits to see if she will be summoned or left alone...

Sensing the change, not at all put off by it, or judgmental of the conflict she feels. Angel remains quiet, however, and waits.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

One thing that you have to remember though...every person is responsible for their own emotions. Just the fact that you worry you could hurt someone will go a long way toward it not happening. Unfortunately when emotions are involved some pain can inevitably happen. It is the risk of feeling, there cannot be one without the other.

I think there should be an addendum to the 'Harm ye none' creedo...pain will happen even unintentionally. A person just has to be willing to take responsibility for their part and make amends in some way.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Giving up, one step, another, golden eyes in a sweet brown face. The door before her hand...does she have a hand? Nods..yes, she does, no paws here. No claws here. No long teeth that will rend and tear, nothing unsafe, nothing insane. She opens and pushes, slipping in on quiet feet, eyes darting, left then right...Peace that prickles her flesh, silence...

Hello?

Voice, much huskier than normal, much more wolf like in sound, darker, more possessive. Throat clears...tries again.

Hello?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I rise, walking softly to her, my eyes seeking, my hands held out as if to gentle and soothe a wild one*

Come inside, my Luna... *my voice is soft and full of emotion* ...come in out of the night.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*I rise, walking softly to her, my eyes seeking, my hands held out as if to gentle and soothe a wild one*

Come inside, my Luna... *my voice is soft and full of emotion* ...come in out of the night.

I offer the approaching wolf-girl a genuine smile and eyes that hold no malice, nor resentment of her presence.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sees her, my Muse, my oasis of silence. Breath catches. I move forward, eyes glancing toward Angel, dropping before she sees the blaze of wanting...

I will just sit here, my Muse, sweet Angel. I will not move until it is safe....

 

[Drunken_Angel]

One thing that you have to remember though...every person is responsible for their own emotions. Just the fact that you worry you could hurt someone will go a long way toward it not happening.

I hear what you say, love, but it I dont feel it. That part of me, it doesnt care about what it might do, or who it might hurt. It just wants. I've hurt people in the past when I lost touch with the caring empathic part of myself. The thought of not having that.. having the primal instead terrifies me.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

If you wish, my Luna... *My eyes search out hers and show her that I am not afraid. I back toward the sofa, settling into the corner leaving the rest open for her to join my when she is ready, no pressure...simply acceptance.

I turn back to Angel and continue our conversation...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hunkering down, focusing on breath. The simple expedient of drawing it in and blowing it out. Repeat. My mind calms, centers, focuses. Relaxing under the softly spoken words, the soothing voices. Calm...I have it...it comes. Breaking over me like a wave. Eventually, I move, heading for the couch...I sit on the opposite end, soaking up two well adored voices...not speaking because I can't. My wolf is close to the surface. There is nothing I can say to help Angel from her fear...nothing I can add, at least not yet...

Cocking my head, I listen...taking apart the words, putting them into new ways in my mind...I worry for them, for Angel and my Muse. My darkness isn't scary, at least not to me. I wish I could show them...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I hear what you say, love, but it I dont feel it. That part of me, it doesnt care about what it might do, or who it might hurt. It just wants. I've hurt people in the past when I lost touch with the caring empathic part of myself. The thought of not having that.. having the primal instead terrifies me.

I know there is a balance though, between the soft and the hard. The caring and the primal. Even wild animals have a caring side to them. It's finding it in ourselves that can be so frightening. Because it means taking a risk of hurting and hurting someone else.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I know there is a balance though, between the soft and the hard. The caring and the primal. Even wild animals have a caring side to them. It's finding it in ourselves that can be so frightening. Because it means taking a risk of hurting and hurting someone else.

I nod, agreeing. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to take that, but I feel like its pushing me to do so. Its an important part of my sexuality and as I open to deeper parts of myself, there it is.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Sometimes...I wonder if I do myself an injustice by not being accepting of her. The wilder side of me. I even seperate her in my thoughts that way, not as if she is a part of me that has a place of her own within the whole...but as an alien part, something to distrust and fear.

And yet I admire her in a way. She is so much that I am not, so wild and so free. Sometimes I feel like I am just a mask of her...a pale representation.