Dream :: 13
Jun. 30th, 2011 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guren_no_honooDream effects (optional): Losing oneself to the heat and passion and movement of the dance and a intense pull from somewhere far away...
A storm raged, not at all like the one Somarium had just survived, though. Where the dream world had been drowned in water, this dream within the dream was engulfed in flames.
Fire reached up and seared the skies as clouds of charcoal black smoke filled the air. Through the haze of heat, a figure could be made out, dancing. The sound of her bangles jangling were impossibly clear over the roar of fire with each thrust of her hands or step with her feet. She had long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail and though the world was burning down around her, she was blissful in her movements.
Graceful limbs stretched and swirled in the air as she moved. Where the music came from could not be seen but it floated through the air and gave the dance life. Even the flames seemed to obey the whims of the melody as hell seemed to over take earth and heaven alike.
And yet the woman danced faster and faster, her passion seeming to fan the fire into a frenzy and suddenly she was devoured by the flames.
In her place, when the fury of the fire died back down, was a familiar child with black hair and gold eyes as if they were in a trance, continuing the dance. But now there was the addition of the sword held in Ashura's young hand, clear blade a blur against the flames with his motions.
It was hypnotic, the movements of the child-god's other worldly dance before a monk's staff clattered in the distance, abruptly ending the music.
Suddenly the flames died, smothered by some unseen force and the child was left standing alone upon the charred ground, gaze still distant. That is when the vines began to creep from the ground beneath the child's bared feet and climbed thin legs, twisting and winding around Ashura slowly. And still the child did not move, did not cry out.
More and more rose from the blackened earth and bound the petite frame until he could be seen no longer, buried deep within the vines as they formed a cocoon around him. There was another clattering of a monk's staff, echoing across the scarred landscape and red lotus flowers burst into bloom all along the vines before all went black.
(( OOC: Unfortunately, Ashura won't be able to respond to any comments on this dream, in fact, he's going into a brief sleep coma while I prepare a canon update for him, shouldn't be any longer than a couple days + the week of holding for the update, so he'll be back soon. There is no cocoon in Somarium itself this time around though, just Ashura sleeping, lost somewhere in the forests after the flood.
Edit: THOUGH, I will still backtag threads he was already in before, sorry if I didn't make that clear!))
A storm raged, not at all like the one Somarium had just survived, though. Where the dream world had been drowned in water, this dream within the dream was engulfed in flames.
Fire reached up and seared the skies as clouds of charcoal black smoke filled the air. Through the haze of heat, a figure could be made out, dancing. The sound of her bangles jangling were impossibly clear over the roar of fire with each thrust of her hands or step with her feet. She had long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail and though the world was burning down around her, she was blissful in her movements.
Graceful limbs stretched and swirled in the air as she moved. Where the music came from could not be seen but it floated through the air and gave the dance life. Even the flames seemed to obey the whims of the melody as hell seemed to over take earth and heaven alike.
And yet the woman danced faster and faster, her passion seeming to fan the fire into a frenzy and suddenly she was devoured by the flames.
In her place, when the fury of the fire died back down, was a familiar child with black hair and gold eyes as if they were in a trance, continuing the dance. But now there was the addition of the sword held in Ashura's young hand, clear blade a blur against the flames with his motions.
It was hypnotic, the movements of the child-god's other worldly dance before a monk's staff clattered in the distance, abruptly ending the music.
Suddenly the flames died, smothered by some unseen force and the child was left standing alone upon the charred ground, gaze still distant. That is when the vines began to creep from the ground beneath the child's bared feet and climbed thin legs, twisting and winding around Ashura slowly. And still the child did not move, did not cry out.
More and more rose from the blackened earth and bound the petite frame until he could be seen no longer, buried deep within the vines as they formed a cocoon around him. There was another clattering of a monk's staff, echoing across the scarred landscape and red lotus flowers burst into bloom all along the vines before all went black.
(( OOC: Unfortunately, Ashura won't be able to respond to any comments on this dream, in fact, he's going into a brief sleep coma while I prepare a canon update for him, shouldn't be any longer than a couple days + the week of holding for the update, so he'll be back soon. There is no cocoon in Somarium itself this time around though, just Ashura sleeping, lost somewhere in the forests after the flood.
Edit: THOUGH, I will still backtag threads he was already in before, sorry if I didn't make that clear!))
