From jannet@ifi.uio.no Sat Dec 10 13:28:57 1994 Return-Path: Received: from ifi.uio.no by mail.netcom.com (8.6.9/Netcom) id NAA18294; Sat, 10 Dec 1994 13:28:46 -0800 Received: from gjalp.ifi.uio.no (5399@gjalp.ifi.uio.no [129.240.84.2]) by ifi.uio.no with ESMTP (8.6.8.1/ifi2.4) id ; Sat, 10 Dec 1994 22:28:27 +0100 Received: (from jannet@localhost) by gjalp.ifi.uio.no ; Sat, 10 Dec 1994 22:28:26 +0100 Date: Sat, 10 Dec 1994 22:28:25 +0100 (MET) From: Janne Torklep Subject: Log of Dawns and Trollkillers Recognition To: Dar Korrati , "Anna Korra'ti" Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Status: RO And a nice one it was...happy sigh :) -----===O===----- Janne Torklep jannet@ifi.uio.no -----===O===----- Log begins: In the Old Willow In the heart of the trunk of the Old Willow, you are surrounded by smoothly shaped wood, with only the occasional ripple in the surface here and there hinting that this massive tree was shaped from more than one. Handholds spiral along the trunk both up and down, and the light here is soft and shadowed and faintly green. Round crawl-holes lead off here and there into various dens. Above are visible the upper branches of the tree, and off to one side, another hole leading out along an extending branch. Dawn is slender and rather short, even for a wolfrider. Her narrow and slanted eyes are skyblue in a pale face dotted with freckles. Her rustcolored hair has grown long, falling down her back in wild curls. A pair of long black feathers are tied to the leather thong holding the hair out of her freckled face. She is wearing a brief green dress with a subtle pattern of leaves.. she is barefoot, and there is a wreath of violet flowers on her head. Dawn seems to be deep in thought, eyes distant. You push the door-hide aside and crawl through into the den. Chieftess's Den This oft-crowded den seems spacious enough to perhaps hold five or six elves easily. Many pillows and blankets are scattered about its floor, some on the large pile of sleepfurs beneath a small window-hole looking out towards Sun-Goes-Down. Here and there along the walls are shaped small candle-nooks, in the shapes of leafy nests; the candles they hold are unlit at the moment, and the occasional beam of sunshine flickers in through the willow fronds outside. Along one wall, a shelf-like ledge is set into the living wood of the tree. You see 2 elves asleep here, and 1 awake. Two crawl-holes are visible here: one leading back out into the heart of the great tree, and one leading off sideways to the guest den frequently used by Rillwhisper, Woodhawk, and Trollkiller. Contents: Trollkiller Comfortable fur Sleepfurs Trollkiller is physically a throwback, an elf clearly half wolf in form. He is covered with grey fur from head to - yes, those are claws instead of feet. He needs and wears no clothing other than the occasional strap to hold carrying pouches. Carrying: Metal-shaping tools Dawn slips very quietly into the den, careful not to wake Rillwhisper or Woodhawk at this hour of the day. Trollkiller looks up. It's obvious that he hasn't slept well. Trollkiller 's expression is not like one you've seen on his face before - there's nervousness, almost fear for a moment, as he awakens more completely. Dawn moves very quietly close to you, kneeling down. Her movements are slightly nervous, and her eyes do not quite meet yours. Dawn touches your arm, in a gesture that is somehow imploring. ** I..had a dream.. ** Trollkiller shivvers at your proximity, gaze kept forcibly from your eyes. He shivvers again at your touch, and almost, but does not quite, reach over to grab you. He swollows, hard. ** I... did, as well. ** Trollkiller looks up suddenly, seeming to be impossibly - or almost impossibly - open. Dawn's gaze is on her hand where it touches you..then slowly travels up your body, to your neck, then further...until her eyes meet yours. Trollkiller locks eyes, involuntarily. ** ! ** Trollkiller sends openly ** How...? ** You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn's blue eyes not only mirror her soul..you realize of a sudden, that you can see straight to the center of her being. And a sound, fluttering, flickering...Becoming clear. Dawn's fingers tighten, her grasp nearly painful. Then the grip relaxes, as she abandons the hopeless resistance, and yields to the compulsion that drew her to you. You sense in a locksend, Trollkiller's mind falls desperatley open as he collapses into your gaze, as he gasps sharply, drawn into your soul. His own is plain to read, as though he'd forgotten how to conceil anything... a rush of fragemented mirrors and then... Trollkiller gasps sharply, shivvering, as what he knows is happening _happens_, both instantly and over eight eights of eternities... Dawn gasps as one, shivvering as the inevitable happens. Trollkiller is wide-eyed at Dawn. Trollkiller locksends ** Tiril... ** Dawn's own eyes are impossibly wide. You locksend ** Tantin... ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller collapses around Dawn, holding her tightly, shivvering uncontrollably. Trollkiller breaths, short, shallow. Trollkiller breathes again. You feel Trollkiller's eyelashes brushing against your cheek as he blinks quickly, several times. Dawn's arms close around you, convulsively holding you tight a moment before relaxing. Her breathing is quick, and her heart can be all but felt, so loud does it beat. Pressing her face against you, breaking that self-obliterating gaze, she sends in wonder. Trollkiller locksends ** Tiril... ** You locksend ** Tantin..Tantin...of course... ** to Trollkiller. You sense in a locksend, Trollkiller sends, almost unbelievingly - awed, perhaps - ** Then... there _will_ be... ** Dawn's smile is radiant as she realizes, and looks up at you again. ** A cub.. ** Trollkiller locksends ** High Ones, but you're beautiful... ** Trollkiller sends, ** A cub! A... ** Trollkiller swollows again, joyous of face, staring back into your eyes again. ** A cub! ** Dawn's smile turns dreamy as she raises a hand to caress your cheek. Once more her gaze locks on yours, and she looses track of what she was sending. ** ** You locksend ** Tantin..yes, it fits..I see you now. Your mind..I knew there was more than I first saw. ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller'e eyes close at your touch, yet somehow, this separates nothing from you. His head turns just slightly, following your hand. Trollkiller locksends ** And you, Tiril... no wonder you've brought so many, how could it _not_ be so...? ** Trollkiller beams broadly. ** Yes! She _will_ be! ** Dawn leans closer, rubbing her cheek against yours even as her hand moves down and back to your neck, holding you close with gentle insistance. ** She will be... Oh, I feel.. ** Trollkiller sends, ** Yes! ** as he pulls you against him. You locksend ** Our cub will be beautful, and strong, and wise... ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller locksends ** And furry, and quick, and... everything... ** Dawn's send looses coherency as she melts against you, hands more urgently stroking over you, revelling in the touch and scent and feel of you in an entirely new way. You locksend ** And as wonderful as her father. Oh, Tantin... ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller explores Dawn's body with his hands, marvelling in how _new_ everything about her has suddenly become. He nuzzles her headfur, her lovely,long, graceful ears, her extraordinary neck and chin... Dawn's skin tingles and burns at every touch, as if her nerves had suddenly grown a hundredfold as sensitive. She nuzzles and caresses, in turns gentle and wondering, then fiery with passion and desire. Trollkiller locksends ** And with your strength and patience and clarity... Tiril, she could not be more perfect... ** Trollkiller writhes with the carresses, burning, but as ice and water, shifting under your as he sends, now, continuous astonishment, love, and desire...* You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn's mind is open to you, though the passions of the moment prevent you from exploring it all. Impressions of a shady forest, of tangled colors, of a wolf with a fiery hide...but above all desire and wonder and happiness. Dawn wraps her limbs tightly around you, her leathers gone somewhere in the increasingly passionate caresses. Her lips are at your neck, then brush your own lips. ** ** You sense in a locksend, Trollkiller is a cascading blur of images - ideal wolf, feral and soft, furry and hunter - pure elf, tall, thin, of wonder - and mirrors, shiny and reflective - yet now somehow also transparent to you - but mostly all three, somehow combined into a single being... Trollkiller nibbles at Dawn's body, licking, tasting, touching with flesh and spirit, seeking everywhere of you... You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn matches your aspects, fiery wolf/huntress, gentle elf..the tangled colored maze of her inner self reflecting in each mirror with a dizzying effect. You sense in a locksend, Trollkiller's mirrors and crystal pull towards you, along with the rest of his soul, as parts reach and touch yours, selectively, carefully, yet totally impassioned... Dawn mrrs softly, deep in her throat, lips and tongue and hands exploring your body as intimately, and passionately, as the touch of her mind. ** ** You locksend ** You are beautiful... ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller fades completely to /now/ as he surrenders with and to you, merging, flush int oone... he thinks _with_ you, together... Trollkiller locksends ** /_making_/ ** You locksend ** ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller seeks, almost without knowledge, merger of body as well as soul... Trollkiller breaths your breaths, beats with your heart... Trollkiller locksends ** /light!/ ** Dawn is warm and soft and strong and passionate..all the myriad parts of her, mind and body one with yours. Breathings matching, as heartbeats..still one, as close as ever. You locksend ** <-light-> ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller is tangled with you, unsure which is him, which is yours, feeling both, loving all, unfraid and intertwined... You locksend ** ** to Trollkiller. Trollkiller locksends ** /...and creation/ ** Trollkiller rolls with you, linked, body and soul and mind and heart... Dawn murmurs softly in pleasure, flushed, freckled skin and soft fur touching and entangled...the hunger of Recognition still filling her as the joining is completed. Dawn becomes aware of her self..gradually...the wonder and desire and utter happiness still filling her. Dawn mrrs softly, still clutching you tight as she continues very softly nuzzling and caressing you. Trollkiller slowly becomes aware of self again, and Tiril, and... Trollkiller locksends ** ...Ashte... ** You locksend ** ..Ashte.. ** to Trollkiller. You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn carefully sends your name, as if striving to remember which is which. ** Tantin ** Trollkiller locksends ** Us. ** Dawn's smile brightens her flushed face further. You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn acknowledges softly, happily.. ** Us ** You locksend to Trollkiller, Dawn does not try to extricate her self from yours further, content with the merging of minds. Trollkiller finds himself lying under you, you astride him, still physically joined. He reaches down to touch your stomach. He sends. Dawn strokes your chestfur, smiling down at you. Trollkiller locksends ** ...Ashte... you will be so beautiful... ** Dawn places her hands over yours, sending softly. ** I love you both. ** * *** ***** *** *