Soul Response... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 22:58:30 04/07/04 Wed
Author: Zrego
Subject: Soul Response...
In reply to: ... 's message, "Rien." on 20:50:20 04/04/04 Sun

Midnight eyes opened quietly, a grey tailblade lifted silently from the dust where it had rested in grime. The body shifted, earth-stained muzzle arching upwards in the slightest of angles... and seeing the stars. Billions and billions of balls of light, comfort, close, security. Dancing... falling? Snow. It drifted downwards almost as if the skies themselves fell. The striped shifted instinctively onto his back, watching the stars - there out in the darkness, silent and sure, keeping watch in the night. But now falling, falling like the snow, and resting on the trees and on his stomach and his nose. He breathed and the snow-flakes pattern shifted... beautiful, and each one different... each one changing even then as it melted and fell to the earth. The earth, the earth on his face, on his paws, on his stomach, and his back. The grains of years and ages past, forming tawny lines through his ebon flank, he felt the earth beneath it.. and more. Lines of green rose from between his shoulder blades and out through his paws, changing into a purple... which for once did not remind him of violet-loving Sassi... but reminded him of life, and of love, and of sky... Even perhaps of his own power, a thing long forgotten as of late... He truly saw the energy, played with it a long moment between his paws, watched it grow, watched it shrink. Realized he controlled the energy and sent it up to the sky... the Korat opened his eyes in truth this time and in the darkness saw the stars in a plaster ceiling painted ebon, he saw with his own eyes as they fell like snow to land about him.. and then the rush of white above, and Zrego touched hands with a Dragon, a white, beautiful dragon, felt the gentle leather, and found that he could not budge it... Desperately, he reached out to his right, in this tight cave of wooden walls and papers and desks, touched and saw streaks of red fur, and curls of gold, a flash of pure viridian as an eye widened in shock and feline surprise met his own gaze... Could this be? This... touch with love? Howls that surrounded him offered it forward as a gift... and Zrego lived... only to return to reality and shrink back as the human emotion of hate settled in... and then, then seeing in a movie, a movie a song and dance, the story of a man whom many followed, whom many disbelieved and hated, a man who died doing what his God's word... and Zrego cried... Zrego cried as his body was whipped and raised, as the femme reached out and the name of wings dragged her only hope away... Zrego cried for he was touched by both of his religious worlds, his proof, that there would always be love for him somewhere above and around and everywhere... and as for that of the secular world...

Here there was love too.

Ebon ears tilted back against his skull, not pressed tight in fear or anger, but in an odd display of acceptance, an agreement, a realization. He'd come to this place yet again following a scent, a soft smile tilting at his muzzle at the realization that he was always following. He thought of turning back, seeing if for once maybe the other member of this eternal chase of love and pride and desperation for constancy would be felt by the other... but this was only a passing thought. The actual chase between the two would never be changed... He'd follow her whenever and wherever she ran, and should he ever truly need to run, he knew well enough, without necessity of excessive proof, that she'd keep his trail, guard his back, when his own time came. Sometimes the trail would be rough, and one of the duo would fall behind. But no matter what, they'd always be there, sometimes sharing the same den, other times walking along the same river; sometimes as humans, sometimes Korats, sometimes Shrarr... but always together, in one way or another, in one time or place, in one realm or dream, in one love or friendship. It was a Bond, a promise, a sort of unbreakable chain that while not invincible in material, was unbeatable in the fact that neither end would let it be destroyed...

And that, that was love in itself. Not necessarily mate love, no, and on those strange sometimes of estrangement not even sister love, even in the very rare, beyond all reasoning, occasions of frustration or isolation, maybe not even friendship love... but still, always, love. Love that needed no label, love of the heart, love of spiritual kindred. Love that wouldn't die. Love that wouldn't give up. Love that even if no one else ever remembered it, was immortal in its own sense because it mattered to us.

And Zrego? Well, he figured that he was fine with that. After all, ninety-nine percent of the time, all those labels were there... and even if one... two.. or even all of 'em fell off.. it was still - Love. Trust. Hope.

Everything that one wandering adolescent with a strangely mature mind and yet a childlike yearning for simplicity and stability could ask for in his life...

You.

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