Saphra’s Weblog

Last night I dreamed of a great silver dragon. The sky was blood red, and the sun a haughty bronze orb hanging high in the sky. I was laying flat on my side, eyes closed, feeling the sun beat down on my fur. I felt a shadow run over the length of my body. Assuming that it was just the black one, and not in the mood for his antics, I pretended to be asleep. The shadow flew over me twice more, each time slower than the last, blocking the sun out for a more extended period of time. I lazily stretched and rolled my tongue around in my mouth to wet the areas that had dried from the heat, but I did not open my eyes. Once more, the sun was blocked from my body, but this time the shade did not continue on like it had before. The hairs on the ridge of my spine stood on end, but still I made no attempt to open my eyes.

Suddenly, a wondrously strong wind beat down in torrents, giving me temporary relief from both the blinding light of the sun, and it’s deadly heat. At once I was upon my paws, my ears pinned straight back to my skull, and my claws puncturing the dried, cracked dirt beneath me. I opened my eyes just in time to see a great silver dragon landing in front of me. A swift gust of air from the last of his back winging stirred up the dust all around me. The ground moaned beneath the load of his immense weight. His eyes, which were the same deep as the sky, looked over me for what seemed to my mind to be but a few seconds, but felt to my body as if it had lasted for eons. His face was set in harsh lines, his brow creased over his eyes as if in anger, or even annoyance, but after his scrutiny of me, it softened into a look of something resembling sympathy. His eyes started to change colors. It started in a deep blue, almost black, and closed in from the outside while simultaneously from the inside as well, meeting in a ring in the middle. The blue softened to a lighter shade, and continued to lighten until it reached a crystal blue.

The great beast bent his long neck down to the parched earth and touched his snout to it. He blew out a great breath and worked his muzzle back and forth until he had made a smooth spot, clear of any loose dust. He closed his eyes and a soft hum vibrated from his throat. The ground grew moist, a rivulet of water formed, then a huge, roaring river surged up all around where we stood, leaving a small islet of ground under my paws. Trees grew, and lush grasses sprung up from the newly moistened ground and bid me drink from the water. I did until I had had my fill. When I was finished I looked back up to the magnificent beast who had waited patiently all the while. He beckoned to the skies, and with a powerful jump he took to flight.

He flew parallel to the ground and I ran as fast and as hard as I could, trying desperately to keep sight of him. His silver hide glinted in the harsh light and reflected some of the red of the sky. I ran for as long as my paws could hold out for. Finally I could stand it no longer and collapsed from exhaustion. I laid there in the grass, panting both from the heat and from my over exertion. The world around me aged. It seemed that I had laid there, just watching the trees grow and then wither. Animals came and went. I saw them adapt, evolve, and eventually change into new things. Then also the land changed. Houses were built first of mud, then wood, and finally cities grew and grew, changed and evolved, then everything crumpled into dust, leaving me laying in my own little space that had been unperverted  by the changes of the world. It took me this long to regain my breath and my strength. I climbed up to paws, and in front of me stood the giant silver dragon. I bowed low, kneeling on my front two limbs. I felt overwhelmed being in his presence. He lowered his head down to a level almost even to mine. I looked up and he touched his muzzle to my nose. Instantly I woke and began my day. Thus was my first encounter with a dragon.

I don’t know what to think of this. It was disorienting. Was this just Keireh dreaming of Tek? Heh, maybe she’s color blind (she swears she’s not though). She wont tell me what she thinks it means.

She thought of Tek all day. She really felt comfortable with him. This is all so new.

It is hard to contain the wrath of a provoked Cougar. She let me go to him today, but I was under strict rules to not allow any physical contact to take place. He looked as if he were going to kill me, but I think the coyote knows better than to take on Cougar.