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|Breeding Dreams (standard:romance, 901 words)|
|Author: Chrysalis||Added: Sep 15 2000||Views/Reads: 3013/5||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Even mythical creatures love and lose..and know the pain of moving on with life..|
She woke from the dream while the sun was still shining..but the sky was no longer turquoise and filled with lofty clouds..The light was weak and white in a steel grey sky. She watched the sea which was no longer blue green and beautiful. It too was grey and boiled irritably with little wavelets of white. She sat up. In her dream she had worn a dress with a crisp white collar. In its place, she had wound dead dried weeds around her shoulders. She shrugged them off with a crackling sound. Her midsection writhed and she was suddenly very very hungry. She licked her dried cracked lips with a rasping tongue. From the aging dock where she lay, she lowered herself into the greying water. The cold damp felt soothing to her parched skin. And she dove to feel the water slice over the gills behind her ears like a cool caress. She fleetingly wondered how long she had slept this time. She rose to the surface in a graceful arc ..raising herself up by the worn rings of the ladder at the end of the dock. The neat cottage on the rocks had withered to a shack..one end of the roof had collapsed tiredly in on itself and the far wall hung out over the sea beseechingly. She shuddered and thought of the man holding his hands out to her in despair.."But what can i do??.."She blinked her double lidded eyes. He had built the cabin over the rocks over a natural pool that opened to the sea via a hidden cave under the water..so she could come and go on those nights when the whale song made her restless.. Ahh she had loved him so..he was such a part of the dream..And he loved her back..Right from the night she had climbed into his boat from the wet and rotted rungs of his net. He had pulled her aboard stroking knarled hands over her dark pearly scales and whistling softly under his red, slightly greying beard. He had called her soothing words she did not know the meanings to. She had placed her wet chilly lips over his warm ones..smelling her marine scent mix with the tobacco/lager/man smell of him til he gasped and gathered her to his lap and kissed her voraciously..lost to her silent invitation..not flinching from her even when the tissue and sinew gave way..and her tail parted as legs..revealing her sex to him. He had built her a home, fed her, clothed her, taught her to speak of a fashion, made her the bride of his lonely life. He was always laughing..His strange light eyes twinkling at her..even wheen she made peevish noises through the blow hole in her upper back. He loved her well and she loved him back through the years..living out the dream and the years in the little cottage by the sea. She was content to sit at night by the fire and listen to his garbled harsh words. She was content to lay at night in their narrow bed his thick hands stroking her green-black hair til his even breathes turned to snores..then she would return to the sea to replenish herself and feed. She returned damp and happy before the sun broke over the water to his waiting embrace tucking her into his side and sometimes turning her under him for love.. He began to age. She did not. She was furious with him. Irritated with his slow fumbling gait. With the white patches of his beard and then the hair of his head. His face crumpled to a mass of wizened wrinkles and his strong body withered and bent. His fingers turned thick and horned. His man part no longer pleasured her..remaining soft and disinterested. He was leaving her..she knew. She watched him with baleful eyes..pleading with her husky squeals not to go..to stop growing old..to stay and love her always..she did not want the change.. He cried and wheezed his pain..He did not want to leave her..their years together were not enough..But soon..too soon..he sickened..and she lay next to their bed..her eyes unable to shed the tears she carried inside..she waited and bathed his lips with water and watched the flame of fever dance in his eyes.. "Don't die.." she rasped urgently..her mouth close to his ear. "Beloved.." he cried in return, "I am a man..only a man..what would you have me do??" his old hands reached out for her. "Live.." she thought dully. Soon after..he died. She crawled out by the sea..and longed with all her heart to join him..She slept..she dreamed..And now she had awakened from the dream. She swam slowly and awkwardly through the dark waters..entered the cave and ascended the pool into the cottage.Her head broke over the water..and she turned in a circle. The place was sadly in ruin..Creatures and weeds had claimed the space for their own. The fireplace was black and empty spilling over with inky dirt. The fallen roof shielded the bed they had shared..and yet..from a corner of the rubble..a white bony hand extended..fingers reaching endlessly for her.. She shuddered..and then felt the calf move restlessly within her again. This dream was over. She needed to return to the bounty of the sea to give their child life. The dream would happen again..someday..when the urge to breed would bring her back to the living world. And men. Tweet
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