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Um... Yeah... Braindead here trying to actually write something. So here's a prologue/teaser from Hell that took me six hours to write. -_- But I will persevere! After two years of distractions and such I feel that I really need to put some force behind my resolve so I can start writing again for real. And this story is what came up first... Let's hope that I actually have it completed some day. ~.~
I also took the liberty to make a slight rework with my grammar even though I still know nothing about that technical stuff. So it may be just as bad or worse than usual.
You can comment in this thread, but I don't expect any. Particularly for the little I have to start with right now. XD
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He couldn't feel his legs as he ran, so scared was he that his legs operated on their own volition as he dodged and weaved around one tree after another. His heart thundered in his chest, and part of what had him scared thundered on his chest as a pair of breasts that bounced unrestricted in accordance with his movements. Then, as focused on escaping as he was, he yelped in surprise when his long hair was snared on a branch. Distracted by the pull and the pain, the bare toes of his right foot collided with a tree root and he tripped, crying out in pain even as his left shoulder collided with the rough bark of a tree that spun him around and caused him to land on the forest floor with his back.
"No, no, no..." He whimpered as he scurried back, adrenaline washing away the sensations of his wounds and the pine needles and cones that his hands, feet and naked backside worked across.
Already he could feel the dreaded presence of the creature coming upon him, but he was too frightened and confused to get up and run like he had been doing before. Instead he continued his literal backtracking until he entered a clearing that hadn't been there before, something that escaped his attention since his focus was elsewhere. But he did, indeed, take notice when he realized that the creature had no trouble fitting inside the relief of trees, it's monstrous and hulking form suddenly coalescing into being from the streamers of shadows that entered the clearing from among the trees.
The sight of the creature made his heart cower within his throat, and all of his movement ceased because at that very instant his back encountered an obstacle that felt like a tree. All too convenient, he knew, but that realization never reached his fear-clouded mind. And it was true because the whole scenario played upon his fears, from being alone in the forest and away from civilization to the unmistakable culmination of his fears into one entity. One of his greatest fears was of the unknown dangers, so most of the creature was beshadowed and lacked definition, with the exception of its massive size, smoldering red eyes, gleaming, drool-lathered teeth, long and serrated claws that dripped blood, the foul stench that reminded him of or made him envision various terrible things, and the sound of its growls, grunts and the distinct annihilation of whatever it tread upon.
Even as the creature made its agonizingly-slow approach, he knew that he was only dreaming. But never before had he experienced such a fright nor had he ever been unable to wake up from his dreams before; in fact, despite all of his practice with escaping unpleasantries, his best attempt wasn't good enough. It seemed that he would have to deal with his nightmare, something he had little experience with since he had taken to using the easier method that was the retreat from, and the restart of, his dreams. So he tried to will the creature away but still nothing happened and it still advanced, slowly but surely. His eyes stung and expelled tears because of the creature's stench while he held his gaze with its own, a weak act of defiance in light of its dominating presence. He tried again, using what skill he had in controlling his dreams, but his nightmare didn't end. To him it felt like he had been stripped of all of his power, left weak, vulnerable and confused.
Just within the outskirts of his consciousness he thought that he had sensed disappointment directed toward him even as one of the creature's disfigured-appearing arms rose in preparation for a strike, its claws spread out and leveled by whatever it had for fingers. A feeling of hopelessness overtook him and he clenched his eyes closed in much the same manner that he clenched his legs against his torso with his arms, tucking his head behind his knees as he retreated in the best way that he knew how in light of the fear that drove him. Numerous thoughts raced through his mind, denying the possibility of the situation, expressing his desire to live rather than die, wondering what had gone wrong and why it was happening to him.
However, instead of whatever dreadful development that he had expected, he gasped in surprise when he felt the anxiety, that had been imposed upon him, leave him suddenly to be replaced by the sound and sharp mind that he had grown to be familiar with in his dreams. Raising his head and opening his eyes, he couldn't help watching silently as the creature and the forest environment around him melted and dissolved until nothing but darkness pervaded everything. Curious about this turn of events, realizing but not focusing on his unchanged but healed body, he stood up as if there were something to stand on in the endless void, wondering what to think.
Soon he sensed a welcoming presence from beyond the darkness, something that conveyed benevolence and a bunch of other traits that were being projected that he could only identify as being maternal. The darkness broke into a soft but dark blue hue before him, growing brighter and more pervasive as he felt the presence come closer, as if it were approaching through a wall of translucent substance. And then, like magic, she appeared directly before him, as if from nowhere. The sight of her took his breath away, though that did nothing to express the awe that he truly felt; so awed was he, in fact, that he hardly registered her approach or the questions that he had by the time that she embraced his stunned yet slack body.
"Rest, my child." She whispered, her dulcet voice inhumanly soothing. "For now it is best."
As if entranced, he was agreeable and didn't protest in any way, even as she planted a tender kiss upon his forehead. His world, then, began to fade from his open eyes; his blue world, filled with blue skin, kind blue eyes and blue lips that conveyed a warm smile which seemed fitting despite the whole color scheme. A second was all it took before he left his dreamscape and he fell, completely, into a deep, peaceful state of sleep.
