vo0d0ogirl's blog: "The Vo0d0o That You Do"

This is a dream sequence from a story I started writing last spring that I've recently been inspired (or instructed) to pick back up.  The scene is a but more flowery than the rest of the book...it's intention to be more mystical than the rest although I think it might just come off kind of grocery-store-romance-novel-y.  I apologize in advance...and enough with the excuses. 

I see blackness; nothing before me but endless starless night. 

Subtly, I begin to sense things.  A cool, calm wind brushes over me, soft earth beneath my feet but I see nothing.  I’m aware that my eyes are closed, but I feel no fright, no need to search my surroundings. 

He is there, and I am safe.   

A hand, large and warm, grips mine.  It’s solid, thick and calloused.  I feel the strength as it wraps around mine.  The sandpaper fingers rest gently against mine, the leathery palm pushes comfortingly, firmly, into my own. 

His voice, warm like the summer wind, whispers to me “Don’t move, don’t even breath”. 

As his words reach me my breath catches and my stomach flips.  On a cliff like that of fear, but pulsing with a deeper excitement, I stand as still as possible.

“Do you feel it?”

I can’t speak.  I shake my head and feel my hair whip against my cheeks.  Still seeing nothing, straining every sense to gather information.  I grip the hand tightly. 

“Dig into the earth,” he whispers.  His lips at my ear do not touch me, but his breath as he speaks makes me shiver. 

I push my feet into the ground and wait.  A deep rumbling, almost undetectable, scatters dust over my bare legs. 

“They’re coming.  Wait now.  Stay perfectly still.”  His voice is soothing and deep, with a slight drawl.  I want him to continue but I am unable to express it.  My mind seems absent, unaware of anything but the words he speaks.  I wait. 

I have no idea who they are, who he is.  I should feel panic, I should run.  I don’t move.  I am aware of nothing but his voice and the slowly mounting vibration of the earth beneath me.  There is no fear, just a tension mounting in my abdomen, a pulse of adrenaline waiting to burst outward.  I wait, and I listen for the voice.   

The movement beneath my feet is more present now, a soft and steady thumping from some distance away.  There is a rhythmic quality to the movement, and I begin to hear a rolling, pounding sound coming in time with the vibration of the earth.  Anticipation boils up inside me and the urge to run pulses through me but I stay, anchored by the hand in mine. 

He must feel my tension rising, because the hand squeezes mine.  It’s soothing and thrilling all at once.  My head swims, I drown in thoughtlessness.  I try to speak again, and find a whisper.

“Now?” 

He shushes me close to my ear and I shudder gently and my heart thuds rapidly with anticipation, still waiting.

The sound, like distant thunder, pounds more loudly and urgently.  The vibrations grow stronger as the thumping continues to build, shaking my legs and setting me off balance.  I fall into him, a thick arm wraps around me and catches me.  Leaning on his shoulder I hear him say “Now.”

I open my eyes and see them, hundreds of them, coming rapidly and gracefully down the hill in waves of black and brown.  Hooves beating the ground mercilessly and beautifully, tracing a path into the open valley we stand in.  I gasp at the incredible sight and stand upright, leaning closer to the massive movement. They’re closer still, and I can see individual shapes, manes and tails whipping, large dark eyes focused on the horizon.

I feel him behind me, his words in my ear again “The herd has been running wild in these hills, like you and I.”  The fluttering in my abdomen has returned, tinged with a desire unknown until now.  I know what we’ve been doing in these hills somehow, like a distant memory on the edge of a dream that my mind cannot find but my body recalls.   

The horses move closer now, bleeding into the valley and spreading outward in every direction.  The noise is massive, rushing bodies and rapid feet.  I’ve never seen anything so natural, so wonderful. 

I’m overcome by childlike curiosity; I want to run with them, merge into the mass of muscle and majesty.  I’m also becoming more and more aware of him…the thick scent of dust and sweat and musk rising behind me, the taut ropelike muscles of his arms around me.  I’m consumed by the desire to melt into him, into the stallions, into this moment.  To live and breathe and be here forever, wherever this is. 

For the first time in my life, I feel peace and unity and excitement and overpowering joy and belonging…like I’ve finally come home to a part of the world, a part of myself, that I didn’t know was gone. 

The body behind me bends as the rush of wind from the stampede whips soft cotton fabric around my legs.  Rough stubble caresses my cheek as his lips meet my neck.  My eyes close again and I’m lost in the labyrinth of this unknown man and unknown place which feel so much more like me than anything else in this world.

The blackness returns; no sensation, just sleep, and a rapidly spreading ache in my chest for the feeling, the man, and the moment to return. 

....So yeah...uh...terribly embarassed *lol*  But the premise of the story and other pieces of it are coming together.  All eight pages so far =P  I have it in my head, just need the ambition and follow through to put it on paper.  Thank you for reading if you took the time to. <3