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mrs-falcon · 4 years ago

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Meseka is real just like your nightmares [SotRW storytelling]

Dreams. The only way how to escape from reality and have a peaceful moment is through dreams. A daydreaming is another beautiful moment in a bussy day. Sometimes those dreams come true, sometimes they don't. But... Some of those dreams may not be as beautiful as we imagine. Sometimes those dreams can turn into nightmares.

A little cat was running along a fence delimiting huge garden. The garden was no longer anyone's property and the fence was slowely falling apart. On the other hand, the overgrown garden seemed magical. Like a fantasy world! A little cat was looking at these giant trees with wide eyes, amazed. She loved outside world, especially the wild one. The cat sneaked through the holey fence into long grass. Millions of blossoming flowers were sweetening the atmosphere, making the garden even more magical. The buzzing and fluttering of wings calmed her head.

Something touched her nose and the kit opened eyes wide in alarm. "A butterfly!" she squeaked in amusement and sneezed a little. The colourful butterfly was about to fly away. "You're not getting out of it that easy!" squeaked the little she-cat one more time and dashed after the butterfly. The little cat was lost in her fantasies and the reality didn't exist for her at this moment.

Soon the kit found herself under the trees. There was a rushing, very calm. The little cat twitched her ears toward the sound and went after it. Soon, her legs brought her to the river bank. A rustling of reeds filled the air. The little cat was amazed - she has never been close to the wild water like this time. She stepped closer to touch the water surface. "Eek!" meowed the kit in alarm. "That's cold!"

A louder rustling drew the she-cat's attention toward the opposite side of the river. The mist was still heavy and the little cat couldn't see well. But... She saw something. Even though the mist was heavy, there was a grey silhouette. A tall silhouette. It wasn't moving. What is it? The little she-cat was scared, she couldn't recognize whoms silhouette it could be. I've never seen an animal similiar to this. Suddenly, the silhouette started to move. The little cat was frozen by fear and could not do anything else except watch that silhouette sliding into the water.

A big hand grabbed her shoulder. The little cat wanted to scream in shock but when she saw who it is, she calmed herself. "Jay!" the little cat hugged her big brother and held him as tight as she could. "Raven!" shouted the grey-ish tom. "I told you not to get away from me!" Raven bowed her head in shame as she heard the anger in her brother's voice. "I'm sorry..." "Let's get out of this place." The tom grabbed his little sister's hand and left the abandomed garden.

"You can't disappear just like that!" the gray tom kept shouting at his sister while they were heading for home. "I was worried about you..." the tom softened his voice and glanced at his sister. Raven kept her gaze down, still ashamed she ran away from her brother. But at the same time she was impatient, she had a question. "Jay..?" the little she-cat looked sadly at her brother. "What is it?" Raven seemed very uneasy with that question and her brother noticed. He immediately stopped. "Raven?" the tom hunkered down to be same height as his sister. He looked worried. "Are... Are there any mammals living in water?" Raven asked shyly, still not looking into her brother's eyes. "What kind of question is that?" the tom was surprised. Raven took deep breath. "Just a moment before you found me by the river, I was someone on the other side of the river." The little she-cat started to shiver. "It seemed to... stare at me and then it slid into the water." Her brother seemed to be shocked by what he just heard. "You should stop have such wild imagination!" the tom smiled and patted her head. "It was probably some otter." Raven wanted to protest but stayed silent. The two were finally by the gate of their home. While Raven ran into the house greeting their mother, Jay looked very subdued. Someone who lives with the water. Jay bristled his fur with fear. I should tell father.

A dusk has fell and it was time to sleep... At least for Raven who was small and needed lot of sleep. She was about to close her eyes but her father entered her room. "Dad!" she squeaked happily. "Are you going to tell me a bed-time fairytale?" "Sort of..." the older tom sat at the edge of Raven's bed. Him and Jay were incredibly similiar... Only Raven seemed to be from different family - she had no signs nor after her father, nor after her mother. Raven shook this thought off and looked at her dad. He never tells her bed-time stories, Raven was excited he changed his mind. But after a while she was confused - it didn't start with 'Long time ago...' like her grandpapa was telling her stories, this wasn't a fairytale at all...

"Today's life is a pleasure, we do as we please, there's no difficulties." the older tom stopped to take a breath and continued. "Life is different now... Not like the time when ancestors walked on this planet." Raven's father gazed at her. Emotionless, cold stare. Raven felt a cold stream running down her spine. "Shouldn't I learn this at school..?" she didn't want to hear about ancients, she feared them. They were nothing like animals nowadays. But her father ignored the question. "Life was tough. Not given but deserved." His gaze was getting colder and colder. "Ancestors had to kill and hunt for their survival. They didn't care who was their prey - elder or a child." Raven didn't want to hear any more of this but she said nothing. "With the time, most of those ancestors died out... But not all of them." The older tom narrowed his eyes. "There are still some ancestors left, like wolves or tigers... But they still live according to their rules. They are still hunting prey, they live in the wild." The gray tom leaned closer to his daughter. "Did you know that fishing cats like to drown their prey first before eating them?" The tom stood up, still looking at his daughter. "Don't walk alone, or Meseka will carry you away." With this last sentence he left the room. Raven couldn't move, nor blink. She was terrified. So... That silhouette was... Raven started to shiver, the tears filled her eyes. She could have been eaten today...

As Raven's father closed the door, he found himself facing his son. "Why did you have to scare her like that?!" Jay told him with anger in his voice. "I only wanted you to warn her from strangers!" Their father kept his steady cold gaze, not changing at all. "And I did." Jay stared at their father in desbelieve. "We all've been told about Meseka in our young age." the older tom smiled a bit. "It's just a fairytale for naughty children." The older tom turned to leave. "Fear is keeping us safe, remember that." Jay watched their father leave in disgust. That's just like him.

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A heavy fog filled the air, there was no sign if it was morning, noon, or afternoon. The time was irrelavant. No breeze, no wind, no birds. Only rustling of reeds. The ground was wet and unsteady, water soaked to the surface with every step. The humidity soaked into the fur, making it heavier just as if you were carrying stones. Suddenly a swift breeze moved reeds, then they stopped. A grey silhouette appeared at the far end of this swamp. It wasn't moving. Only watching. Raven turned to leave by other side, but there was another silhouette. And another one! More and more! They were not moving, only watching. A smell of fear filled the foggy air. The silhouettes looked like cats but with different anatomy. Meseka. One of them moved, then another one followed by others. The silhouettes leaned closer to Raven who dashed away. Not knowing where she was going, Raven ran as fast as she could. But it wasn't enough... The silhouettes caught up with her, scratching her arms and legs to make her fall on the moisty ground. She could not see their faces, only dark shapes. One of them grabbed Raven's leg and she fell on the ground. Swamps turned into night street and silhouettes turned into street rats. The ones who attacked her. Please,no. The rats jumped at her and tore away her ear, then aimed for the eye while others were tirelessly beating her body. She could feels her ribs break, the hot blood pouring and streaming down her face. She had no strength to fight back but she could feel the endless pain.

Raven woke up finding herself to breath heavily. The gray wolf was shaking with her. "C'mon, wake up, kid. Wake up!" As she widened her her eyes, she sat and started to catch her breath, fearful stare. "That's it, deep breath..." The wolf was gently running his hand over her back. "Just a bad dream." Raven crooked her face in pain and broke into tears. "No, it's not..." the young cat sobbed. "It's all real, Vincent." Raven covered her eyes. "Everything!" The wolf couldn't even put in words how much he understood her. He kept her in tight hug until she calm a bit.

If dreams can come true, what does it say about nightmares?

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NOTE:

This is a storytelling which decribes Raven's fears - ancestors (animals before "humanization/domestication"). As you can notice, one of those "words" appears on every side of the picture - it's "Meseka", written in one of India's native languages, which stands for "fishing cat". I tried to mix those letters with another similiar language where the fishing cat is native. Text up and down says "Meseka - she is real" while the letters on sides of the picture are runes (since Raven's family roots are in Great Britain, close to northern mythology) saying "Beware od Meseka". And of course - a symbolism of water turning into darkness. The universe/world where my anthro OCs are living (Raven, Vincent, Frederich, ...) is called "Shadows of the Real World (SotRW)". (hopefully I'll make better explanation in my characters' bios what that world is ... but by how it sounds I think it's clear enough)

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