Cloud sees the rising black but - again - he locks up for a second. Geostigma
He's been free of it for less than a week.
He'd thought he was free of it -
His own cry, high pitched and younger than it had a right to be, coming from a body that isn't his, jerks him out of the moment and it spurs him forward. So much easier to react than deal with whatever is going on. Has he fallen into the Lifestream again somehow? Is that why he's dreaming in multiples?
It's a question that will thankfully have to wait until later as his paws clear the edge of the cliff he's been on. It isn't a horizontal leap. That would have shot him far over the last crumpling remains of the tiny island as well as the much closer edge the younger version of him clung to. Instead, with all the logic of a dream and his own history with ignoring some of the laws of physics if he moves fast enough, he charges down the side of the cliff, claws like steel pitons, outracing gravity. He pushes off before he reaches the level his counterpart struggles to hold on to, a quick launch that brings him skidding to a stop right at those fingers. Loose bits of dirt and rock wash out in front of him and over the kid. This time he doesn't wait to see if the younger version of him feels like it or not. There's a quick snatch at leather harness and cloth, teeth rougher than before and, if he manages the catch, the younger him is getting snapped up and over his shoulder. At which point he can either hang on to a suddenly much larger wolf than was there seconds ago or go ass over end because Cloud's spinning toward the open road, intent on bolting.
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He's been free of it for less than a week.
He'd thought he was free of it -
His own cry, high pitched and younger than it had a right to be, coming from a body that isn't his, jerks him out of the moment and it spurs him forward. So much easier to react than deal with whatever is going on. Has he fallen into the Lifestream again somehow? Is that why he's dreaming in multiples?
It's a question that will thankfully have to wait until later as his paws clear the edge of the cliff he's been on. It isn't a horizontal leap. That would have shot him far over the last crumpling remains of the tiny island as well as the much closer edge the younger version of him clung to. Instead, with all the logic of a dream and his own history with ignoring some of the laws of physics if he moves fast enough, he charges down the side of the cliff, claws like steel pitons, outracing gravity. He pushes off before he reaches the level his counterpart struggles to hold on to, a quick launch that brings him skidding to a stop right at those fingers. Loose bits of dirt and rock wash out in front of him and over the kid. This time he doesn't wait to see if the younger version of him feels like it or not. There's a quick snatch at leather harness and cloth, teeth rougher than before and, if he manages the catch, the younger him is getting snapped up and over his shoulder. At which point he can either hang on to a suddenly much larger wolf than was there seconds ago or go ass over end because Cloud's spinning toward the open road, intent on bolting.