I woke up in a funk that has been eating at me since yesterday, so I decided that I'd take y'all on the journey to finding my butterfly fields (my happy). It's not that I'm angry or upset, I'm more perplexed / frustrated type of irritable mixed with confused as I stand at a crossroads fork, pondering what to do. I hate feeling like I'm standing still, I hate waiting though I know patience is the key but much like most people, I like my instant gratification damn it! Anyways, for you to see as I do you need to look through my eyes which can be a bit... strange to understand but all I ask is that you roll with it and hopefully I can write it out in such a way that it plays out like a psycho sci-fi draped in medieval-post apocalyptical land scaping. (yes, I know... welcome to my world.)
Upon the dried plains of a barren landscape the figure of a man, draped in a ragged and dust covered cloak, stands at the cross road looking down each path as though he's unsure which of the worn path to take. A mild wind blows up the parched earth and causes his cloak to billow out as he takes in the barren landscape, pondering, while taking in a slow long pull of his cigar that never seems to burn down further than the half of which is left between his fingers. He's dressed in old leathers that have seen far better days, wearing goggles with dark tint as though the sunlight wherein he finds himself upon this land of givvafuks, would burn through the back of his skull had he not had them. He snorts and grumbles his discontent, "I hate this place..." He says to an unseen presence that he feels more than sees. "Nothing, nowhere..." He grumbles on when his unseen partner choses to stay silent. Glancing over his shoulder he reaffirms himself that the path is correct, and that the ghostly thin red line hasn't altered course somewhere, but has brought him here. He gives a deep, irritated growl. "Fine." He snarls out as his eyes come back to the fork wherein the line ceases to move forward for him to follow. Unceremoniously he drops into a crossed legged position, letting his body take the pain of the impact as it lands on sunbaked earth. Pain is life, both are temporary but if you feel one, the other is close at hand... its when you feel nothing, that life loses meaning to the point of wondering if one is truly alive at all. He takes one more drag from his smoke before flicking it into the air wherein it simply vanishes as he slowly exhales the delicious flavors from between his lips and closes his eyes while placing his hands palms up in a meditation form, upon his knees. Behind his lids he watches as the forks before him seem to spring into life and fast-forward with almost blurring speed as they open up to all the foreseeable events and paths that may present themselves if he chose to follow that particular path. Like a tree the paths branched out, growing ever broader till his mind struggled to keep focus with all the choices, options, fall out, benefits of each path. Time moved differently here so how long he stayed there may have been minutes, hours or weeks but finally unable to hold the visions together they began to smash into one another, twisting and straining like vines trying to reach the forest canopy. With a feeling of a strong impacting force happening around him, he opens his eyes, bringing the vision to its end, with no more conclusion on which of the forks to take than he had originally started with.
The darkness of the forest that had fallen from the sky to form around him and change his landscape, enveloped him, filling his ears with the sounds of night. "About damn time." He says to his unseen partner. He takes in a deep breath of relief, enjoying the smells of the dead leaf forest floors, the earthen tones of damp woods and mushrooms before pushing his goggles up to his forehead, revealing orbs of hazel, yellow, blue and green swirling eyes who's pattern seemed to slow till they found which color best set his mood. Blinking his hazel eyes of numb indecision he leaned his weight onto one fist he slowly rose to his feet. Here, he didn't need the ghostly red line to lead him. All paths go to the Elder Tree and it's pull on him was like a soft set of fingers beckoning him to come forth and hear it's wisdom. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, that formed as his hand moved to it's comforting pommel. The forest may feel like home but it was never a safe place for the unwary traveler. He scanned the trees and area around him, knowing that unseen eyes were watching him, waiting for the right moment or opportunity to pounce and devour him. "Morning..." He said to those he could not see, as his hand reached up to tap the rim of his cloak. A few steps towards the middle of the forest wherein the Elder Tree grows and the movement of a small white rabbit catches his attention as it hops onto the path before him. She glances back with abnormally long lashes for a rabbit and winks before giving a light squeak as she begins to hop before him, staying two strides before him. "Did you sleep well, my beautiful Bunny?"
"Yes, Master." The bunnies lovely soft voice caresses through his mind. "Beast keeps eye over my burrow and shadows my every movement, just as you promised he would."
"Good." he says as he continues to make his way through the forest, drawing ever closer to the Elder Tree. He watches his bunny, hop on, most likely aware that he was staring at her rump as she wiggles her tail and cast a shy look back at him. In the trees around them and along the path a song plays as though reading his thoughts:
Night and Day
As the song ends: "I'm sorry about last night." Bunny said, as her soft little furry body begins to quake and grow, fur giving way to form around flesh as she morphed into a humanoid body. Only the bunny tail stayed in place as the rest of her fur outline the accents of her body from rabbit feet to human knees, up to the delicate human hair. Her long bunny ears twitched as she turned, covering her breast with her arms and taking hold of the charm attached to the thick collar around her neck. Her head bowed slightly, and her eyes cast down from sorrow and concern. "I let my anxiety get the best of me..."
He stops to take her into his embrace and kisses the spot between her ears. "I don't understand, my Slave." He says soft but sternly.
"I know..." She says and starts into an explanation of what it's like to live with anxiety.
"Stop, Bunny. I don't need you to explain anxiety. I've live with it, TR had it, I know about what it's like. You are not understanding my conflict, hence we have come here to seek advise from the Elder Tree." He places her at arms length, letting his hand slide down her arm and gently take her hand before stepping around her and leading her on. Together they walked in silence till they came to the mushroom ring that precedes the Elder Tree, who's branches encompass a broad area of land, leaving it to stand tall and strongest among the forest. As they reached the center of the large ring of Fairy Mushroom, Bunny dropped to he knees, squeezing his hand tight in hopes that he would stop. She had learned to trust her master's word, for in the past she would have worried that he would drag her out of the ring without mercy or concern but now... She knew this was the place of free conversation and he would respect it if she done what was required to invoke the rights.
"I wish to know, Master" She said, pulling her hair to the side as she bared her neck to him. He kept her hand as he turned to gaze with admiration at her prone form, submitted in trusting vulnerability to him.
"What do you wish to know, my Slave?" He asked, acknowledging the rights claimed by her actions.
"You push me to grow, more than anybody I've ever known and because of this... I wish to know why you are so conflicted." She asked, being as direct as possible. He squeezed her hand reassuringly before letting her hand go and sighing heavy. His hand reached out to the side and plucked his half smoked cigar from the nothingness that it had evaporated into. Like in the western movies of old, he snapped his thumb over the matchstick that formed from nowhere in his other hand but lit none the less as though being drawn across a striker. Taking a draw from his smoke, he began to explain in the best way that he could, on how her timing of releasing her anxiety combined with the topic, right after time of giving her great pleasure was ill thought and unwarranted. It was undermining of the action, demeaning of its value and placing things in an unacceptable order of values. While they conversed, shadows slide across the distance from the edge of the forest to gather and form into shadowy creatures at the edge of the ring, hissing distractions and decent at the two but neither broke the focus from the other and in moments of the creatures forming, claws and fangs descended upon them in destructive force, rending them mercilessly as Beast forced them back into the forest of doubt and unknown fear. When the two had finished their conversation, he looked upon her with pride. How this little Bunny challenged him to grow also, she may never be fully aware but every victory they come to cause him to desire her all the more... and the mushrooms began to sing:
I got a Woman
The sky that was once dark, lightened into an overcast and the area between the Fairy Ring and Elder Tree seem to spring to life as flowers grew and butterflies began to flutter from one to the next. He stretched out his hand to her and she slipped hers into his, to be risen up off the ground and pulled into a kiss.
"I love you, Bunny." He said, laying his forehead to hers.
"I love you, Masters." She said, giving a side glance as the Beast who winked back and grinned with the glee that only comes to him when he's been able to kill... anything. He rubbed his knuckles between his leather and scaly pecks, giving her a grunt, then repeated the action over where his dark heart was told to be. Together they exited the ring and the three made their way towards Elder Tree with Bunny leading the way as he had ushered her to do so. He looked at Beast, then back at her swaying ass that jiggled ever so slightly with every step and the flowers began to sing:
As they approached the trunk of the Elder tree, the three touched its rough bark and paused a moment to give thanks before He and Beast looked at Bunny with an obvious need to be sated...
Turn down for what
In but a moment of blissful reaffirmation, the Forest shimmered, the barren plains wherein he had sat at a fork gave way to fields of life, and the ghostly red line shot off in the direction to take. Her hand in his, the three began down the new path wherein she walked in the brightness of day, Beast in the darkness of night, and Max in the overcast of the in-between.
Thank you for taking this journey with me, and if you couldn't tell, the situation that I start out with in this blog has be rectified during it's creation. So umm... you may wanna go take a shower, it was a bit messy... ut um. 😉😈