Moon Burns

Capitulo 1 - Despertares (pt.1)

Acordei no meio de sangue e pêlo.
Outra daquelas noites em que só me consigo recordar vagamente do que se passou. Houve uma altura em que o sangue e o pêlo me fizeram mais confusão. No inicio. Quando ainda não estava à vontade com a minha verdadeira natureza.
Sinto o sol a bater-me na cara e só então me apercebo que estou completamente nu, deitado numa clareira no meio de um bosque. Melhor. Assim as hipóteses de ter ferido alguém são menores.
Há uns meses atrás, sentir-me-ia incomodado pela situação em que me encontro. Mas agora nem o sangue, o meu próprio sangue, nem o pêlo sujo e colado ao meu corpo nu incomodam minimamente.
Tudo graças a ela.
A experiência ensinou-me que a primeira coisa a fazer é sair daqui e encontrar roupa. Embora esteja num sítio aparentemente isolado nunca se sabe os danos que posso ter causado e quem pode estar à minha procura. Depois disso preciso rever os acontecimentos da noite passada e descobrir o que fiz.
E claro encontrar um telefone…

~*~
O meu nome é Angelo Donovan e sou arqueólogo.
Uma noite há três anos durante uma escavação junto a um templo em ruínas no Novo México, na qual estava encarregue de fazer trabalho de investigação, fui atacado por um animal de grande porte. O ferimento foi de tal forma grave e forte que instantaneamente desmaiei. Quando voltei a recuperar os sentidos estava dentro de uma caverna. E lá estava ela. Estava deitada ao meu lado, o cabelo negro caía sobre o seu corpo nu e perfeito. Parecia dormir profundamente. Estava ali a perfeita oportunidade para fugir mas algo me impedia de ir embora. Algo me impedia de a deixar. Algo tão básico como uma atracão animal.
Ela tinha agora os olhos abertos e fitava-me. Instintivamente, e quase sem me aperceber, dirigi-me na sua direcção. Quando cheguei à beira dela, agarrei-a nos meus braços e mordi-lhe suavemente no ombro. Ela retribuiu o ‘beijo’, mordendo-me suavemente na parte de trás do meu pescoço. O sangue dela enchia a minha boca. Sangue espesso, suave e quente. Por muito que viva nunca esquecerei o paladar e o cheiro quase doce daquele sangue.
Ela parou e falou com uma voz suave.
- Calma pequenino. Se continuas assim ainda vais ficar doente.
E afastou a minha cabeça do ombro dela e beijando-me suavemente.

Continua...

(Imagem por DSC)

Esta história será colocada no blog com a maior regularidade possivel, sendo que, no pior dos casos, espero eu, uma vez por semana. Ainda está a ser escrita por isso podem ir dando as vossas opiniões e também conselhos, que provavelmente não seguirei mas pode ser que tenham sorte...
(uma das coisas em que podem ajudar é em nomes que eu passo-me a arranja-los...)

Brothers

Esta história é baseada em algumas personagens mitológicas ligeiramente alteradas. todos buscamos inspiração as coisas de que gostamos. E alteramo-las para melhor servirem o efeito que queremos...mas acima de tudo não passou de uma experiência...


Once upon a time, in the time when magic still existed in this world, there were two brothers who lived in the distant lands of the North.
They were best friends and they went everywhere together
They lived in a big castle with their father. They were princes and their father was the ruler of all the Northlands. He was a good king. And a wise one too. Sometimes he sat for hours hearing the people, one hand in his white beard, looking at them with his only eye. The other, some said, he had given in exchange for knowledge.
The king loved his children and gave them anything they wanted. But they didn't want much. A field of green grass to run on or a silvery stream of water to bathe in was enough for them. But most of the times all they wanted was to sit near the good hearted guardian of the bridge on the border of their kingdom and hear stories about the realms beyond it.
The boys were very different from each other. While they were both good hearted and kind, one was stronger and with long blond hair, and the other lacking in strength was fast as an arrow and had dark ebony hair.
One day as they played in the castle they saw two packages been given to the king. One by a short bulky man and the other by a tall slender woman that blend in the shadows of the room.
Later that day, the grand vizier came to their room and hurried them to the King's Hall. They had only been there once, and that was when they were born. The Hall was full with important people from the kingdom.
The king rose from his throne, one wolf at each side and two crows perching in a wall near it.
"My sons" said the king "the day when you become men is at hand. From now on you depend on yourselves. And the Kingdom depends on you"
"But first I have something for you" he went to a wooden box and took two items.
"Come forward my sons. And receive these offerings."
"To you my son" turning to the older "I'll give you this bow. You shall have speed by your side when you need it the most"
"To you Child of my heart" he said to the younger "I’ll give you this hammer a sign of strength hoping it never fail you"
"Thank you All Father" they said together.
That night they didn't slept making plans for their journeys.
The next week the princes went on their first journey, and lived many adventures. They always returned with the same happiness they had left.
One day a messenger from one of the noble houses came to the royal gardens where the princes rested.
"My lady was on the woods alone and was taken by a group of giants" he said.
The princes went as fast as they can to find her. It took them three weeks to find the giants lair.
They got off the horses and started their way on foot.
In a second they were surrounded.
With a move of his hammer the prince took two giants opening a way for his brother. Arrows have no utility in close combat so he had to open a way. His brother started to run for the opening.
As he did this another giant hit his brother sending him one way and his hammer the other. Seeing an open enemy the giants run to the fallen prince. The other prince looked at his brother. Then at the castle. He saw the hammer. He raised it. He looked around again. His brother surrounded. A lady in a castle full of giants. Then he saw it. A forest near there. They could lose the giants there.
His brother screamed.
He had started to run.
His brother screams were louder. The forest was near.
He was almost dead when he reached his land.
A blessing they said. One came back after both had been considered dead.
He kept his brother weapon as his own.
The people said that when he used the hammer thunders could be heard in the sky.
And as time passed by no one remembered anymore the weapon's true owner.
Except for him.
And his brother.

Psychos

Este pequeno devaneio teve origem nos confins da minha mente quando uma frase de um filme ficou na minha cabeça. Comecei a colocar essa frase em vários contextos e este foi o que mais me agradou...


- Hello my name is Michael and I…

This was all she needed to hear to know that she was completely taken by this man.
Milla had been swept away by his deep brown eyes, and his voice made her feel calm and safe. She had seen him in the meetings for quite some time but never had the courage to talk to him. And he always kept himself apart, not talking to anyone and leaving the building when the reunion was finished. Not even when Mrs. Donovan brought those amazing rice cakes. When he got up and made his way to the stand she was amazed.
He wasn’t very well built but he was tall. And while slim he had a presence that made him look like the only thing in the room, at least for her. His hair was cut short but his beard was beginning to grow.
She always imagined why he came to the reunion… He looked so down to earth, so controlled. She knew why some of them came here every Wednesday. Jody had her anger management, Brent his personality disorder, and herself her desire to be mistreated. But him? The mysterious man whose name she had just discovered? What could be the reason that made him come here every week?
She took a deep breath and listened.

- …well, I like to dissect girls.

There was a silent moment.

- I come here for about two, no, three months now. Hearing you. Seeing if there is anything I can learn to help myself, or that I can do to change this… condition. And you know what I discovered? You are a bunch of sore losers. I’m insane, sorry, no I’m not. I am utterly insane and I am proud of it. I don’t want to change. I don’t want to be ‘cured’. Fuck. I don’t have a disease. I have a hobby. And I tell you guys something: it is a blast. And the thing that I crave more when I put my feet out off this door his to find a beautiful woman and do amazing things with her body. Hell. I even imagined some of the people in this room under my blade.
There was absolute silence in the room. No one even made a move or sound.

- Well, I’m off. Sorry about you guys. Hope at least some of you get in touch with yourselves someday. Be good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.

He smiled. And made his way to the door.

- Oh, I was almost forgetting. Did you know that Mrs. Donovan puts tranquilizers in the rice cakes?
Milla got up and run to the door.
- Wait! – She screamed. – I want to talk to you.
- Milla right? –She looked at him amazed. – Ok. Let’s grab a coffee.

Sandman

Enough

Este texto surgiu numa noite em claro durante a qual ouvia incessantemente um cd de uma banda de Seattle e durante uma musica pensei "e se ela se fartasse da situação?"...



She was lying in the bed.
As the door started to open she pushed herself under the covers.
"He is coming", she thought, as she pressed harder beneath the soft silken sheets.
The soft light from the corridor came through the door revealing a slender, but still imposing figure at the doorway.
His eyes are bright as he looks around the room.
Searching.
Her slight figure is almost unnoticeable under the multiple layers of sheets and covers in the bed. After all it is still winter.
He enters the room and closes the door softly behind him.
He lit a small lamp in the dressing table.
The light is too bright for a moment. Her eyes were already used to the darkness.
As the man starts to get undressed she sees the marks on his back. Marks from fighting.
He had battled in many of their country wars but those marks were mainly from fighting for fun.
How many men those hands hadn't hurt. Even kill.
She had felt those same hands more than once.
He finishes himself up. And makes his way to the bed.
He stops, noticing her. He makes his way to her side of the bed.
She shivers.
He kisses her on the head, not realizing she's awake, and he lays himself on the bed by her side.
They remain there, still, for several minutes.
His hand starts moving.
So does hers.
The last thing he sees is the reflection of the lamp on the dressing table in the small dagger on her hand.
"Not anymore", she cries to herself.
The dagger falls.
Again…
And again…
And again…