▥ for you and Zekoa
(( And…here..we..go!! ))
After some time of spending time with Zinaji, watching a few movies and discussing further questions Zinaji had for her to explain. Finally the door had made a click sound. The two heard the sound and Zinaji not wanting to be left alone would she open the door with Zinaji holding her small hand in his. Upon opening the door, she would just find herself some place completely dark. Okay, she didn’t mind the dark at all. But when it’s pitch black that you can’t even see any source of light, that freaked her out. She didn’t even feel Zinaji’s hand holding hers anymore, as if he vanished. “Zinaji? Did you let go of my hand?” She quieted to listen for him. Great, she lost the only character that is afraid of the dark! And where the hell was she?
Not hearing Zinaji’s whines or even a respond of words. “Okay….walking through that door obviously separated us.” She sighed. “Perfect…now what?” It took her a while but she soon began to walk forward, extending her hands out to feel around but all she felt was nothing while she took careful steps forward. “Zinaji!?” She called once more.
"Dere ain’ no Zinaji ‘ere lady.." Spoke a much deeper voice, with a wolfish tone.
Amanda stopped her movements entirely, standing in the middle of darkness. Which one was this one!? “Zekoa?”
From darkness would the area come to life, the sound of a crackling fire. A hearth fire pit that had been created by a drawing. A iron hearth gate with a wolf head at the front, the eyes seeming to flicker by the flames behind it. The sitting room that her friend took the time and effort to draw and now she was actually standing in it. “Whoa?” She was standing infront of a very large couch and can feel the warmth of the fire. Looking around the room and felt the softness of a rug under her feet. Taking the moment to look at the room with a mix of crow and wolf decor and the two tiki masks hanging on the wall.
"Welcome to me cozy ‘ome.." Spoke Zekoa.
Turning around to find him lounging back on the couch, smoke pipe in hand with a relaxed smile. A arm bent back to have his hand behind his head as the other held the pipe. If she thought Zinaji was tall, Zekoa looked even bigger. “You know if Kor’akk seen you lounging back all casual like that, he would be all over you right about now.” She chuckled out.
Zekoa grinned wolfishly. “As to be expected…if ‘e were ‘ere.” He pushed himself to sit up more, patting the couch for her to sit as he removed his legs from being stretched out across. “Come and sit…I got no idea why of all dreams you be ‘ere. But as a dream walker…I seen alot of crazy shit wit’ Crow song. Other dreams dat we visited…” He motioned a free hand to the air. “So what brings ya’ to my side o’tha’ world?”
Approaching the large couch she settled herself to sit next to the big guy. Lifting her shoulders to shrug. “Yeah I know the story between you and Kor. What I do not know is why I am here. I just spent what felt like hours talking and watching movies with Zinaji…” She paused in thought before the realization. “Oh shit!? Where is he anyway!? He didn’t want to be alone and he’s obviously not here!” From sitting she hopped up back onto the floor, looking around for Zinaji.
Zekoa placed his pipe down in his pipe holder tray. “Whoa…whoa relax dere lady. Loa..for a creator ya’ sure do show dat ya’ care…even with all tha’ shit you put me and Kor through. And don’ worry about ‘im….’es fine and you know it. If you imagine ‘im some where…dat where ‘e be.” He waved a hand toward her before he scooped her up in one hand to drop her off back onto the couch. "Now sit on down…"
Before she can answer she was lifted with ease, settled back onto the couch. A small frown. “Of course I care….what makes you think I do not? And…hmmm…” She thought on where to place Zinaji to ensure he was some where safe. “You got a point about Zin.”
Zekoa smirked as he picked his pipe back up to smoke, taking in a breath before he breathed out with a plume of grey smoke expelling out of his nostrils. He pointed toward the small human. “You took ‘er away from me..”
"You know that isn’t my fault there buddy. Circumstances changed….and instead of living your days alone as a hermit….you are with another or are you not—.." She paused hearing the growl. Lifting her hands up as a means to with hold peace between them. "Yes I know your happy with Kor’akk. So that’s all you got to talk to me about?"
Zekoa eyed the small human, how can such a small thing create something as him? “Kodoshit dat tha’ circumstances changed…ya’ could of written a betta’ back story den what ya’ tossed into me life like a ‘urricane..” He frowned.
With a roll of her eyes and pointed toward him. “Regardless of how things went down….in the end…you have what you have right?”
Zekoa took the time to smoke a few puffs before he placed his pipe down. He sighed as he looked to the fire. “I just t’ink you could of written somet’ing much less tragic….I unda’stand tha’ reasons…but…..loa woman it’s a wonder I not clinically insane wit’ tha ‘shit you tossed on me.”
Taking in a long breath she patted his thigh. “Look…you gone through some heavy story that I created. But that is how life is. You go through heavy trauma, you never ask for it, never want something that steep and hurtful to ever happen to you…but it happens. Just as I gone through life changing experiences, so are you and the rest. Just as I explained to Zinaji, it’s a portion of reality in a fantasy world for other people to connect with. And there is nothing we can do besides move forward with it. Because to not move forward will mean your own demise, you wont’ go anywhere, won’t grow. You just become stagnant.” She paused looking at him as the pink haired troll looked to be taking in her words.
His crimson gaze eyed her for a few silent moments before he grunted. He couldn’t be entirely angry at her for what she decided, it was the way things are in both worlds. Shit happens and all you can do is get through it. He let out a low sounded sigh. “Yeah, yeah I know all o’dis….I just was curious. And I can argue all night about dis but….I wouldn’t want to change anyt’ing. But ya’ so do dat shit to me again and it involves wit’ losin’ Kor’akk……loa I swear I’m gonna ‘aunt ya’ dreams for eternity!” He eyed her.
Holding her hands up once more. “Fair enough….” Soon to stand up on the couch to look to him. “You know I did have a dream of you saving me from a horde of zombies or aliens..whatever it was that was chasing me. You picked me up and hauled ass!”
Zekoa raised a brow. “Uhh..yeah about dat. I was dream walkin’ wit’ Crow Song…and…sorta found you in trouble. ‘E warned me dat interferin’ may not be a good t’ing but….I couldn’t stand dere and let dem get ya’.” He then grinned wolfishly. “And ya’ welcome..”
"Can I hug you?" She asked.
Zekoa opened his arms, with one arm pulled her in for a hug. “Ya’ sure can lady.” He grumble purred, he lifted his chin so her face didn’t smack into his large tusk before he lowered his head to look down to her.
Pulled in to a large embrace, she was nearly mushed against his chest as she hugged around his neck. “I’m sorry for giving you such a difficult back story…..and life won’t be that difficult for you for as long as I can protect it.”
Zekoa’s grip relaxed and he returned to smoking his pipe, her small weight he barely felt. He grunted with smoke seeping out from his lips as he spoke. “It’s fine….ya’ know ya’ not so bad. Ya’ also kinda cute..” He grinned lightly.
She rolled her eyes. “Your only saying that because your in my head…” Waving her hand in front of her face and coughed. Rising up to get away and sit back down on the couch. “Ugh…okay I try to explain how pleasant the smell of peaceblooms is but daaamn….” She hacked a bit in her coughing. “That stuff smells dry!” Cough!
"You tha’ one dat created dat I like to smoke a pipe…and it is enjoyable.." He spoke with amusement in his tone.
"Yeah, yeah…just keep your smoke..over there." She pointed.
MEANWHILE!!!
"AAAHHHHHHH!!?!" Zinaji comes rolling out of the closet after he walked through nothing but darkness. Where was he!? He flailed his arms to pull off what felt like a hat on his head, looking around to find that he was laying on the floor with a bunch of clothing and few child toys along with him. Looking around quickly, where did that little human go? Was he home? "Ren…Lina?" He called.
"Zinaji….what are you up to?" Called Lina from downstairs.
Zinaji scrambled up onto his feet and quickly was throwing items back into the closet in a hurry. “Lina ya’ naw believe what just ‘aaaappeenned!” He called back before he went racing down the stairs, leaving toys that were rolling across the floor and the closet door wasn’t closed all the way so just more items fell out from his rush.
