Orion's Odyssey

[LordTrychon]

Orion's Odyssey


This is a little different... but I find it intriguing.


It's a fictional story, told in a blog/diary format.



Dean undergoes a life changing event, and decides it's the perfect time to change his life.


He eventually comes to realize that change was going to happen with or without his wishes.


That's all I'm going to say on it... take the time to read just a few pages about Dean and see if you get hooked in too.


Updates expected a few times a week.


Feel free to comment or ask questions here. (aka bump. )

[redbirdy80]

**** you, Trych, for hooking me in before the story is over. I'm DYING to know what happens next right now.

Great read, though. Thanks

[LordTrychon]

**** you, Trych, for hooking me in before the story is over. I'm DYING to know what happens next right now.

Great read, though. Thanks

Careful with the language...


Thanks for reading though... CP forthcoming.

[Saddletramp]

Absolutely awesome.

[Skywalker]

Orion's Odyssey


This is a little different... but I find it intriguing.


It's a fictional story, told in a blog/diary format.



Dean undergoes a life changing event, and decides it's the perfect time to change his life.


He eventually comes to realize that change was going to happen with or without his wishes.


That's all I'm going to say on it... take the time to read just a few pages about Dean and see if you get hooked in too.


Updates expected a few times a week.


Feel free to comment or ask questions here. (aka bump. )

I'm hooked.

I was hooked after the first two paragraphs.

[LordTrychon]

Ok... this post was put up today... please read it. If you don't like it, I'll stop shamelessly plugging my buddy's work.

How to explain Saturday night? I wouldn't dare try to describe it to someone verbally. I doubt I have the ability. I have no choice but to try to do so here, where I can use better words with more time.

I guess I'll just start at the beginning.

I did get my haircut, further distancing myself from Old Dean. Ruth, the hairdresser, took a lot off. I lost my shoulder length hair and now have a much shorter crop. Its short on the sides and is "fashionably disheveled" on the top with a bit more length. It doesn't look bad, so I can live with it for now.

Saturday evening I took the train out to West Wind, the entertainment and sports hub for Compass Point. They have several venues for their sports, which include a minor league baseball team, an NHL farm team, and an NBDL team. That's not too shabby out in the middle of the state, smack dab between Pittsburgh and Philly.

There is no shortage of things to do in West Wind, that's for sure. If you like video games, there's a Dave and Buster's. If you like food, there are several chain restaurants you can visit, like Chili's, Friday's and others. There are coffee joints, jazz spots, and cigar bars.

Then there are the clubs.

West Wind seems a bit like Las Vegas, but without all the lights. It has a feel like a rush toward something, like you need to lean forward when you walk around the place. Everyone walking around is having a good time, and that feeling is catchy.

Now, I know about the darker side of celebration and its venues, like drugs and shameless depravity. I'm sure that exists in West Wind, but I didn't notice any of that. Saturday night though, I was looking for a place to have a good time and unwind.

How can a person go alone to such a place and have a good time? It's easy, really. Even the Old Dean could forget himself and suddenly be in the middle of a conversation with drink in hand. It's often not hard to just go out there and dance in the middle of the floor and lose yourself. All of the movement, the touching, and the urge can make utter strangers intriguing companions of many natures.

And, I'm not ashamed to admit, clubs are a good place to meet women. The veritable mashing of bodies can afford pleasant happenstance. Of course it could also lead to dismal failure, but that's the chance you take. My clubbing days led to a few one night stands and a short-term relationship or two.

Is that what I was looking for Saturday night? I still couldn't tell you. All I knew was that I wanted to get out into the human soup and mix it up a bit.

After walking down the club strip, I turned around and stopped my limping outside a place called Ab Aeterno. I could hear the beat from out in the cold night air and it warmed me. It called to me. I paid my cover and walked through the dark hallway.

Clubs are all pretty much variations on a theme, and there's a reason why they work. So, Ab Aeterno wasn't all the remarkable. Yet, there was something about the place that just pierced my senses. Maybe it was the proximity of the walls or the columns. Maybe it was that particular collection of people and their outfits of sleeveless shiny shirts, of denim and leather, of a thousand different scents. Maybe it was the sea of hair and flesh that opened up to me as I neared the dance floor, that somehow seemed more inviting that I've ever remembered.

If only I could have gone out there.

Not that I had many moves to begin with, but I did enjoy going out there and dancing...being. A bum leg and a cane forbid me from doing that ever again, and in that moment my body screamed in agony. So, I stood there and watched. I witnessed the glory of it all, of all of those bodies writhing and genuflecting, reaching for the sky and twisting around. The loud and incessantly pounding trance music conducted them, and they responded with raw emotion. The lights strobed and spotlit, coloring bodies and surfaces alike. I caught myself smiling in admiration even as I tried not to feel jealous.

So, I decided to make my way over to the bar where I could order a drink, turn around and witness everything around me. If a conversation was struck up I would welcome it, but I wasn't going to force myself on anyone. Not that night. There was nothing but time for me, nothing to do but come back and try again.

I turned that direction and took two steps. Only two. That's when I saw her.

How many movies portrayed these precise moments as time standing still? That the periphery disappears and all that's left is you and this other person? Turns out, its not far from the truth.

As soon as I saw her I squinted. I had to. Her whole body and the space behind it shone like an oncoming train, like I was staring into the sun. Despite the flooding of light into my eyes, I could see her with vibrant clarity.

She saw me, as if expecting me, and took a step closer. I was frozen to the floor.

Her hair was red, at once a bright crimson but also a bit of a faded orange. It was long, falling down behind her to some sad end. It was curly, small tight curls that looked as if they could pull the cork from a wine bottle. It cascaded down past her bare and pale freckled shoulders.

She wore a corset, I think. I don't actually remember looking down her body.

Her face, framed in those locks, was white and sharp. Her nose was small but definitely had a flair. Her mouth...

oh her mouth...

her lips seemed to be painted on, though I instinctively knew them to be the softest skin on the planet. A hint of teeth and a glimpse of tongue raced my heartbeat up to the music.

What I would have given in that moment to see her ears that the curls hid from me.

Her eyes, fiery green eyes, felt like they turned mine a different color right there and then. It was that eye contact. I was drowning.

I don't doubt for a moment that it happened. Nor do I doubt one wit that the scintillation was a demonstration of this mysterious perception I now have.

Ab Aeterno wasn't there. It was just me and her.

Drawn to her, I manged to lift my leaden feet. She matched my steps, her aura brightening as we closed on each other. I was blinded but did not feel pain. I couldn't look away.

We were so close, so close without touching.

I felt her left hand take my right. Her hand was warm, her fingers were thin and long. I looked down and couldn't believe what I saw.

I'm not sure I believe it even now.

I saw that glow about her, that aura, flow to my hand and up my arm. It washed over me in silence, it engulfed me.

Then, I watched as our aura changed from her white light to a multitudinous color spectrum. It was our light, I felt in my heart.

I looked back to her face, feeling desperate and yearning but calm in one of those revelational gaps in time. I then felt her right hand caress my cheek.

She said something to me. She spoke. I couldn't hear her, damn it. Damn it all to hell! Though the pounding music wasn't there for us, it still drowned her out. I watched those lips mouth a couple of words, words I couldn't discern.

Then, those fingers tightened around mine before she let go. She slipped, like a ghost, off to my right and I turned to watch her go.

I don't know why I didn't move. I don't know why I didn't follow her, why I didn't find her outside and take her in my arms. The ONLY possible explanation I could even come close to in my day's worth of reflection, was that I wasn't supposed to.

What did she say?

I plan on going back to West Wind and to Ab Aeterno. I have to. I need to try to find her again. There's an urge to be with her that I've never ever felt before. Yet, even as I know I have to try, I somehow feel a certainty about her and us, like it will happen if and when it is supposed to. I will find her, some day.

I will, because I know something beyond the shadow of a doubt. Saturday night I met my soul mate.

[Saddletramp]

got really boring really quick. Sorry, he had me til now.