Orion

Five. (No) Runes

           

"I found something in the woods somewhere." -Hozier

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Stuff some cotton in your ears, the ringing might not stop, but hopefully it'll at least mute the sound.

Get a lamp with colored light bulbs.

Maidenhair Tree extract should work.

Avoid loud noises.

With a grunt of frustration and more force than the action truly required, he threw his phone somewhere in the backseat of the car. He almost hated the damned thing. Of what use was the internet when he still couldn't find an answer, or a real remedy for his ears to stop ringing? It had been over a month and a half and he was still hearing the ringing from the first dream he'd been given.

A headache that was just as non-stop as the ringing now accompanied the ringing, and add on to that the fact that Orion had been functioning off of about two hours of sleep per night, and was restless from having not shifted in weeks, and the Alpha was on the verge of a breakdown. He'd break down a whole town if this nonsense didn't cease soon.

There was nothing he could do, and it made no sense that of all his problems, the one about his ears (which were overly sensitive because he was a wolf anyways) should have been the easiest to rectify. He felt like a child with a cold.

Miserable.

That only seemed to make him even more agitated.

He'd been driving around backroads that branched off the one where he'd stopped the group of men sent from the Elite of whom had followed him for three days now. The blood in his wrist would be spilling over one second, then the next, it wasn't moving at all, and his whole arm was starting to ache from how fast the blood flow was when it raced. That seemed to be the only side effect of the open wound that only bled over when it was covered... even though it was covered not to keep from bleeding over, but to keep Orion from picking at it.

He'd had the same vision every time he fell asleep, save for two nights, where there were two different visions with the same concept.

He still couldn't see Her face.

She was still laughing with Her head tipped back to the dark sky.

Her eyes were still as white as glowing marbles.

The laugh still only produced the ringing sound, that got louder in his own head as each hour passed.

The heads changed. There weren't twelve on a clock. The first time, only four heads had appeared: one of a wolf, one of a witch, one of a vampire, and one of a siren. The second time the wolf was the only one to appear, and the head wasn't in human form. The maw was hanging on by some tendons at most, and dark smoke still billowed from the pits where the eyes were supposed to be.

The wolf, like Orion's true form was a dark brown with chestnut and blonde streaks that started at the tips of his ears and ended at about the center of his neck. She was cradling the head that seemed to symbolize him to her chest, rocking him like he was a whimpering pup, and then she looked down at the head, scratched between his ears in an endearing way that made him feel no such way and she started to laugh, and low chuckle that built up to a maniacal cackle that he could only just barely hear over the ringing.

The ringing had to mean something.

If it did, he hadn't figured out what that something was, but the moon or the sun or whoever could feel free to cease the sound whenever.