Month: November 2025

A Woman's Plight

Denied Temptation

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A younger man arrived, entwining his fingers with hers, wrapping his arm around her waist in that familiar way of lovers – and behaving as if he would give her the moon and stars if she’d consent to being his.

And while this unfamiliarity but desired regard felt lovely, she paid attention to the fact that an older street woman witch kissed him, yet said she would grant the couple freedom this one night.

But the dreamer didn’t want to give or take anything for temporary.

So she spoke up and told the man about the performance troup behind the bar that just then finished playing, and how she used to play drums like they did.

And then she stepped aside to take some night photos of the moon in interesting position to a neatly designed building.

With every gesture of her true self emergung, the spell he and the witch tried to lure her by became weaker and weaker.

And though she felt cold and empty as she further disengaged, she knew that she desired the real thing from another.

Better to love someone true from afar than sell herself short to someone under cover.

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As Far As I Can Go

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The paramedics, except one, did not want to take her seriously.

And right when they arrived at the hospital’s exchanging, her being felt that she was not being transferred into safe keeping.

Immediately, the intake male nurse disregarded the pain and difficultties that she was having.

He made her further hurt herself by refusing to help her reattempt on her own to get into the wheelchair in his disregard’s treating her inhumanely.

Until she refused to try anymore until they brought someone who had any decency.

An older woman arrived, and for no provocation they’d also brought security.

The older woman stepped in front of her and to the right – and then the patient could grip and position herself where they wanted her to be.

The older woman hummed softly as she pushed her to a room where she could lay down again to manage the pain and imbalanced fluid exchange.

A brief blessing of kind compassion that help her reorient and keep trying to self stabilize.

It was a room reserved for mental patients, with cameras and a lockable closing door, where she could hear the nursing staff loudly joking at the ER station and one later said after she pressed the help button – “As if there isn’t someone down the way who is actually dying!”

At that point, she got help to call her eldest, because they didn’t seem to care or believe that she was dealing with brain trauma.

And while she was waiting, she finally began recording how loud and irreverent they were all being generally, irregardless of the fact people were there, hurt and dying.

They must’ve seen and heard her on the cameras, etc., because suddenly the noise got quieter.

And once her eldest arrived, they became more respectful and her eldest helped advocate for another scan against the doctor’s resistance to ensure that the sudden onset of symptoms did not include further risk from hemoraging.

‘Please take me to a different hospital if needed in the future,’ she requested to her eldest at the end.

Nothing like being confused and terrified with people making it worse by refusing to help as gaslighting.”

Elden Ways, Lone Wolf

ReIdentification

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But they had not deserved what had happened to them – even though they could find plenty of fault in reviewing their own past “mistakes” and extreme behaviorisms enacted that had originally stemmed from source of good and worthy intentions, but had become corrupted over time by continued unrequitement.

So she gently-but-firmly held onto him, refusing to let him go until the spell was broken and their phasing could match – whether back into wolf, human, or some other form better for coinciding.

Elden Ways, Lone Wolf

Aggravation

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The black wolf burst into growling, at once feeling the “threat” to their situation.

But rather than let him dig and burst out to attck the well-meaning healer, she grabbed onto him, aware that his scrabbling sharp claws and pierce-snapping jaws could at any moment turn against her.

Surprisingly, he didn’t attack her.

He at first fought against her arms restraining him – but then hearing her cries of pain as her wounds ripped and feeling her will’s determination that for some reason he must stay still in her arms, his aggression subsided into quiet, trembling panting.

She had realized something.

She and the wolf were caught in a duality polar opposites enchantment.

She determined that they would stay in the earth’s concealment, and be receptive to their curse being broken.

Elden Ways, Lone Wolf

Above Ground

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There was a younger woman looking for her, reading the signs, wanting to find and help her as she checked mounds of leaves to try to identify the tree for where she should begin digging.

But while she appreciated the love and healing that could be shared and provided by this younger one, she willed that for once just leave her there and buried.

She was hurt and tired with her youth’s luster pounded out of her.

She quieted her heart’s beating, willing her cell energy to slow, mask, and blend with the earth’s conduits.

Let her fuse with the elements.

Perhaps they would be her redeeming.

She couldn’t bear the heaviness and pain anymore of trying to work against gravity.

So let her soul become heavy…

Heavy as stone.

Lone Wolf

Buried, Alive

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She didn’t understand how the black wolf had found her, but since she had been phasing between forms as she ran to ground, she must have left trace trails everywhere.

How she fashioned her thought creations must be like dropping formed petals of hopes and desires along breezy trails that got swept up by little gusts of wind and carried off floating until they landed, fluttering for others to find or miss along their own paths’ travels.

And it was getting colder now as the seasons shifted rapidly from bright leaves falling as their energy spiraled down into winter’s underground dreaming.

He seemed to be asleep, resting against her back, his strength’s heat keeping her system shock shivering down to a minimum.

So she carefully turned, hoping to not wake him, and breathed in his warmth more fully, nestling her face into his long scruff that smelled of green grass, sheltering earth, and the spicey hint of forest detritus that releases into the air as it gets crunched underfoot.

Daring further, she brought her arms up to protect her chest with hands under her chin and tentatively extended her fingers to feel and gently brush the nape of his glossy jet fur.

He was still there with her, but she didn’t know why.

If he were a man, would he welcome her into his arms and protect her like this?

She imagined her head resting upon her mate’s chest, listenimg to his heartbeat, as their arms wrapped around each other like the roots of trees, securing.