Category: Lone Wolf

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.

Lone Wolf

Black Wolf

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Having retreated back into her human form in desperation to stop injury’s pinging, she could not understand his language nor intuit what he wanted from her.

He stood there stiff-legged with hackles flared, growling at her and asserting his will – but when he realized that she couldn’t “hear” him in human form, his anger shifted into deep irritation and the intensity in his eyes began softening.

His aggressive direction backed down as he searched the perimeter with eyes, ears, and nose sensing and turned his side to her to indicate that he was there to protect her.

She carefully reached out and touched his thick and now smoothing luxurious fur, finding his warmth and comfort radiating out toward her as he accepted the gesture.

And when she laid down to rest again among the thickly piled fall leaves, he padded around her a couple of times – then curled his back up against her’s to provide needed support and keep watch as the night vigil’s guard for her.

Altered States, Lone Wolf

Heart–Wake

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She was dozing, trying the fall asleep, when suddenly directly in front of her a huge black wolf snarl-lunged as it loudly barked with challenging admonishment toward and back away from her face with jaws wide open baring fangs to make sure that it had captured her attention while directly staring into her eyes.

Her heart and body jumped, startling her awake from this sudden vision.