Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Oldest Shapeshifter in Existence


Omy, shapeshifter lovers, I’m still emerging from the whirlwind mists and magical fog of Halloween/Samhain. Plus, I’m reeling from all the author/reader events that have taken place. They are fun and wonderfully spook-fabulous, but nonstop.

Let me take this moment to say THANK YOU to everyone who has commented on my posts at the various party venues. Roars of Kougar thanks!!!

Also, my thanks to all the incredible authors who contributed their paranormal knowledge and experiences at these events. To the benefit of my soul and, thus, my writing, I have a new wealth of information about this season of the witch, about shapeshifters, of course, and about the lore and traditions of All Hallow’s Eve.

Of course, this will make my heroines and heroes richer in character and will give their love/passion stories even more depth.

And, this year, I honored the rise of my inner witch by, not only reflecting on my past studies on real witches and the craft, but by doing more research on what I call the rise of the beautiful witch, beginning with Samantha, the adorably sexy witch in the old TV series, BEWITCHED [1964-1972].
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The Oldest Shapeshifter in Existence

On a dare, Solandra scried for the oldest shapeshifter in existence. Wisps of the dimensional veil swirled on the surface of her ancient Sumerian mirror. She’d salvaged her treasured mirror from the booty of a pirate warlock.

Jarghus had managed an undiscovered entry into the Iraqi museum ahead of the special ops raid. However, he’d tossed the black crystal mirror into a lake when it refused his magick, and blown up part of his alchemy lab.

Sensing the mirror’s presence and desire to serve, Solandra had bargained to know the exact lake by restoring his lab with what she called her reparticlizing ability. Jarghus had readily removed his concealment spell, once he gazed upon the shiny, brand new looking corner of his Victorian-replica laboratory.

Patience being her ally, Solandra focused on the gradually fading mist. She’d discovered the simpler her request, large or small, the more superior her results were. How often had she found the precise location of abducted children in time to prod the right rescuers? She’d lost count. And was glad of it.

But now, she needed some down time. And the dare from uppity, miss snuppity-snippy Alexa during a witch girls’ night out... well, not only had Solandra fired up inside like a pissed off dragon, but the thought of discovering the oldest living shapeshifter first, had caused excitement to brew and bubble through her all night long.

Reining in her growing impatience, Solandra kept vigil on the mirror as ripples formed and flowed, ever larger in size. She wondered if that meant ocean waves. However, knowing that thought would influence the mirror to give her an unclear or a negative result, she dismissed it.

Continuing to let go of every idea that sprang to mind, Solandra watched the entrance to a cave appear, an underwater cave. Because her essence traveled along one passageway, she knew the cave also had an entrance high atop a snow-covered mountain.

After emerging, she mentally spun around to view the opening. A burst of golden light displayed the artificially created interior, but that’s all.

WHO GOES THERE?! The snarly thunderous voice commanded an instant answer.

Somewhat taken aback by the strong odd emanations of power, Solandra hesitated before projecting, A friend.

LIAR! I HAVE NO FRIENDS WHO REMAIN ON THIS FORSAKEN OUTPOST.

Loneliness hit her with the violence of a storm wind. But, so did the will to remain hidden, an uncompromising will.

Outpost? She ventured while seeking to look deep within the glowing tunnel.

OUTPOST 3724683. TO BE EXACT, WITCH.

At least, he knew what she was. He, had to be a ‘he’ with that bold rumbly timbre.

YES. I AM MALE. LEAVE BEFORE I BED YOU.

So, he could read her thoughts. That certainly damn well changed the playing field.

Against my will? she asked, not concerned given her incorporeal state. Still, Solandra became aware she held her breath as if she really were standing in front of his cave.

His laugh cycloned out the entrance. If she had been standing there, Solandra figured she would have been blown to smithereens. To put it quaintly.

I COULD TAKE YOU AS YOU ARE NOW, WITCH. I PROMISE, YOU WOULD ENJOY OUR EPHEMERAL COUPLING.

Solandra jerked in a breath, even as she jerked, startled to her core. Yet, she did not remove her gaze from the mirror. To do so would weaken her immensely.

OR, WITCH, I COULD SNATCH UP YOUR BODY AS EASILY AS A FEATHER LIFTED BY THE WIND. YET, WHICH DO YOU PREFER?

Okay, testing time, she told herself. Make it or break it. If she was going to find out what he looked like, at least, one shape of him... Why would I want to be bedded by what I have not yet seen?

She felt his hesitation. A boom preceded his next words. WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE THE IMAGE I PRESENT TO YOU, IS ONE OF MY ‘SHAPES’?

Yeah, she’d done it this time. Gotten herself in way too frigging freakishly deep. What now? He had her witch number. Yeah... ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you’... the stupid song lyric ran through her mind like an out-of-shape jogger.

Goddess! Shape... No reason, she mentally lobbed toward him. So, big voice guy, how long have you been –

Whoosh! A whirlwind wrapped around her body carrying her with such speed she witnessed nothing but a weird haze.

I HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE FIRST DESTRUCTION OF MARS.

Firmly on her feet, Solandra stared at the triple-king-sized bed that appeared to be draped in white, golden-glistening satin. It sat across the room, if it could be called a room. More like a huge chamber, one that ethereally glowed, as if she’d been placed inside a gold-tinted pearl.

“Mars. That long ago, huh.” When in doubt, bluff them out. Her saying repeated itself like a mantra. Although, Solandra doubted it would serve her in this entirely bizarre situation.

“What is Mars like these days? Do you know?” she called out, and noticed there was not the slightest echo.

Why, oh why, couldn’t she look away from the bed? Why couldn’t she muster up enough of her usually indomitable will to figure out an escape? It wasn’t the subtle ylang-ylang fragrance or the sorcery that kept her motionless, that kept her a prisoner.

HOW SHALL I RAVISH YOU? THE FIRST TIME, THAT IS.

Solandra whipped around. Mountain Lion, she thought, and a mountain of a lion in size. She gaped at his gloriously feathered white wings. They had to be twice the length of his body.

Enthralled beyond bearing, she uttered, “So not a mythical creature. Are you?”

He growled an amused laugh that filled the chamber, and reverberated. He didn’t break stride, either, stalking languidly, but deliberately toward her.

No, Solandra corrected herself, his appearance was both Puma and Lion, the combination utterly magnificent to the eye -- as in almost not to be imagined, even by the most talented fantasy artist.

Okay... really, what was she doing here? Even her witch girlfriends wouldn’t believe this.

“You can send me back now. The joke is...”

Her words trailed away as he stretched his wings wide, and began to morph. Rooted to the shimmery floor as if the soles of her shoes had been staple-gunned, Solandra watched the perfect flow of his transformation.

She couldn’t deny the flutter of desire deep in her belly when he became half lion and half man. Once he transitioned, his god-like physique reflected the beauty of his animal form causing her to pant with unrestrained passion.

He approached her, his eyes gleaming, bolts of sapphire blue that sought to pierce her.

Pierce her. With that proud jutting shaft, that golden-hued cock that would never fit her sex. Oh, Goddess. O Cosmic Mother. Was it time to pass out now?

“Breathe, woman,” he commanded. His voice was as it was before, yet somehow human.

“Holy sweet unholy moly, you look like a fallen angel. Are you?” Solandra wondered that she could even speak.

His wings vanished. Poof.

“No, Solandra, my witch beauty, even the fallen angels fear me.”

Her knees buckled. Yet, she never touched the floor.
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~ HAPPY SUN IN SCORPIO SHAPESHIFTING ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

6 comments:

Rebecca Murray said...

Excellent flash, as always. Talk about the ultimate May-December relationship!

Serena Shay said...

~Swoon~ Me thinks, that naughty witch is about to get reeeeaally lucky!! Great flash, Savanna. :)

Savanna Kougar said...

Hey, Rebecca it is a May-December. But, I hadn't thought of that.

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, she doesn't know how lucky. Of course, Mr. Lonely is about to much more than he bargained for, too.

Pat C. said...

Hope Golden Oldie there brought his Viagra. How ancient did he say he was? I'm sure she's got magic to deal with that. Being a witch does come in handy at times.

Once again, another hot flash! (No pun intended.)

Savanna Kougar said...

Pat, Goldie Oldie scoffs at the poor little power of Viagra.

Ah, yes, the magical inflation solution... hey, there's a story ~ a witch who offers effective enlargement and engorgement instead of the little blue pill.