Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Z'Pasha, Cat Goddess Shapeshifter
Shapeshifter lovers, here it is, the Ides of March. While I’ve never been particularly superstitious about this goodbye-Caesar day... however, with what is currently happening worldwide, I gotta wonder. Cause, it ain’t over, and will only escalate from this point forward.
So, one question becomes, what do I write as an author. Unless, I have a specific inspiration for a story/scene/flash that begs to be penned... do I offer readers something NOT gloomy doomy. Or, do I fantasy-mirror an aspect of reality?
This is a question for me because I have this deep desire to do GOOD for humanity however I am able... so, what is best in this moment? Of course, that could vary for each one of us. Any thoughts on this?
Also, since I’m worn out from a long stressful day, my flash scene will be short, and stars Z’Pasha. Once again, here’s her character bio.
Z’Pasha, granddaughter of the Egyptian goddess, Bastet, lives for the day when she can sink her poisonous claws and fangs into the Tiger Yakuza. Two of their Ninja assassins shredded her human friend’s body so brutally, the murder wasn’t reported in the news. Having tracked the elusive assassins across the globe, Pasha believes she is about to corner and castrate the fiendish tigers in the backwoods of Montana. She just needs a bit of super dog assistance. And she knows how to get it. After all, seduction is second nature, and her feline kind knows every shapeshifter male’s weakness.
Z’Pasha, Cat Goddess Shapeshifter
Z’Pasha raised her arms toward the heavens, an invitation to the magickal forces crackling like erratic electricity around her. In reverence for her night forest surroundings, she slowly spun around, listening to the varied voices of the animals.
She listened to the murmurings and songs of the trees, of every plant within the radius of her energy body. Z’Pasha rejoiced, and the sounds transformed into a kaleidoscope of waving color inside her.
Despite her reason for arriving at the Interspecies Pleasure Club, to avenge the death of her friend, Z’Pasha had developed a fondness for this region on the mother planet, Gaia.
Everything whispered of a time in the ancient past, when the land had been loved and tended to with a devotion that had inspired harmony. Centering herself, Z’Pasha gazed at the stars, jeweled beings who balanced the galactic flow of energies.
She widened her arms in an embrace of the night sky, sending her vibes of love to all of the good-force celestial beings. Their answering rays filled her with knowledge, and expanded her spiritual awareness.
Right now, that was invaluable. Since meeting White Fang, she’d been thrown off balance by the unbound and sensual explosiveness of their passion.
With her ability to focus challenged at times, Z’Pasha relied on her centuries of discipline in the magickal arts. Arms outstretched, she whirled, creating a sphere that was in the world, but not of the world.
Lonely for her longtime companion, Z’Pasha had decided to reunite with her. Currently, Ghelyssia lived in a neighboring realm, safe from the Tiger Yakuza.
Z’Pasha had not wanted her harmed because of the revenge she planned to claw and fang exact. Soon.
Even now, she had the foul tiger shifters targeted, and in her cat-stalking sights. However, her approach remained silent, and patient.
A trap sprung too quickly was a trap not set.
With the large sphere formed, Z’Pasha halted, and closed her eyes. She communed with the One, asking if All was according to divine order. After receiving her answer, a feeling of calm assurance, Z’Pasha turned until she faced the gateway’s shimmer outline.
Practiced in the ancient sorcery rites of Egypt, she intoned a melodic series of sounds. In response, the sealed gateway between the two realms gradually opened.
When the dimensional fabric temporarily dissolved, there was a flash of white, and the sound of dainty hooves. As Ghelyssia galloped through the gateway, stars streamed from her pearlescent horn.
Once the unicorn abruptly stopped in her tracks, Ghelyssia’s pale platinum coat took on the darkness of night and the greens of the forest. She shook her head, and her long mane silkily rippled.
Swishing her tail with elegant attitude, Ghelyssia whirled and walked to Z’Pasha. Finally, you have seen the light, foolish feline woman. You cannot be without me.
“Ghelyssia, my adored one, no, I cannot.”
***Oh, note for Nick, the esteemed alpha werewolf editor of the Gut and Butts Gazette, not only is a unicorn real, but a Loch Ness Monster is in your future since Sivakka, the English Nessie has arrived in Talbot’s Peak.***
REMEMBER ~ The Luck of the Irish blog hop is March 17-19. Join us for the Greenie Meanie edition of the G&B Gazette. There is a fabulous lineup of authors, plus a Kindle, and lots of prizes, at the end of the rainbow.
HAVE A SHAPESHIFTING ST. PAT’S DAY...
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