A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Two

Merry Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Success has found me this week. The Muse has gracefully cooperated for the most part. Although, it was touch and go there for awhile. So, we'll see if Part Three will be written. The little minx does keep me on my writerly toes.

Anyway, here is the next flash scene, themed around Winter Solstice 2012.

Not to disappoint anyone... that is, if anyone is interested... so, yes, here's what Volcano, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, says in his Weekly Angelic Forecast about the opportunity of December 21, 2012.

"This week, journey through the Winter Solstice Stargate, and enter a profound realm where the dreamer brings forth the dream, the most desired of dreams. It is this act of creation that will make the real 'difference' in our precious world. For, those who dream splendidly will bring about an Aquarian Age paradise for one and all."
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Love and Peace out, until next week, on Christmas Day.
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A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Two

'Walk through.' Durc shadowed his mind inside hers, not wanting to frighten the woman he'd journeyed far and wide to find.

Debating with herself, Sharva stood within inches of the portal he created night after night. In a manner pleasing to her, Durc wove the subtle energy strands with the power of his mind.

The stargate vibrations of the arriving Winter Solstice assisted him, and this evening after offering his gratitude, Durc had been able to construct the etheric gateway with a strength that allowed his mate safe passage to his location.

If only she would walk through, come to him.

With his hunter's gaze trained on Sharva, he watched her inch forward, and stand on the precipice of either entering, or retreating from his portal. 'You're safe,' he whispered the encouragement inside her mind. Only once.

Already jittery, and untrusting, because of her sorrowful life, Durc knew Sharva would turn tail and run if she felt pressured. She was so close, so close to the weave of delicate energy, that faint traces of her scent wafted through, tickling his nostrils.

Her fragrance, similar yet unique to her current physical form, teased Durc unmercifully. The instant the old gods gifted him with her scent trail, his ceaseless days as a vagabond, of roaming and protecting Earth's wildlands ended.

He'd made a home in Talbot's Peak, and become part of the backwoods patrol team Dante relied on.

Tempted to morph into his human form as Sharva tentatively touched the etheric gateway with her forefinger, Durc reminded himself his magickal prowess remained stronger as wolf. He could mindspeak easier with her, as they'd done before when he'd been both her Protector wolf and her Mage Protector.

Now, even as man, Sharva would not know him. She would possess no conscious memory of him as her devoted lover.

With the rise of the lost-soul sorcerers...when the world descended into the dark ages...his beloved Sharva hadn't been able to sustain her life force.

Humanity fell into the abyss of fear and ignorance, and magick, as once practiced on Earth, came to its endtime. With the dense entrapment of energies, Durc had failed to keep his beloved's beautiful body alive.

Once, by her mere presence the lands, the beasts and birds -- all of life sang happily, gloriously -- producing an abundance where no one was ever left in want.

As the dark sorcerers gained power, despoiling life, Durc had witnessed Sharva's shining spirit slip free. Like sparkling mist, she'd spiraled toward heaven, leaving him.

Only the promise of the old gods had kept Durc from ending his life, and following the woman he loved more than the breath of life itself. She would come to him again, his gods decreed, when the Winter Solstice Stargate opened, and the New Age revealed herself.

Now was that time.

Durc stretched his neck, and pricked his ears higher. Sharva leaned ever so slightly toward the portal.

'Come through,' he invited, keeping his words soft in her mind.

'Patience is a virtue,' Durc heard from on high.

True to their words, his gods had stayed by his side, guiding him -- even during the last century of the troubled and tumultuous Piscean age, when they traveled in the realm of spirit only.

As Durc discovered, once he found Sharva, the old gods had succeeded in protecting her. Despite the world's fall from grace, she hadn't been caught in the formidable clutches of the evil ones, and forced to serve them.

Not yet, he told himself, as he crept closer. The fresh snow made a fragile crunch as he padded toward his etheric gateway.

Because, he knew.

Sharva straightened with resolve, fisting her hands. After a few puffs of frosty breath, she plunged through the portal.

Once she shimmered through, Durc raced toward her, shapeshifting with each step. He had to reach  her before...

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Have a magickal Winter Solstice!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~