Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Spinning at hyper-speed... in the flames... and the god serpent...

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Late, late, late... however, I did get my flash scene written. Finally. Yesterday was one mad rush of everything needing to get done.

Yes, the after affects of Pat's now ex-revivalist preacher, Horton Kirkpatrick, is ongoing. Take a look...


Spinning at hyper-speed... in the flames... and the god serpent...

"Spinning at hyper-speed..." Kzelle paused, searching for the right description of the scene playing before her mind's eye, "in the flames."

She spoke her inspired words as she typed on her laptop. "She danced in the flames."

Alarmed by the sound of stampeding hooves interspersed with bodies crashing through the underbrush, Kzelle leaned forward enough to gaze below at the great stretch of prairie land.

She'd been coming to this little idyllic spot for the last month -- such blessed peace and quiet. No one bothered her atop the rock outcropping, and she was nearly surrounded by boulders, protected from the chilly winds.

Nope, no one yowled at her -- her brothers didn't roll their eyes -- telling her that her dream of being a writer was at the least, impractical, and at the most laughably ridiculous. Before discovering this hideaway spot, Kzelle endured endless, well meaning lectures from her sire and dam about the joys of mating, and her duty to the pride.

Duty smooty patooty and snooty, who cared? She burned with the need to write, to dance in the flames of her story.

But now, what the friggin' hell? Thundering panic reverberated the ground. Kzelle set her laptop to the side, crawling closer to the edge of the flat rock.

"What the--? Is there a second Noah's Ark I don't know about?"

Astonished to her core, Kzelle stared at the madly racing wolves, the frightened big cats keeping pace, and the herbie shifters galloping with them, and not from them. Several bird shifters flew above the zoo stampede, their flight terrified.

Instinctively crouching in the shadow of the boulder, Kzelle scanned for what or who chased them. Even as she held her breath, waiting, some part of her memorized the scene so she could use it for a future story.

Not one particle of her was prepared for what Kzelle witnessed next. A god serpent. She froze. Another Ice Age might as well have hit with a vengeance as she watched the strange motley herd of shapeshifters race toward her position, then past her.

The monstrous serpent flapped after them battling the kicked-up clouds of dust. In the back of her mind, Kzelle decided last year's partial drought had been a blessed, good thing in this instance. 

Sekhmet behold! Who knew one of Quetzalcoatl's offspring had risen? Winter Solstice 2012 had come and gone with not one report. Now, obviously the obsidian winged serpent roamed the Earth. Not only Earth, but here in this Montana shapeshifter sanctuary.

With all her might Kzelle retracted her claws, halting her shift to lioness. No use making herself a delectable target.

Once the god serpent flew past her, his chase slowed by the billowing dust, Kzelle silently screamed a roar. Fear twisted through her, but so did fury.

Finally remembering to breathe, she growled softly. Kzelle crawled on her hands and knees to the opposite boulder, peeking around it.

With a mighty writhing twist of his body, the god serpent stopped his pursuit. Undulating impressively, he soared straight up, then rolled in midair and flew toward Talbot's Peak.

O Great Sekhmet help! What now?

Kzelle sat back and tried to think what her next move should be. She and her pride had only relocated to the Peak about six months ago.

Admittedly, she'd kept to herself, investigating the surrounding terrain, more than getting to know anyone in Talbot's Peak. Trembling uncontrollably now, Kzelle made a mental list of the small town's leaders.

But what could the mayor squirrel shifter do? Worse, the sheriff was human.

There was the G&B Gazette. Should she tell White Fang, one of their ace reporters, what she'd just witnessed? Let him warn everyone. After all, even she'd heard the gossip about him being some sort of super wolf.

Still shaking, Kzelle stood, and kept her palm pressed against the boulder. When she raised her gaze, she nearly jumped out of her skin. A scream stuck in her throat.

"Are you quite all right?" The hunky man, attired in safari gear, approached fast. He gripped her elbow, steadying her.

Only the real concern shining in his dark eyes, stopped Kzelle from shifting and clawing him to bloody pieces.

"Who are you?" she blurted out.

"You're going to hate me, Princess. Your brother, Zorik, and I are chums from university days."

"He sent you after me, right?"

"Brotherly concern, I assure you. And I am a game tracker in Africa." He paused. "Not for hunting. For management of the herds."

"You can let go," Kzelle reminded him.

With a smile that almost knocked her off her feet, he released her elbow, and took a step back. "I suppose an introduction is in order. Dunkirk Valmorth is my handle, as they say in the states."

When she didn't answer, he continued, "A bit stodgy, but mother is a stickler for family names." 

"Well... Dunkirk Valmorth, did you see what I saw?"

"Ah, yes. I assume you are referring to the risen offspring of Quetzalcoatl. Quite the unexpected sighting, I agree."

"You're not a shapeshifter, how do you... what are you?" Kzelle realized she was having difficulty scenting him. A trace of smoke and saffron clung to his garments, but...

"I hope you will not be predisposed against my kind, as some are." His dark eyes glittered, and a supernatural sheen covered them.

"Djinn," she murmured, shock tingling her down to her toes.

"Actually, Princess Kzelle, if I might address you as such, I am from a human and djinn lineage begun an age ago."

Her heart skipped a beat, then thumped hard and quick. "No wonder you could track me so easily. No wonder I never scented you."

"My apologies for intruding on your privacy. However, I could not leave you unprotected." With a small grin tipping up the corners of his oh-so sexy mouth, he offered his arm as if they were about to enter polite society.

Against her usual nature, Kzelle placed her arm on his. "Who should we inform about the serpent god?"


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Serena Shay said...

Hmmm, a Djinn...I bet he uses his powers for good. Kzelle could be in for a real treat as well as a burst of inspiration if Dunkirk sends her into a sexy dreamland! ;)

Savanna Kougar said...

~smiles~ you are so on target, Serena. Sexy dreamland is his plan. Plus, he'll do anything to inspire Kzelle's muse.

Serena Shay said...

Ooh...this shall be good! ;)

Pat C. said...

A Djinn? Good thing Sam and Dean left town already.

When I read his description, the first thing I thought was, "Well, if we can't use the real Indiana Jones ... " An adventurer with magical powers! This is gonna be good ... for Kzelle. Heh heh.

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, sexual prowess and sexual magic!

Savanna Kougar said...

Pat, adventuring is part of Dunkirk's heritage. Plus, he interfaces with the good Djinn.

Rebecca Gillan said...

I think you hit the nail on the head as to why Sheriff Coltrane pretends to know nothing about shifters. That way no one comes to him aksed how to handle serpant gods! LOL!

Savanna Kougar said...

So true, Rebecca. Blissfully, willfully ignorant. ~smiles~