Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
My schedule has changed recently, so this post is later than usual. Recently, I had the opportunity to listen to an old Art Bell radio show ~June 16, 1998~ when he talked with the Hopi elders about the coming times. Much of what these wise ones spoke about has come about. Anyway, the late Robert Ghost Wolf, a most amazing renaissance man, arranged this first-time-ever conversation on the radio.
Thus, inspiration was born for the following flash scene. Although, it does not follow the theme of that most historic radio show.
The Ghost Wolf Arrives
Dhegyr Ghost Wolf loped over the thick bed of fallen leaves in the early morning cold of late Autumn. There was barely a rustle since he'd shifted into a less dense form between mist and corporeal.
He'd been patient enough. After all, the time to claim his chosen mate was long past.
Yielding to Kai's desire to make her own way in the human world, Dhegyr had turned his attention to ridding their realm of the shadow-evil infesting several Earth dimensions. With his formidable warrior skills, he'd led his ghost army into the far reaches of hell, destroying every enclave of the enemy surrounding his fae homeland.
Now the urge to mate sliced through his loins like a fast-swinging broadblade. Once, before he'd been able to fully morph into mist, such a blade had cut through his human flesh. Dhegyr mentally grimaced at the memory, knowing he much preferred that agony over the pain he now suffered -- wanting Kai as his to hold, his to bed.
A feast of scents from the Interspecies Pleasure Club hit Dhegyr's nose strongly even in his half-state -- as he'd been told. The next instant in time slowed, and Dhegyr easily spied the lurking shadow-beast, partly concealed by a stand of bare-branched trees.
An enormous black-oil stain on the beauty of the forest, the shadow scout resembled a Bison shapeshifter trapped in mid shift. Without thought Dhegyr charged, launched himself through the air, and before the enemy could escape by whirling into tornadic smoke, he snapped his jaws on its semi-fleshy throat.
The shadow-beast grabbed his sides with giant brutish hands seeking to crush his lungs, squeeze the breath out of his lungs. Instead of morphing into mist, Dhegyr exploded into full materialized wolf.
In battle frenzy, striking with fang and claw, he ripped through strands of gooey flesh. Destroying. And absorbing what knowledge the enemy contained.
A planned invasion of the lands surrounding Talbot's Peak. Hordes of shadow soldiers waited just beyond a dark portal -- an ancient dimensional gateway that had not been activated for ages.
Only the sound of a horse's hooves racing in his direction stopped Dhegyr from demolishing every last shred of the shadow scout. With a vile puff of smoke, it twisted into a malformed wisp, and floated for the treetops.
A few moments slipped by before a large white stallion slid to a halt. Rearing high, the obvious shapeshifter pawed the air attempting to strike the escaping wisp. The stallion screamed with rage at his failure, the sound blast-echoing through unnatural stillness around them.
Even as the stallion lowered toward the ground, a white fire overtook his horse form. Then, a man emerged.
Dhegyr huffed in several breaths, and matched the man from a neighboring world, shifting into human form. He hadn't planned on being naked in the middle of a frost-bitten forest. Yet, fate had its own path.
"Drifter, that's my handle, stranger." The also-nude man offered a hand in the American manner.
Hesitating only an instant, Dhegyr grabbed hold, and shook. "I am Dhegyr Ghost Wolf, warrior from a mist land."
Drifter gave a nod of understanding. Silent communication whipped between them then, and Dhegyr told the bare bones of his story. That is, once Drifter flashed who he was, and his mission on Earth -- to protect and preserve the area's portals.
"A woman, always a woman," Drifter drawled in friendly fashion. "Chasing my own little filly. Tell you what, my hind end is feelin' the chill."
Their hands unclasped, and by mutual agreement, they shifted into their animal forms. As they loped side by side, Drifter mind-spoke about the Pleasure Club, and answered Dhegyr's inquiries.
'Do you know of a woman named Kai? I believe that is the name she chooses here.'
'No, my friend.' Drifter led the way as they came within sight of what appeared to be an isolated motorcycle bar. 'There are many in the Peak I have not met. What is your future mate's appearance?'
As if summoned by the Great Mother Herself, Kai materialized before them in all of her glory. Not her naked glory, Dhegyr noted. Likely because of Drifter's presence.
Dhegyr jerked to a halt, leaves flying around him. Beside him, Drifter skidded a few steps before he come to a full halt.
'I'll just leave you two alone,' he mind-spoke to Dhegyr. With a bow of his head to Kai, and a quick shake of his white mane, Drifter spun trotting away from them.
"You have found me," Kai defiantly announced, her small fists planted on her round-as-summer-peaches hips -- the hips he dreamed of lustily seizing during their passions.
Dhegyr seated himself on his haunches, his motion slow, deliberate. He gazed fully at her. 'Do I morph to man here, Kai of the Summer Meadowland?' he mind-asked. 'Or do we speak in comfort before a roaring fire?'
"A roaring fire you want...is it?" she challenged, her chin thrust in that way that always caused his blood to rush with ferocious desire. Tendrils of her hair -- the color of autumn's red leaves -- lifted from the sheer force of her being, but then drifted on the morning winds, becoming brisker by the moment.
There had never been a woman more beautiful to his eye. In the course of his life, once Kai had departed, he'd shared many a woman's bed. Dhegyr little cared he found his woman's beauty startling -- more inspiring than ever -- yes, because they had been mated by the Greater Force, that which ruled their homeland.
'A fire it is. My corporeal form is not accustomed to the bone-eating cold of this human world.' Dhegyr waited.
Perhaps, patience had become his ally now. For, Kai's expression softened if only the smallest bit. "Come," she sharply voiced.
Whirling in a grand sweep of her crimson cape, she marched toward the entrance of the motorcycle bar. Most willingly, his blood high for her, Dhegyr followed. He cared not that he appeared like her pet. For now, she could rule. He well knew how to rule in their chambers.
He smiled a very wolf smile.
Before pulling the bar's heavy door open, Kai half-turned to him. With her gaze not fully meeting his, she softly announced, "Did you know I summoned you here?"
Dhegyr sought a moment of wisdom before telepathing the words immediately entering his head. He raised a wolf brow. 'Did you know, love, that your communications to our realm have been blocked since your departure?'
Kai smiled that slow queenly smile of hers. "Yes, I know." She shoved the door open.
Have a Magickal Season of Thanksgiving...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance