What's That on the Taltube?

Bull breathed out a sigh of relief before choking in a sob of despair.  While grateful the cow in the Taltube video wasn’t his lady love, he was sickened with the knowledge that any moose were being hunted and filmed by someone in this town.

“Psst…Bullwinkie.”

“Bull’s fine, Milly.”  Great, the mouse was about to proposition him, again.  He’d to have to let her down gently so as not to make her cry like the last time.

“Right-right, sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”  For the millionth time… 

“O-okay, sor…ah.”

“Never mind, just… what can I do for you?”  Bull grumbled, angry when he watched her eyes fill and her nose quiver.  Why did they have to go through this all the time.  He wasn’t interested in anyone but his lovely Ronnie. 

Veronica J. Elg was his friend, hopefully the carrier of his seed and all around love of his life.  Yes, it was true that moose were polygamous animals, which was great for his brothers and sisters, but deep down he was as monogamous as they came.  He only wanted Ronnie and to be a father to their young.  She, unfortunately, was a little freaked by the notion of him sticking close.  Hours after their wicked forest romp, she’d split.  He’d searched for her, to no avail, it was like she’d never been there to begin with and it was killing him.

“Ah…so, Bully?”

“What?  Sorry, what was that again?”  Damn, loss of concentration…just an additional problem Ronnie’s disappearance caused him.  Last night, a friend had showed him these disturbing videos now showing up on the Taltube of animal hunts here in Talbot’s Peak.  Snuff videos to be sure, but how had it escaped the notice of the town’s protectors?   He’d scoured the entire site hoping to not find his love, stopping every so often to empty his stomach and jot down names of friends he needed to check up on.

“Do you want to see what I found the other night, south of town?”

“No, Milly, sorry, but I’m just not interested.”  Bull rose from his desk, web address and list of names in his hand intending to bring it to Nick’s attention.  As a protector, maybe he could get it to stop and perhaps help him find, Ronnie.  “Excuse me.”

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“…But, Viktor, he’s not taking the bait.”

“Get him here, Millicent, or you can suffer the consequences.”

“No, please…”

“The last of the Pashka smells so good and my mouth is watering.”

“You don’t even like cheese you rotten warthog.”

“But you do.”

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.  Come home soon, love…with my rack!”

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May you be your own protector or find a wickedly sexy one of your own!


Serena

Maurice, the Moose Shapeshifter

Pic from Coast to Coast AM ~

Metropolitan Moose

This moose stood here and watched the walk sign change before he and his twin brother crossed this busy midtown road in Anchorage, Alaska. We have a large population of moose that spend the winter in town and it seems they have adapted well to city living! This guy is probably only three years old.

--Timothy Wood
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Tuesday 'Full Moon in Leo' howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

At first, I planned to post Chapter Twenty-Five of my WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys. However, that turned out to be undoable in the allotted time I had once everything got done that needed doing yesterday. Besides, my brain was worn out from a long, rough day of shopping for the necessities.

So, inspired by the above picture, I found my hero for today's flash scene.
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Maurice, the Moose Shapeshifter

Somewhere his life had taken a very bad turn. Several bad turns to be exact. He'd been chased by rivals far away from his herd. With his body mauled by antlers, hooves and teeth, he'd tried to make his way back so he could, at least, tag behind and keep everyone in sight.

But a hunter with a high-powered rifle had spotted him, and he'd had to race for his life through the densest part of the forest. Even though, he could be heard crashing through the brush for miles around, he'd managed to finally escape before exhaustion sent him to his knees.

When he'd been able to struggle onto his feet again, he'd limped along a deer trail toward the sound of water. Since it had been a fast-rushing, large stream, he'd been able to stand in the winter-cold waters and let himself heal for a short time.

Well knowing the area was filled with trophy-seeking hunters, he'd made himself leave the stream. Although, he'd been on this side of freezing, anyway -- even with his fairly big bulk. At that dismal point, he followed his instincts because there was nothing else he could figure to do.

Bedraggled in appearance and in spirit, he'd traveled due south, snatching bites of lichen, and anything else edible. Not really much food for a bull moose of his size, even with his youthful age.

He thought about using his odd ability, the one that showed up every ten generations or so in his family...and was likely the main cause for why he'd been viciously pursued by his former pals -- why he'd been driven from the herd. However, he couldn't see how changing into his human form would help him out all the much in the deep forest.

Yeah, he thought, that was real, antler-rubbing gratitude for ya. As a human, he'd been able to retrieve special treats for the herd, and bring knowledge to the herd elders that aided in their survival. Now... now, he lost weight daily, and his steps were too slow and on the verge of painful.

When his nose practically dragged the ground from fatigue, he wondered if he should find the nearest hunter and sacrifice himself -- not that any human would want him now, given his poor condition -- yet, it was at that instant, he caught sight of a skunk who was partly morphed, and quickly became a lovely naked woman.

If it hadn't been for his depleted and dire state, so dire his hormones didn't raise worth a good piss, he would have silently trumpeted his appreciation, trotting much faster after her. Even so, a sense of hope grabbed him where he still lived, where his heart still beat, even if the beat was only a sluggish thump-thump.

Picking up his hooves as fast as he could, he followed after her. A feeling of fate arrowed through him as she entered an isolated town that had the strong smell of animal blended with human -- as did the town High School she ambled quickly toward.

Deciding his human form would give him an advantage, he shifted behind the tall bushes, but much slower than usual because of his sad condition. Afterward, he snuck inside where a late night meeting was obviously going on.

Immediately waylaid by the smell of food, he headed for the school kitchen instead of finding out what was taking place at this strange hour. Besides, first things first, he needed to find some clothes.

Now, as he stuffed another raw vegetable filled sandwich into his mouth, he gazed at the form on the table. Maybe, just maybe he'd found a place to stay for the winter, if this survey was to be believed.

Figuring there had to be a pencil, or a pen somewhere, since it was a high school after all, he grabbed the form, and walked with deliberate stealth... just in case... toward the nearest classroom door.

Pencil in hand, he seated himself at a desk where the moonlight shone the brightest. With great care he read through the instructions again. Even then, he hardly dared believe there was actually a community where he might not stand out like a broken antler.

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Dear Resident:

In order to better serve the people of Talbot’s Peak, we would like to create a clearer picture of our citizens’ demographics so that we may continue to provide the programs and services that best meet your needs. To that end, we ask that you take a few minutes to fill out this voluntary survey. No names are required, and all information will be kept confidential. Talbot’s Peak thanks you for your cooperation.

Lancelot Link, Mayor
Talbot’s Peak, Montana

Species

Human ___ Shapeshifter _X_ Vampire ____ Spirit Being ___God ____ Other ________

If shapeshifter, please specify animal: _Moose_

Age: 18-30 _X_ 31-45 ____ 46-60 ___ 61+ ____

Gender

Male_X_ Female ____ Neuter ____ Hermaphroditic ____Undecided ____ Other ____


Are you


Single_X_ Mated ____ In pack or group living arrangement ____ Other _____

Type of dwelling

House _____ Den/Lair ______ Cave ______ Nest _______Underwater Dwelling ______ Other _Homeless_

Do you

Own a Home _______ Rent or Lease _______ Nomadic/Herd _______N/A

Are you currently employed? Yes ____ No_X, I am willing to work_ Self-employed ____

(Note: “Alpha” is not considered an occupation)


How long have you lived in Talbot’s Peak?


1-5 yrs ____ 5-10 yrs ____ More than 10 yrs ____Born/whelped in area _____N/A


What brought you to Talbot’s Peak? What do you like best about the area?

Luck brought me to this town. There are others like me.


Are you pleased with how local government is currently running things?

Yes ____ No ____No comment since I just arrived.

Comments/recommendations:

If you could help me find a job and a place to stay, I would recommend Talbot's Peak to other humans, shapeshifters, vampires, spirit beings, gods and 'others', as a good place to live.


PLEASE RETURN THIS SURVEY IN THE ENCLOSED POSTAGE-PAID ENVELOPE. DO NOT INCLUDE CORRESPONDENCE, DEAD ANIMALS, FECES OR OTHER ITEMS IN ENVELOPE.

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Maurice wiped his slowly dripping tears on the sleeve of the over-sized plaid shirt he'd found... and borrowed. He forgave himself for his weakness. After all, he wasn't that mature yet as a moose.

Tomorrow morning he could locate City Hall... and if he hand-delivered the survey... maybe someone would get the hint, and help him out. Maybe there was another herd to join. Maybe even shapeshifter moose just like him. Although, he'd scented no other of his kind. So far. But what if... what if there were other moose. And, what if there was a mate for him?
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Remember! The CUPID'S CHOICE Blog Hop starts this Friday ~ February 10-12 ~
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous Full Moon Day ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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