Zombies Sighted on Black Friday!

~~Attn Talbot's Peak residents, Zombies have been sighted at stores in surrounding towns, partaking of black Friday deals.  Stay safe...you've been warned.~~

Ziva smiled as she made the last of the tweeks to her Friday post on the Guts and Butts site.  The not so gentle reminder to the more than human sect of Talbot's Peak was like a secret service announcement to the world.  The last thing this sleepy little town needed was a group of Were's shuffling and jostling in a line of humans trying to score the best deals on the worst shopping day of the year...

Trampling was just the beginning of the ugliness a group of shifters could cause...

It was a good thing most animals were wierded out by zombies and crowds - her little jpg warning above ought to be enough to keep the shifters in town and away from angry mobs...she hoped.
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 Stay safe today, and if ya'll go out for deals...watch out for Zombies and out of control Were's!

Serena

A Thanksgiving Moment With Dante

Grateful for the chilled night air filling his lungs, Dante loped up the long incline toward his favorite viewing spot, deep in the forest that surrounded his Pleasure Club. Autumn’s leaves, moist from the daylong drizzle, cushioned his paws and lessened the sound of his steady stride.

Since he couldn’t share Thanksgiving with the catwoman he loved, Kitty, a lone run without the encumbrance of overseeing events at the club, had been his gift to himself. Several days ago, he and Lamar had made certain the few in Talbot’s Peak who would have been alone on this day of feast-sharing, had been invited to a banquet at his biker bar.

Dante paused at the edge of the clearing high on the mountainside. Hidden behind an enormous tree trunk, he sniffed carefully for any enemy, then observed the area as he waited and listened.

He’d made certain to satisfy his hunger, so he wouldn’t feel the need to hunt. Now Dante savored each blood-rich smell, the treat like a Thanksgiving Day dinner.

At his approach most every animal had gone to ground, or headed into the forest. Except Harry, who now scurried to the top of a large boulder waiting for him.

Wanting the solace only Mother Nature could give, a time to revel in the nighttime silence, Dante padded toward his sitting spot. He could see Talbot’s Peak proper, and he knew precisely which house belonged to his Kitty.

Atop the highest surface on the boulder, Harry raised up on his tiny mouse haunches. They didn’t mentally speak, but communed at a deeper level where only harmony existed.

Harry stretched upward, his nose and whiskers quivering as he met the touch of Dante’s nose. Companionably, they settled side-by-side, Harry on the boulder, and Dante sitting close, his shoulder resting against the rock.

Staying silent, Dante reflected on the gratitude he felt for the friends he’d made since returning to Talbot’s Peak, and for all he’d been able to accomplish with the Pleasure Club. His plans had only just begun.

Mostly, Dante was grateful for his precious Kitty. His beautiful little cat shapeshifter who often surprised him with her spunky courage, and who loved him with a heart of gold.

Someday soon they would be together. Someday soon...

How’s life? He asked Harry.
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Date Night

A little silliness inspired by a random-act-of-conversation with my teenage son and by my cousin's reaction to seeing this movie. The other night while listening to two DJs argue on the radio about what kind of people watch the Twilight movies, my darling son had what I call a 'flight of fancy'. If the word 'vegan-pire' gets stuck in your head, blame him, not me. Not only can I NOT take credit for the startling detour in logic that created the term, it's now stuck in my head, too.

“So what movie do you want to go see?”

“How about that one with the vegan-pires?”

“The vegan what?!?”

“Vegan-pires. You know, where the vampires refuse to drink human blood and go hunt bears and stuff for blood instead and get all cold and hard and glittery?”

“You mean Breaking Dawn?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Dude, how did you get ‘vegan-pire’ out of—wait. How do you know that much about the plot in the first place? Even gay guys won’t go watch a Stephanie Meyer movie.”

“I wouldn’t be so condescending if I were you. You knew what movie I was talking about!”

“But I’m a chick! Chicks like sparkly vampires!”

“You mean vegan-pires. And you just want to see Robert Patterson shirtless.”

“No way! I am Team Jacob all the way! Wait, you side tracked me again!”

“Fine. Yeah I like the movies. They have werewolves in them. I would probably watch Gone With The Wind if there were werewolves in it. I just have to make sure I take a chick with me so I don’t look like a wuss.”

“Now that is a story I can believe. Any movie with werewolves and vampires is bound to at least intrigue most guys.”

“Vegan-pires.”

“What is with this ‘vegan-pire’ stuff, anyway?”

“You know… Vegans are people who go out of their way to not eat normal human food for moral reasons. The Cullens are blood suckers who go out of their way not to eat normal vampire food for moral reasons…”

“That’s… very odd. But fine, we can go see the vegan-pire flick tonight. And next week, you can be my excuse for going to see that new Jason Momoa flick.”

“Deal.”

What a Girl Has to Do to Get Her Wolf-Husky Man

Wooferton, affectionately known as Woofie, had never given her a second glance, and certainly never a second butt sniff. Despite that, Shindy had been in love with the wolf-husky hybrid shapeshifter since their days together at Talbot's Peak High. That one dance beneath the full moon with Woofie, high school star of the football team... gosh-howls, could he catch and carry a pigskin... had caused her heart to trip so fast, and her head to spin so romantically, Shindy had thought she would faint right there in his arms.

Desperate to get him to notice her, Shindy costumed herself as a turkey. This year she wanted to be the Thanksgiving bounty, not on his table, but in his bed. Or wherever their lustiest howling passions...

Shindy gave herself a good shake. Now was not the time to let her fantasies get the upper paw.

During the annual Fall Turkey Hunt, Shindy planned to race in front of Woofie, and shake her faux feather tail irresistibly. Since the tables in Talbot's Peak were always laden with the plumpest tastiest birds thanks to Woofie and his pack, she figured this was her best and maybe last chance to arouse his mating fervor.

As Shindy gazed in the mirror to make certain her turkey costume wasn't askew, she realized to her dismay, she was just one more woman shapeshifter who would do 'anything' to attract the mate of her choice.

A touch of shame quivered her belly as she trotted out of her bedroom. What a girl has to do to get her wolf-husky man, she thought



Happy Thanksgiving Day Week, shapeshifter lovers.

Except for that little bit above, my inspiration has left the building, and since I'm tireder than tired, here's my funny turkey cartoon collection. Likely, you've seen them before. And, yes, they only go from bad to worse... but they might be good for a few gobbles and grins.










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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Folk Hero

“He rode into town from ages past, one of a kind, he was the last, his steed of choice was a pickup truck, he was looking for either a fight or a – ”

“Hey!” the saber-tooth tiger broke in. “You want to write a song about me, fine. Just keep it clean. And accurate. I don’t even own a pickup truck.”

“It’s a country song,” the bison retorted. “It’s gotta have prison, a pickup truck, and your mama in it.”

“Here’s a better idea. Sing about something else. Talbot’s Peak doesn’t need to hear ‘The Ballad of Steel Saber.’ That’s not even my real name.”

“Got a great ring to it, though. A real cowboy-hero name. Anyway, nobody can pronounce your real name. The language went extinct soon after you did.”

“Don’t remind me,” the tiger growled. “Any leads on the books yet?”

“That’s why I’m writing the song, bro. Landed a gig at that bar in the woods. The trees whisper the owner has his thumb in quite a few disreputable pies. Spirit books go missing and turn up in Montana, betcha he knows where. Wipe that look off your face. I’ll be discrete.”

“Sure you will.”

“Relax. I only charge headlong into things during rut. We’re months away from that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got songs need writing’. You like this chord here, or should I save it for the end?”

“It all sounds the same to me. Listen, you can use Steel Saber if you have to. Just don’t mention the curse.”

“Bro! The curse is the hook! It’s the heart of the song! The last sabertooth cat in the world, cursed by a prehistoric shaman to wander the earth for eternity.”

“In the company of a bison who can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“You don’t like it, eat me.”

“Don’t think I haven’t thought about it.”

“Well, stop thinking. I’m too tough for even your fangs to rip into.” The bison tested a riff, and nodded. “Trust me, bro, it’ll work out fine. Nothing draws in the ladies like a tough man under a curse. Give you something to occupy your time while we’re looking for those books.”

“I’m not looking for companionship.”

“Good thing. Attitude like that, you won’t get any. You gonna be pissy, go run in the woods. I need to finish this. Maybe I can get some play on the local radio station.”

“As who? ‘Johnny Cashcow, the Bull in Black’? What the hell kind of stage name is that?”

“The kind that sounds country. Nobody’s going to turn out for a country singer named Rupert Frink. It’s all about image, bro. Excuse me, Steel.”

The renamed Steel Saber ripped off his shirt. “I’m going for that run.”

“Finally. You’re a real damper on the creative impulses.” Rupert adjusted a string and hummed the chorus to himself. “Trapped in the future, looking for the past, and the woman who’ll make him happy at last … ”

A Woman From Serge's Past

Anna flopped down on the tree limb she’d climbed up to. Too long, far too long, she’d been without a pard or place to call her own. The mountains of this place called Talbot’s Peak spoke to her heart. Even the distance call to her soul from her place of origin could not stop the longing and need she had to be one with those who accepted her and what she offered.

“What do you offer?” Her conscience asked the question repeatedly over the last few days. Even in her sleep, she quizzed herself. Until one answer came to mind, she brought peace, tranquility, and love.

“How do you do this?” Sighing, Anna rested her head on her paws. She could hear Serge her old mentor and teacher chiding her to look beyond the obvious and understand that life pulsed in spurts bringing with it joy and pain that often brought the recognition with that what one had was there for a reason.

Anna twitched her tail. How she missed her conversations with Serge. Many long nights and days spent hunting and prowling the highlands back in Siberia left them gorged or frustrated. The love she brought could be measured in friendship, and the familial feeling she gave others who meant a lot to her, and the ones in her pard who looked after her. Too bad the encroachment of the humans sent the pard scattering. Many had left the country and others took to the mountains traveling to other sections and areas knowing that eventually they would need to move again.

Anna refused to look back. Serge had scolded her on staying focused in one direction too much. “Looking forward makes you vulnerable and leaves your back open to attack. In the rear is what is done. Losing the lessons shows you’ve learned nothing. Instead, look, listen, and remember. Nothing happens without reason or cause.” His words echoed in her heart and mind. Her journey to this point hadn’t been easy and the people and shifters who helped her along the way were forever a part of her.

Sniffing the wind, Anna raised her head. Her hackles rose. The scent was too familiar. Strong scents of male tiger spoor filled her nostrils and vanished as fast as it tickled her nose. Was it him?