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A 2nd Affair in pictures
The beginning
Once, some
years back in a virtual world, I wandered through a friends
forest. As I entered the clearing where she sat in front
of the campfire, alongside her love, I spied lovely wolf, and
an idiot. I could tell immediately that he was an idiot,
because he thought it was a fine game to harrass and
attack a fine creature that was doing nothing to him.
I showed
the wolf that I was a friend, and the idiot, I was a force to
be reckoned with. Thus began a very long friendship.
We both have
many forms we can take, as is the nature of that world, but
most often we are human, and at our core is the beast that
is our true nature. You would think a wolf and a tiger
to be an odd combination, but in truth there was a lot in
common, and a great compatibility. Two fairly solitary
creatures, with great strength, and a fierce loyalty to
friends and family. This was the start of the dance.
To dance in an
ethereal world is devine. There is no missteps on
toes, you are lighter than air, and you know every
move. Dancing for me was always a way to calm and
lift. Just to see your dress swirl around you while
your partner pulls you in close, the soft fabric enveloping
you both, is a dream.
When you know
someone for a while, you become comfortable. You can relax
in each others arms
and drift away for a while. Or you can make
a joke and know the other will not take offence. I
decided to turn the wall around someones house pink once, and later, knowing
they would not be able to work out how
to change it back, I offered to strip the paint off
again... I did not mean strip the paint off from other places it
got added to.
He suffered
later for his cheek, but that was the game. Limits
were always tested, but friendships weren't.
"A
picture is worth a thousand words" these may not
have always been that, but there was usually a story with
them, or at least something that inspired
them. Sometimes it was just an image in the mind, of a
spirit, that which the name and nature of a Huntress brought
to mind.
The Huntress is many things including a
gypsy at heart, a free spirit with mystical powers. A
keen ear could hear the spoken words, but know the reality
behind them.
A gypsy can read your palm, your cards,
or look into the stars, and sometimes see the most
supprizing things. At times to some it has seemed as
though I could read their minds. A disconcerting idea, but not
true of course... or is it...
No matter what,
our true natures can always be seen, strong, fierce, loyal, a swirl of
light and laughter, a free spirit with a good heart
and a quick wit that can snap back with an unexpected twist
and cheeky, wicked grin. All this is The
Huntress.
Huntress, able
to calm and begile even the most primal
beast.
Many have tried to do the same in
reverse, but they always underestimate how hard
it is to herd a
cat.
Maybe, it
is because that beast exists
within....
The hairs on the back of his
neck rose as She breathed hot air there. Softly, just to let
him know she was close, very close, ready to pounce. She was
slowly circling round him, but he stayed still, staring
straight ahead not daring to move. There was no where to run
anyway. One hand slid round from the side, over his arm
pulling him slowly back against that warm body. No escape as
now as the hand reached all the way across to the opposite
nipple. Thumb and forefinger lightly captured the little
peak.
He braced himself knowing
what was about to come, that sharp pain, which would make
his body scream. His heart was racing as he told himself he
had to stay put or worse would come. Suddenly her arm pulled
him in even tighter, momentarily expelling the air from his
lungs, and it felt like he was in a vice. She used this
constriction to make it easier to sink her teeth into his
shoulder. He cried out first in shock, having expected a
different part of his body to be assaulted, and then in
pain, as she bit deep and then sort of ... chewed a
little.
He grimaced as She bit and
sucked the same spot repeatedly, and tried not to think
about what that would mean later. Tried yes, but failed. He
knew for the rest of the night, at random times, She would
grab or press on that spot. This would likely be followed by
giggles and soft laughter, as She took glee in seeing his
face scrunch up in pain from her handiwork.
His thoughts were cut short
as he once more found the thumb and forefinger surrounding
his tender flesh. She was just off to the side of him,
almost in front, hands front and back of his body. AHHHH his
mind screamed as She flattened his nipple in a painful
pinch, causing him to pitch forward. AHHHHH he sprang
upright again instantly as Her nails raked cruelly down his
back Ribbons of fire that surely must have drawn
blood.
He had shut his eyes tight as
the first stabs of pain hit, and now he cautiously opened
them worried about what he might see. She was waiting for
it, his eyes to flutter open and look. His eyes locked into
Hers, she was smiling, but it was not a warm smile, and in
Her gaze he could see that cold hard glitter. He swallowed
hard, this night may require a lot of endurance. The soft
whisper in his ear was a bad omen, "is something wrong?"
Looking at Her he replied "no, Mistress" to that cool stare.
Mistress was in a Sadistic mood, and just like the cats She
loved, she was adept at quietly stalking, pouncing, and then
playing with Her prey. Unfortunately tonight, he was the
prey.
There are many things we hunt for in life, and just
as many ways to hunt them. Treat them mean to keep
them keen. Take them, collar them and show all they
are yours, so they also know they are owned.
Take them, lead them to your lair, then let no one
else see your treasure so it stays safe and in your
possesion.
Lure with feminine wiles, or various assests.
Tease and tantalise, let them think you could be fun and
available to play with.
Let them think they have gotten the upper hand.
It does not matter if you dig the hole or you let them dig
it for themselves, they will still be the one in
it.
Of course there is always the option that you just
wait. Be patient and let them come to you. Stay
in touch, but let them set the
pace.
It had been a
while since she had sent the Gargoyle off, but then it had
also been a while since she had seen Him. Oh they had
spoken across the vast space, but it was as they say, in
passing, like two ships in the night. Barely more than
acknowledgment the other was there so they did not
crash.
She was
connected to the gargoyle, so its vision was hers as it flew
across the empty ocean. The expanse of nothing but
gentle waves and sky was often soothing, but on this occasion
it just made her feel isolated. A little set of islands
in what seemed like an unending sea.
He was
slowing, she concentrated harder, but saw nothing there, but
then, yes, land. At this point she could see no further,
the bond with the magical creature could only extend so far,
so from here on, she had to trust it could do the task and
return
She headed to
the beach and sat down by the fire, quietly watching the
flames. She let the clutter in her mind slowly settle
and concentrated on the dancing light. It was one of the
few things she could use to take her state of awareness down a
bit.
There it was,
the bond once more, linking the creature to her.
Impatient now she wandered back to the resting spot of the
stone beast, waiting for it to land. It settled onto
it's perch, strangely graceful for such a construct, and
she looked at it intently. "Well? What did you
find?" It lowered it's head, knowing it did not have the
answer she craved. Looking at the creature, she joined
its thoughts to hers, as it recalled what it saw.
Minimal signs of activity, and in fact none for a few
days. Sighing, she released the Gargoyle, and it
returned to its guardian state.
"not a bye
... an until next time" They were nice words to hear,
but such things were always so hard to believe. Priority
of others were often so different to her own. Knowing
and sharing what priorities are, not always an easy
thing.
She thought on this a bit, looking at the
stiff, cold creature before her. Was this
her? Not stiff and cold, but with a heart that was
cast in stone, unable to change from the past where it had
been first formed. Imminent darkness waits to meet
whatever fingers of light reach out, so that the extended hand
must reach further or retreat so as to be safe,
unaffected.
Bowing her
head a moment in contemplation, she looked within, so many
shadows, little glimmers of light. But it was not just
that... now and then, a spark, a burst of happiness,
compassion, inspiration, dare she say love? Yes the was
sparks of love there, but it was not that hard to give love,
but to accept it, be accepted by it, that was a different
thing, that was in the penumbra, and the intensity of light
and dark there was always in flux. This was where it
sat, she could feel it nestled on the edge of the blackness,
doubt, carefully balanced and able to go either way.
Doubt that others loved, doubt that others cared, doubt of any
worth, insidious whispers carried from the black
heart.
She raised
her head again and once more looked at the stone shape.
For the second time she wondered, was this her? A
representation of a living thing, but not really living.
Was she letting the darkness stop her really
living? A bitter smile crossed her face, it was
happening now. There was the doubt, the questioning of
her worth, it never left, it was always there. Reaching
out a hand, she touched the gargoyle's head, you have no
choice my servant, you are as you are made, I feel I am too,
although others would say that can be changed, I would say
that not much can. Pills and potions, a bit of magic, a
good witch or wizard is hard to find, and even when you do
they slip away back into the forest when their concoctions
fail. Another smile touched her lips, a happier one, as
she thought "At least while their magic works, there is some
joy, some light, it burns back the darkness before becoming
dim again, maybe one day the ground gained will stay
claimed. Maybe one day hands extended can be taken, not
slapped away. Maybe..."
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