Scents brighter than I now can fathom. Sunbursts in the fragrance of gardenia, lilac laced with terror laced with iron. Blood on my [ … ] hands, not hands. A plunge of fur beneath my muz
I remember none of this. But oh, the feeling in it, the way I long to stretch muscles, coil myself into a tightness and then spring, then race, miles and miles, with a fond voice calling
[ … ]
There is something here I don’t remember, Puppy.
You’re correct [ … ] I think. What I am can’t be effected quite like other beings; a wolf’s biting kiss wouldn’t change me from myself. But there are other ways, always. Ways to become sometimes a wolf; ways to be a mate, preserved.
Your eyes were honeyed, bright, exhilarated. Beneath me, looking upward. Starlight’s reflection and around us, blood and sweetness.
My wolf, my Puppy, my light.
[ … ]
Careful. Careful, yes, I will be— Cautious. I have suspicions on this matter. Inklings; not-quite-memories burning beyond reach. I can’t approach them now - I won’t; not when they sear too sharp; not without my mate to hold me anchored - but in time, perhaps, I’ll understand.
In time we may remember.
In time we will; I'm sure of it. And I will run with you again.
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That I once [ … ] embodied something other.
Four legs, where most often I had two.
Scents brighter than I now can fathom. Sunbursts in the fragrance of gardenia, lilac laced with terror laced with iron. Blood on my [ … ] hands, not hands. A plunge of fur beneath my muzI remember none of this. But oh, the feeling in it, the way I long to stretch muscles, coil myself into a tightness and then spring, then race, miles and miles, with a fond voice calling[ … ]
There is something here I don’t remember, Puppy.
You’re correct [ … ] I think. What I am can’t be effected quite like other beings; a wolf’s biting kiss wouldn’t change me from myself. But there are other ways, always. Ways to become sometimes a wolf; ways to be a mate, preserved.
Your eyes were honeyed, bright, exhilarated. Beneath me, looking upward. Starlight’s reflection and around us, blood and sweetness.
My wolf, my Puppy, my light.
[ … ]
Careful. Careful, yes, I will be— Cautious. I have suspicions on this matter. Inklings; not-quite-memories burning beyond reach. I can’t approach them now - I won’t; not when they sear too sharp; not without my mate to hold me anchored - but in time, perhaps, I’ll understand.
In time we may remember.
In time we will; I'm sure of it.
And I will run with you again.