Oh, Puppy, Puppy— I never would have let our mayor cast this curse if I’d had no exit waiting.
We will be returning home.
And we will have magic before that. Here; within the boundaries of this town. It returns with the breaking of the curse.
Just think, Dearest: Your abilities will be returned. Your other form is waiting.
Twelve years, my Love, and you’ll roam again, fur and fangs, paws and shw [ … ] brushing tail, and all.
[ … ]
I long to watch my wolf run free. To hear you howl; to see your beauty racing through the trees, and after to curl, to nestle my?? to curl against you, to embrace you and nestle my head at the warmth of your throat, the fullness of your coat.
[ … ]
We must have done that, as well. Cuddled, man-not-man and wolf.
In the tower, fireside [ … ] where I laid my cloak.
In our den.
Perhaps in the same glade that saw my prince’s coronation.
[ … ]
…My Autumnal Prince.
Yes.
Words that sing somewhere in my knowing. Words that shower pinprick pains of severed memory, and at the same time rush my lungs, my heart with vast relief, with sanctity.
I know the glade you mean, and the stretch of moss and loosestrife and ragged robin by the creek. [ … ] It blurs in my memory, much like the cottage that looked so like your A-frame here. Much like the ink marked throughout our castle, red and persistent.
I am—
Oh, Love. I wish I could remember.
We must have had decades ofHow long did we live side-by-side
To have watched you flourish, watched you in every form, and to have forgotten all of this; to have had every moment stolen
So much was taken from us.
We’ll have it back. Our memories, and our home. When the curse breaks and our magic is restored, we’ll have what we need. All of the tools to return to the Forest.
It will take some time, but trust me, my Autumnal Heart, my Puppy Prince; your wild god will take us home.
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Oh, Puppy, Puppy— I never would have let our mayor cast this curse if I’d had no exit waiting.
We will be returning home.
And we will have magic before that. Here; within the boundaries of this town. It returns with the breaking of the curse.
Just think, Dearest: Your abilities will be returned. Your other form is waiting.
Twelve years, my Love, and you’ll roam again, fur and fangs, paws and
shw[ … ] brushing tail, and all.[ … ]
I long to watch my wolf run free. To hear you howl; to see your beauty racing through the trees, and after
to curl, to nestle my??to curl against you, to embrace you and nestle my head at the warmth of your throat, the fullness of your coat.[ … ]
We must have done that, as well. Cuddled, man-not-man and wolf.
In the tower, fireside [ … ] where I laid my cloak.
In our den.
Perhaps in the same glade that saw my prince’s coronation.
[ … ]
…My Autumnal Prince.
Yes.
Words that sing somewhere in my knowing. Words that shower pinprick pains of severed memory, and at the same time rush my lungs, my heart with vast relief, with sanctity.
I know the glade you mean, and the stretch of moss and loosestrife and ragged robin by the creek. [ … ] It blurs in my memory, much like the cottage that looked so like your A-frame here. Much like the ink marked throughout our castle, red and persistent.
I am—
Oh, Love. I wish I could remember.
We must have had decades ofHow long did we live side-by-sideTo have watched you flourish, watched you in every form, and to have forgotten all of this; to have had every moment stolenSo much was taken from us.
We’ll have it back. Our memories, and our home. When the curse breaks and our magic is restored, we’ll have what we need. All of the tools to return to the Forest.
It will take some time, but trust me, my Autumnal Heart, my Puppy Prince; your wild god will take us home.