Love is Only Love
Would express my affections and this is a gift to one of the most beloved wolves i've ever met: tristan black wolf here's the music for those who want to hear the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?
Squirrely's Nuts
tristan black wolf: might just read you a story, if you'd wish. :) gabriel clyde: hmmmm im always up... :p tristan black wolf: \*tries not to notice\* gabriel clyde: hehe yes, a story. tristan black wolf: well then... what shall it be about?
Monday Memos [song lyrics]
So a song that i wrote as inspired by one tristan black wolf. the story entitled "no more monday memos" includes the opening verse. as a side thing for tristan i did this piece.
Aftermath
Cory Windrunner slumped, exhausted, barely able to keep herself on the hassock she had sat upon... how long ago? Hours? Months? Years? She had heard every word of a story spanning nearly a decade, felt as if she had somehow lived it, survived it, and...
Collar 4 -- Need to Talk
I passed my forepaws over my face briefly, trying to regain my wits, then settled them in my lap. The events of the past week, not to mention the past hour or so, were taking a toll. I couldn't blame it on lack of sleep; I'd been sleeping like a happy...
Collar 3 -- Self Discovery
"He's in a spot o' bother, isn't he, little 'un?" "Very much so, Master, very much a spot of bother." "Quite the pickle, wouldn't ye say?" "A particularly large gherkin, Master, a prize-winning dill." "Kosher, d' ye think?" "It would not be my...
Collar 9 -- Faith
The next few weeks were a study in contrasts, from frustration and relief (careful where you go with that) to hectic and calm. I announced my guardianship at both Sunday masses, receiving a positive response from the vast majority of the congregation....
Attar of Blue Roses, Part 1
"If you value your life, drive." A fury of feathers and feathers, of wings and hooves, of two or more shades of white and a spun white-gold of mane and tail, of speed and desperation, earth and wind in fear-full motion. The large side door of the...
The Stag and the Ocean
_A beginning is a delicate thing..._ _The old wolf sat alone at his table in the café, waiting to meet his friend. "I have a story to tell," his friend had told him, "of how I came to be born. I have told the story in music; it's time now for you to...
Attar of Blue Roses, Part 2
It was a long time before the sobbing became the hushed tears of relief, and from there came the quiet moments of recovering from both the pain and the ebbing of pain. Through it all, Regan simply held the Pegasus close to himself, offering warmth and...
Jumping Mouse, Part 1
"Mrs. Peel... you're needed." I'd have jumped out of my fur entirely, if I hadn't caught a whiff of wintergreen a few seconds earlier. As it was, I pivoted in place and looked at the tall, lanky figure leaning against the coat closet door of my condo,...
Bloodline, Part 1
It had been about two months since that first night with Abram. For a long while, what I felt most was a peculiar kind of emptiness, a sensation of a large hole in my spirit. When that image finally came to me fully, I realized exactly what it was that...