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The silence of the woods, the quiet of the cabin, beckoned to me like a beacon of safety and sanity, so I headed for home. It would have been much easier to shift and run on four feet but I didn't want to. Instead, I picked my way through the woods, carefully, my mind filled with songs, thoughts, emotions.

I hated this. All of this. And I hated that I couldn't help, even if I wanted to. I hated feeling stupid. I hated arguing for no reason. Eventually, I stepped into the clearing. Gray Fang yipped brightly in greeting and trotted forward to nip my bare toes.

Laughter....puppy laughter.
 
Turning to face draggy as I lean down to scoop up my small protector.

Hey dragon kin...am debating spending quality alone time, just me and my lap top...but while I decide...how are you and who is the ligress??
 
Turning to face draggy as I lean down to scoop up my small protector.

Hey dragon kin...am debating spending quality alone time, just me and my lap top...but while I decide...how are you and who is the ligress??

I used a spell on L'zzy accidentally *sheepish grin* I'm still trying to figure out how to undo it.
 
Silly draggy...

Wide grin as Gray argues with me to put him down so that he can..."Wanna check weird cat. You let me..."

Why are you always running round willy nilly casting spells with out checking results first?????????
 
Silly draggy...

Wide grin as Gray argues with me to put him down so that he can..."Wanna check weird cat. You let me..."

Why are you always running round willy nilly casting spells with out checking results first?????????

I was trying to make some food for her.
 
Home. I am home. The RW, my Daddi, my life...they have released me for this little space so that I may concentrate upon my inner fantasy land, my saving grace. My sanity. I miss my Den, sometimes so fiercely that I can barely think, sometimes so intensely that I can not breathe. I miss the memories that place holds for me, the people that have come and gone...all in an instant. The truth is that it is no longer home. I am no longer home. This is just a way station, a place to debate and plot my shared stories with those few who are honest enough, trust worthy enough, to garner and keep my respect, my friendship. It is the only place where I can just be me. The one place where I have no worries, where those I do not associate with will not dare to show up and put a damper on my spirit.

So. Home. My haven. My feet take me through the woods on an old pathway, worn from countless steps, countless feet. Eventually, I reach the clearing, the cabin and hear the whimper howl of Gray fang. A momentary shudder as wild magic courses through me and then silence as the wards disperse. The door crashes open and Gray bounds out.


Yes. I know. Gone a long time. Don't yell. I have writing to do.

Up the steps and inside, to my desk, my lap top. I owe for Fr33k, for Sasha, for draggy and Sasha, possibly for Darkness. I need to write today. Too many days gone away...those days well spent but even so, I am back and writing must be, should be, done. I set to.

And the silence is soothing, blissful, happy. I am safe. It is enough.
 
Looking up from the flurry of typing, light brown eyes glittering. Two vixens down and dinner started...pork chops and chicken, placed into a crock pot...spiced and rubbed...a dollop of bbq sauce for a start. A happy smile as I contemplate Lorena. I had missed her the most...and needed to reread the last few posts in that particular story before typing a response. After all, Lorena was a kinder, gentler...ME. I needed to get back in touch with the character, with myself.

A sigh...and I pulled up the thread and jotted notes.
 
*just from the scent around the cabin, I know that Luna is present, but busy. The sign isn't on the door, but I know better than to disturb the creative process, particularly for one who I adore. I walk to the door, brush the weathered wood with my fingers, smiling and retreat*
 
All caught up, for the nonce. A scent. Light, floral, sweet. Missed. I jump up and run to the door, husky voice calling out.

Sasha?
 
*turning back just at the edge of the clearing, beaming at Luna, standing frame in the door*

I'm still here.
 
Running down the stairs, capturing her in my arms, blessing her cheek with my kiss.

Well, come on in, love. I am caught up for now....and was just thinking of you.
 
Timber wolf pup bounds inside behind Sasha and I, happy whimper, playful growl. I go to the kitchen, get him fresh water and some puppy chow, placing it on his mat. He barks a thank you...even as I head back to the living room and my guest. I grab her hand and tug her onto the couch beside me, mouth smiling widely.

How are you doing?

Strong arm cuddles her shoulders, pulls her close to me. Sitting down the height difference isn't so obvious. I lean over brushing her ear lobe with a soft kiss.

I see that Amanda has replied. Am debating what I WOULD do in that instance as opposed to what Lorena WILL do...because they might be two totally different things...
 
*grins and cuddles up close, still shaky from the encounter with the wolf pup* I'm better now that I have a direction for my thoughts, a creative outlet rather than a worrying one.

*kissing Luna's soft cheek, breathing on*

Sasha would just go home, meek and compliant, and leave thoughts and desires as just that.

Amanda takes risks...
 
Husky laughter...

Well the BOI (myself) would tell Amanda to come on in...take the shower with her...and completely refuse to acknowledge either Amanda's nudity or hopes. Lorena? I am not so sure of. She has her own wants and needs and a different set of protocols than I do.

In my world, one doesn't give a submissive what they think they want, they give them what is NEEDED. To give them what they want every time means they are learning to Top from the bottom and THAT is unacceptable.

In Lorena's world, having a new submissive express her hopes and desires is more important in the beginning...and so she may allow a certain level of closeness and rule bending that I would not.

So I am debating. How much of me do I put in there? Some, none...all..?
 
*glows with a bright smile* It's a beautiful part of the process, to decide where to go and what to do with the story.

Showering and talking, to me, would be heavenly. As if iy was afternoon tea...
 
*glows with a bright smile* It's a beautiful part of the process, to decide where to go and what to do with the story.

Showering and talking, to me, would be heavenly. As if iy was afternoon tea...

Dimpling grin...

I am in the process of writing my response, even now...One hopes it meets with your approval.

Snuggling you even closer.
 
*leaning in, head resting in the crook of Luna's*

I don't think you could disappoint. That's something that I worry about though...
 
*leaning in, head resting in the crook of Luna's*

I don't think you could disappoint. That's something that I worry about though...

brushing a soft kiss over pale forehead

Done....and you should never worry about that, pretty girl. We are crafting a story together that others are enjoying...and your responses are spot on for the character you are crafting.

Mine are a commingling of myself and something other...and I am trying to keep the pressure off...so that the enjoyment carries YOU into the story....
 
*cooing as I feel soft lips, then smiling as I digest the post*

There is no pressure. I pushed expectation out the window. This story is alive in a way that few others I have even taken part have been.

There is no pleasure. Throw anything you want at me. *grins*
 
Whispers into the shell of your ear...

Anything I want, baby doll? Hmmmm....

Soft grin and regular tone of voice, husky with laughter.

You shouldn't say such things, punkin. And I am glad our story is providing you with enjoyment, otherwise what would be the point? Yes?
 
Whispers into the shell of your ear...

Anything I want, baby doll? Hmmmm....

Soft grin and regular tone of voice, husky with laughter.

You shouldn't say such things, punkin. And I am glad our story is providing you with enjoyment, otherwise what would be the point? Yes?

*blushes furiously squeaking*

Anything? I.... *unable to finish the thought*

Yes, enjoyment, yes. *murmurs, lost in thoughts...*
 
dies giggling

Oh baby doll, you are in for all sorts of trouble...Maybe even here...one day...if and when My red one comes back to help me break it in properly.
 
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