Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[dragonrazor]

*slips in, hoping for big squishy boob hugs, but sees no one about, so sinks into a chair on the porch*

 

[yeishia]

I quietly walk up to Luna's private sanctum and place my small gifts along side the ones Shy has left her. A small note is tied around the stem of the single rose.

Dear Luna,
Please forgive my intrusion in your special space. You probably have no real idea what your gesture of yesterday actually meant to me, it lightened my heart. Please accept this small gift. It is how I see you, the red rose representing just how much love you have inside to give to others even at the risk of hurting your own heart, Your inner strength, your wolf, ofttimes amazes me. The way you unfailingly support the ones you love, your blessed pack. Those you allow into your world are fortunate indeed. I gives me solace knowing that my dark angel, Rider is counted amongst your dearest friends, that you would love and protect him as I do is a blessing indeed.
Yeishia


I smile at Dragonrazor before slipping back the way I had came.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am home and terrified. Not the fake terror or the manufactured fear but REAL terror, real fear. I don't know where to turn, I don't know what to do. I am scared to sleep in the RW, am more afraid than I will ever admit to anyone. I don't know what to do.

My eyes go to the gifts that Shy and yeishia had left for me. I can feel myself wanting to smile...but the tears are coming, fast and furious...and I am terrified.

STAY OUT!

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Fear eats at you. Like you are a full course meal. Did anyone else ever notice that or does it only feel like that to me. I wish I could stop thinking....fuck.

 

[yeishia]

Fear eats at you. Like you are a full course meal. Did anyone else ever notice that or does it only feel like that to me. I wish I could stop thinking....fuck.

Luna ..yes it often feels that way ... it consumes you if you allow it.

Stay away!

Luna my answer is simply a resounding NO!!!

I stand on the edge of your fear, an almost stranger, looking in to your world.

I reach out my hand to you, it is one of friendship.

I ache to fold you into my embrace and to simply let you cry knowing I am one who truly understands your pain.

I refuse to allow you to hurt alone!

You and yours have always been in my heart and prayers.

She will be well, believe it until told otherwise.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in with Loaded Omelet Biscuits*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I retreat once more to my home, here in cyberland. My shades are drawn, my door barred, my mind mostly empty. After the stress and upset of last night, after the falling apart, I don't want company, I don't want kind words or even NOT so kind words. I want simply to be left alone.

I feel the resonance of yeishia's message and it brings a quirk of full lips. I know she gets it, I know she and Shy, FD, others~they get it and they worry with me, for me, about me. I just don't have the energy today to be properly appreciative. This is the second time that Shy has proven her strength to me, her enduring friendship...where others have broken faith? She never has...not with me. I want to do something for her.

And yeishia? Another who is quiet. Who lives her on line life the way she chooses, incorporating those she wants and ignoring the rest. I used her template when I fashioned my home...and for the most part, it has worked. I owe her thanks as well, just NOT today.

My brain spins...thoughts of scarlet and her Sir, lingering in my head like a melody, played low. I hope she is doing well, but somehow I sincerely doubt it...and I hate not knowing. It drives me batty to be her Ma'am and have no control over the things that are spiraling out of control for her. I know it effects her Sir the same way.

My mind spins, spins...

 

[dragonrazor]

*leaves a plate on the porch for Luna*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Danica~Background

After much thought, I pull out the lap top and begin to jot down more words for M13's perusal.

Danica~a mutt~English, Irish, Jamaican, Choctaw. Short nape length curls~dark auburn in color. Dark hazel eyes~flecks of gold and green. A few freckles. Small boned, almost elfin in stature with thick hips and a round butt from her black and native ancestors.

She studied witchcraft at her grandmother Seanan's knee. Danica was taught of the Fae and studied herb lore, color magick, string and stone stories. She learned spell working, ritual observances and tied it together with the hoo-doo her grandmother Alise taught. An odd combination~the way of the wise combining with African white magick. Whatever the combo, it worked for her and Dani was proud of her connections to the people's of her world.

Then, two years ago, things had fallen apart. her lover of four years had left her, both grandmothers passed away, one right after the other. She had lost her job, her apartment, her will to live. It was while she was recuperating in a ward for attempted suicides that she had had THE DREAM. A dark male~beckoning her. No words, nothing but that long finger crooked in command. She had wanted to fall to her knees and grovel for him. The dream had shaken her.

Once she released from the hospital, she had went to work, studying up on all major mythological cycles, all magickal traditions. She had found two jobs, working 80-90 hours a week to get back on her feet. She had gotten a bigger apartment but put the majority of her money in the bank. It was a compulsion, a need. She wanted to see Ireland, she wanted to visit Stonehenge, she wanted to go to Somalia, Jamaica. Money was needed, so she saved.

A year passed this way. A year of working until she dropped, not going out, not buying anything that wasn't needful, only having the minimum extras (internet access but no cable, no home phone, no car.) At the eighteenth month mark, she had quit both jobs, gave up her home and pulled half of her savings out of the bank.

Her travels took her to Jamaica first and then to Africa. For three months, she reveled in the culture of her dark skinned grandmother and yet she was never fully comfortable there. Something tugged her northward, toward the Emerald Isle, toward England....and so finally, she uprooted again and took herself to London.

The dream came back. Tugging. Provoking. Pulling. She fought it but a month ago, she had ended up here, in Ireland. Not in the cities, they held no magick. She walked the lonely roads, the woods, the fens. And she searched...but she never KNEW what she was searching for.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I come outside, eyes squinting into the late afternoon sunlight that the trees surrounding my home just can NOT block out. Far in the distance, I hear the crashing roar of waves but there is no need for me to go to the Outlook today and honestly, i should be focusing on releasing negativity and learning to forgive myself.

I just don't want to. I would rather sit here and laze in the sun. I would rather think on a bit of back ground for Misty. I would rather do anything other than focus on me and mine.

So I sit here...and wait.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Memories overwhelm me sometimes, like now. I don't want to go back to the way I was before. Back when i was in denial about my own self identity. Back when I played straight~for my kids, for my children's father, for his family...and yet, I have some good memories. we had a lot of good times and they mostly out weighed the bad. I turn on the stereo with a snap of my fingers...

Rick and Teena~our duet...we sang it together all the time. Sometimes, I miss hearing him sing.

Fire and Desire

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A feeling of peace...as something else lines up. Jesse Powell.

You


A memory~of him sitting at my feet, singing this to me...I cried.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My last walk down memory lane. Things always look better when you look back at them...and yet, I still remember his voice...and one small part....that took forever to die...remembers this promise..

Spend my Life

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pulling my mind forward, thinking on how my life has changed, how it has become better, more stable. How I am more content, how I feel more than loved. My Daddi has my back, against all comers. Not fake love, but real and strong and true. Always.

I love you~Faith Evans

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

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The moon rises, slowly. It breaks through the tress like a wave upon a far flung shore. I come outside, sit on my step and stare upward. I bathe in it's light, drink in the night and it's beauty. I feel at peace.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The moon, she calls to me, Artemis, Isis, Diana. She who was, is and ever shall be. I want to run with her, cry to her, mourn for her, for myself, for all the lost ones. Those who never understood what they had missed. She is White Buffalo Woman.

I am introspective, this night. The season is preparing to withdraw, my favorite times of the year are coming to a hiatus~spring, summer. Soon, they will be long gone. A memory to warm me in the coolness of fall, the sterility of winter. So I sit beneath the moon and sing, to myself. To all creation but mostly to she who is above me, within me, all around me.

 

[Light Ice]

You're a hot piece of ass, gorgeous. You know that, right?

 

[dragonrazor]

*finds a vulf, delivers psychic nibbles, and sits down on the porch to await for Sasha to post*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*dies giggling at the insanity of a certain Male*

*hugs a draggy*

*goes back to staring at the moon*

 

[Nina327]

*Sliping from the trees, light reflects from pale soft skin as she makes her way as quickly as are feet go in tallish grasses*

You know.. there are several moons you could be staring at..

stepping up to the porch, she brushes curls aside and leaves a kiss whisper soft on her forhead before heading back out into the wood

 

[dragonrazor]

*gives Luna some double loaded omelet burritos* Morning. It seems to be Sasha's post.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Awakening again, mouth throbbing, head too. The scent of food makes her tummy clench up but she rolls with it. Shower first then up....

 

[dragonrazor]

*considers joining Luna*

 

[Sasha25]

*tags Lorena, trying to run away, but unable to, just collapsing in an excited puddle*

 

[dragonrazor]

*tags Lorena, trying to run away, but unable to, just collapsing in an excited puddle*

*decides instead to pounce upon a bunny puddle and tickle her back to life*