Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

The RW releases me and I pop back into my Haven with a muffled curse...of course, there is no one here. Of course, I am all alone. Of course. With another muttered curse, I push myself up from the couch and wander outside.

My eyes focus upward, counting the thousands of stars. Maybe I should make a wish?

 

[choklatekoneko]

Telepathic message sending, through the winds of the forest.

I was, am, thinking about you, Daddi. I hope you are well.

 

[Erlind]

Though I'd left for the outlook the hour became later than I'd like to start anything. Unfortunate, but I tried not to waste the time. I appear back on the porch with an offering to the wolf. It is rough, unhewn, and frankly unfinished, but it feels like all I should do tonight. She offered me her Misty. I offer her Andrey.

"Luna. Forgive the messiness of it. I'm not sure of anything in it really, but I wanted to see what you thought of it. I hope you don't mind the setting, but I felt if he found the right door that it could lead him anywhere he needed to be." I hope that the passage pleases the dark wolf as I lay it out for her to read as she wises.


Andrey Demidov

In truth, Andrey Demidov was born as Andrew Demidov in one of the nicer parts of Saint Louis. During college he dug into his Russian heritage hoping to find something to make him unique. It has always rang false though.

Andrey studied art in his college years. He admired the freedom and creativity of artists and it was something he wanted to be a part of. He’d always been smart if not the smartest, good looking if not the most handsome or dashing. Andrey occasionally found a girlfriend, but they never lasted. They either wanted him to settle for less than he knew he could be, or were disappointed with what he was.
Mediocrity was the plague that seemed to follow the man. When he graduated college and began working to earn himself a spot in a gallery, the verse would change, but chorus never did .

“Andrey, you have such a talented hand, but this painting says nothing to be. You’ve created a beautiful picture, but it is a picture of nothing. Skill will only carry you so far. Your art is soulless.”

Now, defeated, he was in Saint Louis again. New York had proven too cutthroat to survive, and while he hated to admit they were there his family could help him in Saint Louis. He now lived in a failed attempt at inner city rejuvenation. What had been a block of warehouses was now a block of apartments that might as well be warehouses. Background checks were a requirement the city had given when they’d provided the money for the renovations to Andrey’s landlord. Since not many honest people wanted to live in such a bad area, many of the units were left unsold.

Even being back in the city the young painter grew more estranged from his family instead of closer. His mother always asked what happened to the happy little boy that loved finger painting. His father always wanted to know when he’d give up this pathetic pipe dream and go to work in a factory or something respectable. In truth, lately Andrey had been picking up a lot of hours at a local convenience store. It wasn’t something he liked, but the only gallery owner still talking to him only bought work from him when he was feeling generous, or really full of pity.

“Your work has gotten too cold, Andy. Sometimes, looking at your work, I feel like there’s hardly any humanity left in there. One of these days I’m going to lose too much money on you and I’ll stop answering your calls. Until then, I’m willing to wait and see if you can find the painter inside yourself.”

Andrey had begun to curse that man. He was the least cultured peddler he’d ever had to work with, but the painter did his best to remain polite and placate the old fool. There was some truth in what he said, Andrey even valued it, but otherwise Davis was just the bottom of the barrel.

***

It was late on a Thrusday evening when Andrey got back in from the convenience store. Getting in the door to the complex always made him feel better when he had to be out late. He carried a small berretta now, but he still hated the streets. Five months ago he’d been robbed by a pair of slime armed only with switchblades, before he’d taken the “gift” from his father.

Even after giving them his money they cut him up anyway. It had been the last time he’d crawled back to his parents. He couldn’t pay the hospital bills, and hadn’t had the choice. His mother begged him to come home and his father had the nerve to tell him it served him right for the life he’d wasted. Having to go back to them had almost been worse than the scars up his arm and across his chest and back he now had to bear. The doctors told him after the surgery that there was a chance he’d lose some use of his right hand. Andrey cried that night, and when he’d recovered he’d sold his first painting in nearly six months.

Tonight though, the edge of fear didn’t leave him completely at the door. The door to the apartment across from his hung open, no traditional light pouring from the thresh hold. It was an eerie sight begin what would be a stranger journey.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I find his gift...and read...and then read again. It is eerie and perfect and creepy. I can't wait to start this story with him. I pick up the whole kit and kaboodle and carry the whole thing inside.

His writing makes me smile.

Perfect.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I place Andrey beside Misty with a smile. They should meet before they meet. storing all the bits of scrap takes but a few moments and then I strip down. I think, tonight, I require a walk to the beach. I need the surge of water, the thrum of the waves.

I need something that isn't as peace filled as my haven. Not company, just noise. Tonight promises to be a long one and I need something to fill it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I retrace my steps, ending back at my haven a few hours later. My head aches, stress, lack of sleep. Who knows? Who cares? Not I. With nary a sound, I move to the front porch and drop into my swing, brain throbbing in time with the sound of late summer cicadas.

I want something to do...but there is nothing, no one about.

 

[Nina327]

giggling echos from tree to tree to tree

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Head tilts, just a bit, nostrils flare at the scent of...peaches, something slightly salty...salt water taffy or something, a hint of musk, kitty scent. I rise, and call out low, sweet, husky...

"here kitty, kitty, kitty...."

 

[Nina327]

more giggles and shaddows flit in the shrubs

*meow?*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small fingers grab a potted plant from the porch and pick just a few dark green leaves. Those same fingers press together, releasing the scent of cat mint (nip) into the air...

 

[Nina327]

slipping up onto the porch from the side a soft voice, a small voice giggles

padding across boards she rubs her entire length along the dark one

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Nails, lightly curved, very sharp, scratch at the base of a limber spine..small hand strokes, from the neck down.

"Oh look, a kitty..."

 

[Nina327]

very very long shivery purrs as spine curves and bends in appreciation and anticipation





she nuzzled and nipped a cheek before slipping from fingers off the porch and back into the trees...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awakened on my front porch, the faint scent of cat and girl, a teasing reminder. I was saddened that my RW had taken me away from the Ninaling but happy that my night was over and I could FINALLY relax.

With a stretch and a sigh, I got up from the swing and walked into the cabin. Today would be housekeeping...and maybe some writing, after I slept for a while.

 

[Sasha25]

*appearing at the edge of the glade, staring at the cabin. It's been awhile since I was here. It's been a popular place, and taming hasn't been good either. I walk up slowly, bare feet on the dewy grass and leaves, grinning wickedly.

Luna's post have had an effect on me this morning, so I dip a finger into the wetness she caused and rub my initials into the porch bench for her to find in a pause from writing. I know that some other guest might find it, but I care not.

Luna will scent me.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had almost made it out of my living room when a teasing hint of woman~salt, sweet, softly floral~ made me pause. With nary a thought, I turned around and headed back out onto my front porch. There? I see a faint glistening...Sasha.

"Poppet? You still here??"

 

[Sasha25]

*appears right in front of Luna, grinning and nipping an ear*

Mmmhmmm.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

One hand darts out, catches in pretty hair, twists, tugs, brings the taller woman close enough to me so that I can rise up, on tip toe, and brush a kiss over her soft, pouty, mouth.

I take it you approved of my last few Lorena posts??

A wide, wicked grin

 

[Sasha25]

So very much. So very wet this morning, and sadly needing to go out and spend time with family. What will I do?

*giggles, leaning down and brushing lips*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Leaning in close, free hand going to her waist, aligning us. Up on tip toe, my voice in the shell of her ear...

"Wear pretty panties and let the wetness be...every once in a while...do a quick check...to make sure you still are...and then when you come home...and you have alone time? Enjoy yourself...in the panties...so that ONE day, I can have a souvenir??

Unless, you'd rather do it now...

A wink...a step back, a wicked grin....

 

[Sasha25]

*grins and smiles*

I'll wear a really pretty pair of pink panties, my favorite pair. Get them nice and damp and keep them that way, and when I do get home, I'll play, reading our story.

*giggles, and another brush of lips before I disappear, though reluctantly*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I laugh delightedly as Sasha disappears and then I turn away, retracing my steps into the cabin. With a muttered word, I close and lock the door, before heading upstairs to my bed. The bath can wait...I need sleep now.

 

[dragonrazor]

I have nothing and my niece is screeching every few seconds and won't do what she's told.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awaken and stare around me, displeased that the day has flown by without a by your leave. I check my posts and see that my kitteh did as told and posted for me. That makes me smile. I wanna hug her. No matter. A shower and then maybe I will head down stairs, light the fireplace and listen to the rain.

I slip from the bed and head for the bathroom. Warm water and then I will figure out what to do next.

 

[dragonrazor]

*brings in some aroma therapy candles for t3h Vulf*