Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

I return from the RW, my mind thrumming and over spilling with ideas. Today is the werewolf and the furry vixen. Possibly, something else. Who knows. I also have in mind a small piece for a poem. But first...

I step onto my porch. There, I find a package from a pretty one, a shy one. My friend. I pick it up, inhaling the various scents and unwrap it. OH. So pretty. With a smile, I retreat into my Haven and throw a sign up on the door.


Wolf writing. Stay away.
 
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Yet again I have trudged through the horrible trees. I am trying to ignore my allergies but alas today I can not. *Please God don't let me lose a contact*

I come to the porch of my love...and yet again there is a sign saying stay away. Why do I even come here?? To talk with her! A smile spreads across my lips from just the thought of her voice.

Well, I didn't bring a present to leave her. Why didn't I bring something?? Maybe she has all she needs. Maybe she doesn't. Either way, when I return I will bring her something that will put a smile on her lips, those beautiful, soft lips....for now I will just take the red chalk I brought, for just such an occasion, and draw a heart lightly on the door so she can easily brush it away if she wishes.

Maybe I will come back later....
 
I stand up and stretch, my head finally empty of the destruction the young vamps were laying down. Poor Jak...

Now, something for Abbie...and then I could make sure nothing else was owed...

Stepping outside to inhale that just rained upon smell, I notice the fading of a red heart...daddi had been here. I smile...and retreat into my cabin once more.
 
I run towards the Cabin and up to the door, shift to human form, and knock on the door. Hoping Luna's around.
 
I look up from the mess my writing table has become. Bits and pieces scattered all over. Things are confused and it shows in my writing, my thoughts, my attempts to focus on something other than the silence inside my head.

Bad. Very bad. With a sigh, I shove myself a way from the desk and go to stand by the entrance to my Haven. I would like to go outside...but I am not in the mood to be bothered. What to do, what to do.
 
shadows parted and quiet paws covered the distance between tree line and porch in the blink of an eye...
Up and over steps and tween brown legs she slipped barely feeling their warmth...

she tackled the lil growling wolfpup in a welcoming fashion before looking back at the wolfling
 
A wide wicked grin. A shifting as mist takes girl form to wolf form and then back. Low, husky alto speaks.

"Am very glad to see you, pretty kitty....Didn't want you to feel all alone...and a cyber ring is a pretty remembrance..."

Moves closer, strong, small hands stroke along pretty flank, up toward the ruff at the neck. Nails dig in, scratch short dark fur.

"You should be in two feet form so's I can hug you...properly..."
 
tiptoes are reached arching into scratching nails... then a long long kitty stretch that shimmers
Leaving behind pale skin instead of fur she stands..


Thank you laLuna...
 
Grasps, tugs, enfolds. HUGS, tight, tight.

Nails stroke pale pale flesh, full lips bless pretty cheek with wolfie kin loving...


"Any time Ninaling...thought you were down...wanted to cheer you up..."
 
squeezes tight... nuzzling into warn neck
breathing in and in and in...


Not down... very very happy... but very ouchy...
Had to wait untill it was more to take something for it...

-pake skin bunches and wriggles under nail tip
 
I walk up to the door of the den and I hear music...not sure if I should stay or go. Will stand here and listen for a minute and catch my breath. Then I will leave...
 
Ok, enough of this. I tried...I am off. I am going to leave her be. She must be in one of her....moods lol. Hey I tried *shrugs*
 
*slips up to the door briefly, leaving a note of apology regarding absence* Sorry I haven't been on. The joys of having to share a computer. I won't likely be on very often until I can replace the PSU on my laptop (or until either I or my little brother get a second laptop). And tonight, I'm kicking him off the computer to watch Thundercats on the TV we're using as a monitor.
 
Wanders into my Haven after an absence of a few days, relaxed and needing to write, something. Gray attacks my toes and I giggle, hysterically...
 
Running towards the Haven I arrived at the front door, shift into human form, and knock on the door.

Lady Luna. It's me Avellan. Though I bet you already knew that.
 
Brain bubbles over with thoughts, ideas. I see that Erlind has replied to our thread...and now tis up to me to see how Misty shall respond. I also need to put Ondine down on the screen. End the bliss she and Jericho are locked in...but how to do so??

Lorena startled me...but it needed to be done, otherwise the story is not based on truth...and truth, even in fiction, is important. I slip inside my haven, and reach for my lap top...

Hmmm..Ondine first, I think.
 
Looks up from the remainder of my Ondine post, eyes focusing on draggy.

hey hey. Sorry you've had a few bad days. Am writing so here and gone again....

I think I owe for Erlind...and for the vixen, possibly...

My eyes return to the screen and I pull up the Word doc for Misty....
 
Looks up from the remainder of my Ondine post, eyes focusing on draggy.

hey hey. Sorry you've had a few bad days. Am writing so here and gone again....

I think I owe for Erlind...and for the vixen, possibly...

My eyes return to the screen and I pull up the Word doc for Misty....
I need to replace the laptop's PSU. Found the upgraded one for less than the stock one...and can't afford it until the first. SO here I am, still using the desktop.
 
I am home now. I look up from the depths of my computer, a slight frown marring my features. Lorena had pulled me in a direction I hadn't wanted to go. No matter. The tension there would read as real. How could it not. Every Top has felt that at one time or another, every bottom has too.

Pulling up threads for Erlind and the Darkness, I debate which one I shall write for first.
 
*slips back into the chair on the porch, sighing slightly* I feel older than I am...not a good sign.
 
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