Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again, on the way from this world to the real world. Stopping in to make sure the music is turned off and the signs are easily spotted.

Do not enter on pain of Death.

YES...this means YOU. You are NOT special. Stay the fuck out.

Front door slams shut, curtains are drawn.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

I am not special???

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Journal Entry 12/22/11

This year is worse than before. It hit me suddenly that I can not, for the life of me, really remember the sound of my little sister's voice. Of course there will be those who say~ "Fuck, it's been 25 years, get over it." I don't rightly care. In a world filled with people, she was my only true full sibling. I have half siblings galore, and yes, I love them. But she was the only one that shared both my mother and my father.

It is lonely, knowing that no where on earth is there another person who shares those ties.

So another Christmas. A celebration I don't enjoy, at all. But I fake it for my children, because they love it. We have so many family traditions, started from when my little sister was still alive, when my mum was still alive. Monza's birthday was Christmas Eve, so my children open a gift for her, just as she and I used to when we were smaller. We always remember the family that has gone before~My Uncle John, My Mother, My Grandmother and Grandfather (on my mum's side) Gramma and Granpa..(my step grandparents)...we talk about them...and make them real for those of us who never had a chance to know them.

We share stories of things that we have seen, or miss, or want to know...and it almost feels like the family is bending close, listening in.

I feel kind of melancholy, worse than I will admit to, except for these words, in this place and lost. so very lost. I know the melancholia will pass after January fifth, and I will be okay again...but it's sad that my Christmas is never happy. No matter how I try to fake it.

That's it.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Luna, I cannot begin to imagine how you feel at this time, but I want you to know that this stranger has the most positive thoughts in mind for you. You may not be able to hear your sister's voice, or remember the sound in your mind, but your heart will always beat with a bit of its chord and cadence. In that you are already sure, I know.

It saddens me that this time of year is full of melancholy for you, but I do hope that some of the small joys you get from those close to you will help keep you aloft.

Sometimes, words are all we have, and other times all we have are emotions. My words and emotions are with you inasmuch as they can be.

Merry Christmas, Luna.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Slinking through the forest home we share, traversing the path that leads to the shifter's den, only to leave a token of affection from a fellow forest dwelling neighbor and friend.*

Merry Christmas, Luna.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home...from the noise and the stress and the worry and the oddness that now comprises my life. I find the gift from my Blessing and slip it on, smiling lightly. Slim fingers grip the picture bg found for me...and I head for my kitchen, since the wall behind my fireplace is filled with so many gifts.

The small picture goes in my dining nook, just above the table. I hang it up and smile slightly.

"Hmm, what to do...I think a piece for Kayla..."

 

[Sasha25]

*The owner of the Haven, strong and beautiful, has so many gifts, so many photos and paintings from friends, finding another is difficult.

In a parchment envelope, I place a small print:

With a note:

Luna,
Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year to you. I hope that you and your family are Blessed, now and in the future. You are a wonderful, amazing Boi and Daddi.
Sasha

I seal the envelope and slide it under the door, with a smile. I turn back, and place a kiss on the door, letting the spot burn with light, so that the print will show when Luna returns*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in just long enough to leave Luna something that, while not vulfen, reminds him of her* Farm Vixen.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home. This place.

I find it harder and harder to come here with friends. Most times I just want the silence.

Walking through the forest, I hear the scrabbling of paws and stop, turning immediately to catch a glimpse of a wolf. My wolf. Gray. He stops, a few feet away and sits, tongue lolling, eyes wide and watching.

"Big wolf home now?"

His mind voice is older, deeper but i smile. Still my Gray. Still the only remnant of my lost wolven family.

"Yes, big Wolf is home. Come and see?"

We walk the rest of the way together, in silence. The trees muffle the sounds of the night birds and soon enough I am in the clearing that houses my cabin. I smile and make a few passes with my fingers, lighting the fire, opening the door, turning on a few lights.

Then we enter.

Another few passes and the house is aired out and smelling vaguely of sandalwood and vanilla.

Home.

 

[Lady Reiha]

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The sun had gone down ages ago and I...I was still debating whether or not I was done writing for the evening. Every thread had been caught up. Every person worth acknowledging had been spoken to.

My brain was far from this place and I believed my words had all but dried up. I slipped up the pathway, through my woods and found my wolf pup half way between my home and the outside. He padded into his spot beside me and accompanied me to my haven.

There it was. My cabin. Quiet. Peaceful. I stepped into the clearing and proceeded to the door, opening it with a wave of one small hand. Gray and I went inside.

Didn't know what to do...cept retreat.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Journal entry 1/6/12

So, the new year has begun and things are looking up. I am pleased. Heartily pleased. I am loved. Wanted. Strong. Controlled. I have plans, things that need to be accomplished and the means to accomplish them. I am not weary or heart sore.

Last year was filled with lessons, with losses, with disappearances. For the most part, those things taught me about myself, taught me what I could and could not accept. What I would and would not allow. I needed those lessons. Hell, I believe I even required the people who are now long gone from my here and now.

Without them, I would have never really learned what my hard places ARE.

There had been trouble in the Real World~ with my children, with the law, with my relationship~ but I have grown stronger because of it. I have discovered a Twin, and found some friends. So yes, while 2011 was a very hard year, I grew because of it and have been blessed by my struggles.

Not many can say the same.

I am pleased. I have no regrets. And 2012 will be what it is...Gods willing, it will be the year that finally helps me cement the lessons others have taught.

I can not wait to get started.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The click of a light being turned on. The scent of dust. Of wolf. Of being alone. The sound of heels on hard wooden floor.

A fire. In the fire place. A looking around. A checking it out. Is it still the same? Am I still the same?

I curl up on the couch and watch the fire flicker, dance, flicker, burn.

Words are owed...I will do some this evening. Some tomorrow evening...some on Sunday. I will NOT rush. Each thread deserves my best, my very best.

I will give them the ones that I have.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The first is finished. I read it over, allowing the words to flow through me, reading them to see if they match the picture I see, in my head. I want to give him something to work with. I hope he will be pleased.

I close it after the second read through. I will edit if needed. BUT I should attempt to work on Noon's piece next. I open that thread and read his last post, allowing his words to penetrate my mind and bring Dahmia back to me.

 

[marauder13]

A soft breeze wafts gently through the Den, carrying a symphony of scents that bring forth calming influences to aid the muse in bringing forth what the writer most desires. Amidst the wind, a quiet voice seeks out her ears.

Thank you, Ms Luna. A most worthy post.

The breeze brushes her cheek, as if trying to leave a kiss, before returning to carrying the scents about the den until they have achieved their goal.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Looking up, the scent of a passing wind, a passing friend who leaves whispered words and a gentle kiss behind...

I am pleased.

Mightily so. I have posted for him and for Noon and the pressure had been so immense, the emotion so intense, that I need to breathe.

I owe for the poppet next. I pull up our thread and allow the world of human and T'So to carry me...away.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in long enough to deliver another vulfen plush toy*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again.

"Gray, you here?"

Light golden brown eyes dart left, dart right. Searching for my constant wolf companion. The only one I have left since Niri and the Alpha have gone away.

Small feet climb the stairs that lead to my abode, small hands open the door.

I step inside.

 

[Avellan13]

Arriving at the Haven, and slipping inside, I look around the place and spot Luna.

Luna! It's so good to see you again. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. How have you been?

 

[Daddi_DJ]

*slinking in*

Hey my precious *in my lord of the rings voice*

I have missed coming to your den.

*I hear something rustling*

"Gray!!!"

I reach my hand out and he sniffs it and recognizes my scent.

I lead gray to the door and look at him and see the question he is thinking: where is the short one.

"Gray, it is ok. She will be back soon, I promise."

I lay some food out for Gray on the porch. I stroke his back as he eats. I then look at the door and draw a heart with a red crayon on the door and hope my munchkin gets it soon. I turn and walk back through the forest. Praying.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again. It had been entirely too long. The real world had kept me captured, the lack of a lap top did the rest of it. But now? Now I am home. I see the heart daddi drew, I hear Gray sniffing just beyond the closed door, the one that leads into my cabin.

I can't rush this entrance though.

Finally, fingers fly in a well known pattern and the door...opens. I step...inside.

Home.

My haven.

A snap of fingers disperses the dust. Another intricate pass lights the fire. My legs carry me into the living room and small hands reach for, and find, my lap top. I owe for people.

For stories.

And tonight, I am gonna attempt to catch up.

First~ Erlind.

Hesitant tapping sounds as I pull up our story. Then silence, as I allow the words to do their work.

Gray comes and joins me, his head heavy on my bare foot. I am home...and gods, did I ever miss it,

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Another day. More of the same. Today's threads will be Foursome and my piece with the gorgeous Sasha. My poppet. My friend.

I am at work in the RW...but here? Here I am relaxed and mostly....focused.

So, writing. I need to do it. But first. Reading.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

So...the piece for Ondine. Not my best writing. But it does allow the others to move forward while I relearn her ways.

A deep breath

Finally, I can focus on Sasha.

On my T'So.

On our story.

Silence...only a crackling fire heard as I pull up the thread and bury myself in words.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again.

I slip inside, light the fire and pull out my lap top.

I owe for important stories.

I need to buckle down and get to writing.

But I have to do it in order.

Sooo...

I check to see which one is due first.

Soft sounds of clicking keys...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am here again.

Home.

Things feel...hinky. Off. Odd.

I don't really have the words, the right way, to express myself.

So I sit here, in the gloom and think on what to do next.