Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

The CD switches up. Marvin Gaye. Cuz my momma loved him.


Trouble Man

Mercy Mercy Me

Distant Lover

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

And from Marvin to the Temptations.

I wish it would rain

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Silence. No bird song, no wolf cry. There is only silence. The kind that pulls one deeper to find out just what is WRONG. The kind that prods at your subconscious like a missing tooth.

Silence.

Of course, I ignore the silence. I am it's author. I am the cause. My anger. My pain. My need to ask and know and poke and worry. NO matter. There is silence but it is my silence and I am safe here.

Safe....here.

Though I would guess that most others wouldn't be so safe.

And that wouldn't be my fault.

I walk up to the porch and wave the door open with one small hand. The scent of disuse, of dust and sadness comes wafting toward my sensitive nose. Ah well, maybe I will clean it up today, before I slip into writing mode.

Maybe I will spend some time making my home feel like home.

Laughter. Dark. Cold.

Fuck it, I like it just the way it is.

I step inside my cabin and slam the door behind me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

From deep in the woods and the silence...

it blares...

Loud enough to scare away the dozing day birds and the rustling mice, cats, and whatever else.

Crawling

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Going Under

Scene fades to black.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*slips in briefly, leaving flowers and a chocolate rabbit treat for a wolfess *

happy easter hun,

*brush of lips against her cheek before the real world yanks him away*

 

[Sasha25]

*unable to stay long, I leave the wolf ornament on the porch swing, and snuggle up to Luna as long as I can*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again. The door is thrown wide. Windows are too and music~loud, throbbing music fills the clearing.

J-Lo and Pitbull~Dance Again

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*unable to stay long, I leave the wolf ornament on the porch swing, and snuggle up to Luna as long as I can*

*cuddles a poppet before hips start moving to the music*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

International Love

Hips move left to right, a tick tock of movement. Happy grin...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

More music...

sweat dripping

On The floor

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

More dancing

I'm Into You

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

All by myself, singing loudly and dancing...

Get Right

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

hips moving, ass bouncing...happy...work day is almost over

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Rabiosa

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

La Tortura

 

[Sasha25]

*sneaks into the Haven to watch Luna dance, sorry that I could dance more earlier*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sniffs a poppet...grabs her and puts Rabiosa on repeat so that I can get her to shake her cute little tush. Small hands find her hips, grip them...and guide her into the same pendulum of movement my own hips are making.

Hello doll face, am even now working on a piece for you.

Music leads me...and I lead her. Hands gliding, guiding, seducing...momentary madness.

 

[Sasha25]

*easily falling into a rhythm with Luna, reaching back to feel at curves and skin and fabric, moaning softly, nodding, but saying nothing, enjoying the movement, and song, and scent*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes stalking. Closer. Closer. Until finally, the little cabin in the clearing can be seen. She huffs a sigh of relief and heads for the porch, shifting from four feet to two feet in mid stride.

She gives a little shiver. Tis slightly cool here, beneath the heavy boughs of the trees that guard her home and of course, just like always, she is nude. With another sigh, she gives a small shrug and heads up the stairs and through the front door.

Clothes first...and then tea, while she debates the next bit of slow seduction for her friend Rider.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Wolfling is dressed~jeans, a sweat shirt, her short hair tousled and messy. Noiselessly, she makes her way back down the stairs to her kitchen and the tea serviette there. Hot water is set to boil and fresh chamomile and mint leaves are placed in a pale rose tea cup.

Soon enough, the pot is whistling.

Water is poured, the leaves are left to steep.

Soft music~a lullaby~plays.

She needs to think, she needs to write.

But first?

She needs to drink.

The tea cup is carried into the living room. The lap top retrieved from it's spot on her desk. The fire is lit, lamps are turned on.

Peace.

Maybe she can write today.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

An ornament, a gift from a poppet, placed with care upon the mantle.

it's pretty. The Wolf looks at it with steady eyes before returning to the world of Micah.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Hey! If you get this hit me up on yahoo please.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again.

And it feels...different. There are empty places here. Things that have never been used, nor shown, nor given.

Small fingers snap once to light the myriad candles that grace the many flat surfaces of the living room and kitchen. A few oil lamps are lit. A fire is started in the fireplace. The sounds of flames fills the house with a quiet crackling.

It is almost...peaceful.

A wolf comes wandering.

Head down, auburn curls teasing her forehead.

Slim fingers pluck the lap top from the desk. Small bare feet glide toward the couch.

And then...silence.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Again. She is home. Again.

The air is cool, calming. The wind blows and soothes her mind. There are so many worries. So many things that can go wrong. She just hopes they don't go wrong. She hopes she worries for nothing. She hopes that she will go home~in the RW~ tonight and find out that her stress levels are unnecessary.[

And she prays.