Wolven Den

[Sasha25]

Not really, apparently *glares at an even shorter response* Dammit...I hate this little chibi box...GIVE ME A PROPER TEXT INPUT AREA, DAMMIT.

Will respond later, must... *poof*

 

[dragonrazor]

Will respond later, must... *poof*

Even my edit wasn't very impressive. *grumbles* Hurry back.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Den beckons, calls..and I answer. Slowly, I make my way home. I stop, only once, just before I enter and say a prayer...then the door opens and I slip inside. Into the womb of my home. Into peace, solitude...bliss.

Good night Lit....

 

[dragonrazor]

The Den beckons, calls..and I answer. Slowly, I make my way home. I stop, only once, just before I enter and say a prayer...then the door opens and I slip inside. Into the womb of my home. Into peace, solitude...bliss.

Good night Lit....

*slips in, bringing Luna breakfast in den*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

In the notebook~Notes for Jakkee'

Age~ 27
Height~ 5'5"
Weight~ 130lbs.
Build~ Small waist, muscular. 34 C breasts. Size 5 shoe.
Voice~ Husky, deep, alto.
Type~ Wolf. Alpha. Pack leader. Assumed control by fighting three years past.
Area~ The dock.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Background (in notebook)

Born to a single parent household. Raised in the country. Moved to the city when she was 18 to try and improve her mother's chances of survival. Avoided the packs. (At the time there were three..which slowly combined to one as deaths and moving away took their toll)

Three years ago, her mother was killed in open warfare between night walkers and wolves. (Other families avoided the struggle~no pard or rats involved in the fighting) She was considered a solitary renegade and forced to join the pack as lowest member. Meat for the beasts. She killed her first attacker. Brutally dismembered the second. After a year or so, the pack was just under 12 members and she called out the Alpha.

She killed him, leaving her in control of a pack that doesn't like her and tries to oust her at every turn.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in to nibble at a pondering Luna* You two can keep going for a while, you know. I'm not sure yet what to do with my character.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips back in* Hey, Luna, Sasha, what do you girls think of THIS as Thor

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

It isn't the first time. I doubt it will be the last. Things come and go. People do, too. It is what is. I have been saying that for so long that it has become a mantra, a hedge against the darkness. It is what is.

Sometimes, I believe that I do not really know the people I surround myself with. I do not understand them. Most people live in a world of gray. I do not. On line friendships are only a semblance of what you think they are. Trust is neither given nor received, but earned and once broken, damnably hard to get back.

Most people do not see things as right or wrong, they only see what is correct. I can only see in black or white. It is either right or wrong. I do not want to see in grays. I like my either/or way of being. For those who think I am immature, someone who doesn't care for how others perceive me? Maybe they are right. I don't care. I don't want to care. Things are either right or wrong. Not right for me and wrong for you...just right or wrong.

There is no justice in the world. There is no real compassion. Only pity and the need to be seen as either strong or weak. I am neither. I am ME. Just me. And it is enough. It is what is.

These thoughts are not new, not really. I have known since I was much younger that the way I see the world and the way other people see things do not mesh. I keep trying, looking for people who get me, who understand. I think they do not exist. I think that those things that make me sure of myself also make me hard to like, to want to know, to understand. I think that the world has no place for someone who only sees in black or white, never gray.

It becomes very lonely. Heart wrenching, actually. So, I keep searching. Hoping, that one day, I will stumble upon someone who gets the need for utter black and utter white. Who sees why the shades of gray hide lies. Who sees why a compassionate personality isn't what is always needful. Being a brutal bitch? It isn't fun, it isn't endearing and I won't make any friends. But I am true to my Gods and Goddesses and true to myself and I feel no remorse.

The world is gray, not black or white. I am an anachronism who does NOT want to fit. I just want to have a handful of people who get it and are not ashamed to say they get it out loud.

Things I know as truth~

Anything you do while drinking is something you wanted to do. I don't buy that bullshit about "I couldn't stop myself...." BULLSHIT! Drink lowers your inhibitions but if a person wasn't thinking on it to begin with, they wouldn't act on it, drunk or sober.
If you are a slut while you are drinking, it's because you wanted to be one while sober. Case closed.

Love is always the basic excuse for doing a wrong thing. Love and hurt. But honestly, if you love someone, truly? With everything inside of you? Why would you twist love into giving you the excuse to do something harmful? That isn't love, then. Not really. That is obsession.

A brutal truth is far better than a well told lie. Always. The truth is always better. In every situation, at every juncture, in any season. I am pagan and I know that words have power. Why give a lie the power?

**************​

The time I spend here becomes less and less fun. It becomes something to take up time while my real life is on hold. It is a place holder for my imagination, a way for me to reach out to those who write with the same verve' as myself. Who enjoy allowing their imaginations to roam.

This used to feel like home to me. Look at my post count. This place used to feel safe. It no longer is. I blame myself for that. I should have remembered the most important lesson of all~never trust those you can not look in the eye. What they type and what they mean may not match...and you will never, ever know.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Though you see in black and white, those who see the grays also know the absolutes. Without them, how could they know the combination? I am a man of many grays, which is not to say that I am a man of many lies. I simply know the great value of blending colors, because without a proper palette, how can you paint the scene properly?

You say there is no justice, no true compassion in the world. I disagree, respectfully. I believe it is more true to say there is no perfect justice, there is no equilibrium between right and wrong, good and evil. There is only the struggle to find the middle ground, the eye of the storm, the center of the circle.

My words may be unwanted, but I feel the need to speak them, and I am sorry if I offend. I just see someone in a state I find myself in often; looking at the world in dismay, because it is not a round hole and I am a square peg. It is hard to find others who share your different view, and there will always be someone who disagrees vehemently.

You want someone to get that you're different? That you don't fit in in this world of grays? I get it. I'd say it to your face, and a hundred, thousand, every face on earth. What's not to get? If you are black and white in a world of gray, then I'm crimson. Yet another thing that doesn't quite fit, but is there just because.

You don't have to be Pagan to know words hold power, dear Luna. In fact, if I had to put faith into one thing, it would be words. Those are the only things that never fail me, never falter, even when I'm lost for them, they come spiraling out and forth and all around.

I am sorry that you feel unsafe here, that it's becoming more of a placeholder, a time-shunt. It's just more words on a screen, but I would like to state that what I type, what I say here? I mean every word. I don't see a need to lie about how I feel, play a role (ironic eh? when we play many roles, both in the conventional sense and in others) when interacting with others. I spend my time here for much the same reason; it gives me a place to escape to, beyond the confines of my real-world drudgery.

I don't know precisely what I was getting at here, but reading your post moved me to speak. If there was something I could do to help, I would. But I'm just words on a screen, and perhaps just a bit of emotion as well. Words have power and my words are this; telling you that you are not alone, not all of us strangers are liars as well, and that beyond the darkness is the light.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*poof*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wanders into my Den and dusts off the shelves. Each toy is taken down, packed away. Each bit of rope is coiled up and placed in it's own niche. Moving to my play room, I disassemble the cross, the bed, the stands, the spanking bench. All of those are placed into my space in the never never.

This room needs a redo...this place needs a redo. I need a redo...so I take everything down and hide it away, place it with care and with a heavy heart into the abyss where all unused things go.

Finally when the walls are bare, the cushions packed up, my life here on SRP packed up...I vanish it. *POOF* Gone. I may not leave SRP, not the threads, but my Den? For the nonce? Yup, it's gone. Turning slightly, I bid the two rooms that have held so much joy for me adieu...then I fold it all up and place it in my knapsack.

Maybe i will start over, somewhere, somewhen else...just not now. With a jaunty whistle I step outside, put a lock on the door and wander away.

 

[Niriate]

*The young wolf leaves a little package near the edge of the Den. It smells the absence of it's owner, letting out a little whine of sadness*

As you requested, my dear Wolfling.

It's not the greatest, but I believe it turned out good.

Forever part of you,
Niri

 

[dragonrazor]

*leaves some goodies in case the lovely Vulf decides to return*

 

[scarletnym]

I step in for a moment, all the memories flooding back and I smile as her scent still lingers. Sneaking over I find my pillow, forgotten in the packing and snatch it up. I lift it to my face and breath deeply, taking her inside of me. Keeping the pillow in my arms I slip from the room with just one last thing.

I get it, my Lady...

 

[DarkDreamer00]

She walks back through the familiar woods, her feet making barely a sound along the ground. With her hood pulled up, she made her way to the den. Seeing the door with an unfamiliar padlock baring the entrance, she raises an eyebrow. With nothing said, she backs into the shadows of the woods and takes her leave.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

A small note slides into the den

My darling belle loupe,

I would certainly hope that you'd visit my sweet little school, as visitors are always welcomed and encouraged.

I promise to try and behave myself. For like five minutes.

Always yours,
Miss Vivi

 

[Daddi_DJ]

It isn't the first time. I doubt it will be the last. Things come and go. People do, too. It is what is. I have been saying that for so long that it has become a mantra, a hedge against the darkness. It is what is.

Sometimes, I believe that I do not really know the people I surround myself with. I do not understand them. Most people live in a world of gray. I do not. On line friendships are only a semblance of what you think they are. Trust is neither given nor received, but earned and once broken, damnably hard to get back.

Most people do not see things as right or wrong, they only see what is correct. I can only see in black or white. It is either right or wrong. I do not want to see in grays. I like my either/or way of being. For those who think I am immature, someone who doesn't care for how others perceive me? Maybe they are right. I don't care. I don't want to care. Things are either right or wrong. Not right for me and wrong for you...just right or wrong.


There is no justice in the world. There is no real compassion. Only pity and the need to be seen as either strong or weak. I am neither. I am ME. Just me. And it is enough. It is what is.

These thoughts are not new, not really. I have known since I was much younger that the way I see the world and the way other people see things do not mesh. I keep trying, looking for people who get me, who understand. I think they do not exist. I think that those things that make me sure of myself also make me hard to like, to want to know, to understand. I think that the world has no place for someone who only sees in black or white, never gray.

It becomes very lonely. Heart wrenching, actually. So, I keep searching. Hoping, that one day, I will stumble upon someone who gets the need for utter black and utter white. Who sees why the shades of gray hide lies. Who sees why a compassionate personality isn't what is always needful. Being a brutal bitch? It isn't fun, it isn't endearing and I won't make any friends. But I am true to my Gods and Goddesses and true to myself and I feel no remorse.

The world is gray, not black or white. I am an anachronism who does NOT want to fit. I just want to have a handful of people who get it and are not ashamed to say they get it out loud.

Things I know as truth~

Anything you do while drinking is something you wanted to do. I don't buy that bullshit about "I couldn't stop myself...." BULLSHIT! Drink lowers your inhibitions but if a person wasn't thinking on it to begin with, they wouldn't act on it, drunk or sober.
If you are a slut while you are drinking, it's because you wanted to be one while sober. Case closed.

Love is always the basic excuse for doing a wrong thing. Love and hurt. But honestly, if you love someone, truly? With everything inside of you? Why would you twist love into giving you the excuse to do something harmful? That isn't love, then. Not really. That is obsession.

A brutal truth is far better than a well told lie. Always. The truth is always better. In every situation, at every juncture, in any season. I am pagan and I know that words have power. Why give a lie the power?

**************​

The time I spend here becomes less and less fun. It becomes something to take up time while my real life is on hold. It is a place holder for my imagination, a way for me to reach out to those who write with the same verve' as myself. Who enjoy allowing their imaginations to roam.

This used to feel like home to me. Look at my post count. This place used to feel safe. It no longer is. I blame myself for that. I should have remembered the most important lesson of all~never trust those you can not look in the eye. What they type and what they mean may not match...and you will never, ever know.

I know I said I wouldn't look at your posts but yet you really need to take your words more serious. why lie right? Brutal truth is better than a well told lie? hmmmm. I will take your advice though from this post. Thank you.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Also, it is funny how you said that you don't think you know the people you surround yourself with but yet the ones you do know you push aside. Maybe you ought to think about that for a little bit.

 

[yeishia]

If I could I would.