The night sky fills with the burning embers and smoke. Faint screams and hatred fill the air as I watch as the heart of my suffering burn in beautiful a shade that looks as stunning as morning glow. I inhale the chaos as if my life depends on it lik...
Beauty. The first descriptive word that comes to mind when I see the beautiful natural resource in front of me. Sitting on the water bank watching the water reflect the afternoon sky like a photograph copying the different shades of blue and yellow that paint the sky as the sun begins to fade. Natures masterpiece imprinted in my brain for safe keeping. The wind caressing my skin moving my white dress in the wind and the clean smell of the water to my nose. Churchill Ontario such a beautiful place. The humans have moved on from this place and left it during the times of the wars.
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Getting lost in the smell and joy the water brings my soul I almost missed a familiar scent approaching. I smile wide. The June air travels the scent.
" I'm no pup dad. I can smell you" the words stumbling as I laugh
He jumps out of the treeline in his large cream and chocolate wolf form at one last failed attempt to make me jump, just adds to my laughter. He huffs and nudges my brown leather bag before staring me down with his intense alpha eyes. As I am searching my bag for some pants he can put on he runs and jumps in the liquid heaven then taking a long thirsty drink. My father's wolf Goliath is handome.
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He runs back up the small slope to shake off right next the me causing me to gasp and laugh at his foolish act. Handing him the black sweat pants he begins his change. Not to his human form but the form we try so hard to conceal. His bone shatter and form until he is 8 feet tall and standing on 2 legs as the beast. Fully covered in thick fur and standing in his glorious lycan form.
" I have to stop training you so well my little fire"
To anyone else that voice would be haunting. Deep and an unearthly thing to hear at first. The sound of 3 beasts speaking in full harmony is almost demonic but to me it sounds like love and home.
" You have taught me well. Papa would be proud " I smile with one stray tear
"He would love who you have become and how strong you are my little ember" His pride showing threw.
The slight sorrow in his eyes vanishes as quick as it came. My grandfather/papa was a lycan from Ireland were all the lycans resided until they moved to Canada. Of course there are some spread out everywhere for the king,to be his eyes in case of an uprising.
