Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Memorial Day Freedom In Wolf Peak

 

 Post Memorial Day Howls, Yowls, and Most Ferocious Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! And have a glorious flag day... 
 

Currently, there have been vicious-striking attempts to breach several areas of the Peak's border lands. In their diabolical relentless bid to win world dominion, the dark force's supernatural creatures are in league with the WEF's evil globalist cabal. For, it is known that to rule Mother Earth with neo-brutal feudalism, with a Borg technocracy, Wolf Peak must be utterly destroyed, the bold-powerful community's freedom annihilated. Forever.

Btw, the pics in this post are from last year, 2021. Due to very challenging circumstances, I couldn't write the post. However, I am on the slow road to full recovery. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.

TO ALL WHO LOVE AND BATTLE FOR FREEDOM THROUGHOUT HISTORY/HERSTORY, I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOU!!! FOREVER.


Kymbra smiled at the cat with the somewhat annoyed glare. Seated on what Dangerous called a comfort chaise lounge, she thumbed through last year's Memorial day images. Before leaving abruptly, he'd set up the crystalline-looking 'Viewer' device saying it was self explanatory. Dang, if he wasn't right.

"Are you well, comfortable, elder?" A young. very lovely woman entered the healing room. 

Annoyed as the cat, the 'elder' curled one side of her mouth. "Please, call me Kymbra. Yes, this chair is super comfortable just like the Danger man said. Btw, do you know where he is?...what's your name?" 

"I am Melishza." Her feline-slanted, amber-colored eye brightened as the sleekly built woman approached.

"Nice to meet you." Kymbra straightened. "Are you here to babysit the crabby elder?" 

"We take care of each other here, Kymbra. Weapons included." Melishza whipped out a small strange pistol from a mostly hidden holster on her hip. She palmed it showing Kymbra. 

"Sci fi," Kymbra murmured, impressed. "Where do you get those?"

"I know Dangerous is checking out weapons for you, and training, of course." Melishza holstered her pistol, the movement almost faster than Kymbra could follow.

"Sweet," she praised. "Great sci fi outfit too."

Melishza gleamed a smile. "We have the best clothing shops...and gun shops. Anything you want. No licenses either."

Kymbra felt her spirits lift. "Guns. That would be a dream come true. I was stupid and never owned one, By the time I realized...never mind...that was another life." She sighed her regret. "Do you know where the Danger Man is, or is that a secret?"

"Dangerous is protecting the perimeter of our town, Moonrise Lake." Melishza hesitated her gaze studying Kymbra. "Our Guardian Force is fighting on the Peak's border, stopping the main infiltration." 

"Infiltration!" Kymbra jumped up, almost. "Ouch." She plopped back down. "Is everything okay on the, the border?" 

Melishza aimed her gaze at the health monitor. She frowned while saying, "No worries. The enemies are being decimated." Eyeing Kymbra like a pissed mother cat, she scolded, "You've got stay off your feet, your injured leg, for this phase of your healing to work properly." 

"Yeah, I know...I promised the Danger Man...sorry." Meekly, Kymbra settled herself. She had promised.

"We want you to rejuvenate fully." Offering an encouraging grin, Melishza pointed to the Memorial Day parade on screen. "Dangerous is part of our mounted patrol. You'd be surprised how effective that's been defeating some of our worst foes."

Kymbra scrunched her brow. "How's that?...Unless you mean the immigrant 'aka' illegal aliens invasion...and I don't mean ET aliens...although, some say the Grays have..." 

"Alien Gray hybrids crossing the southern border...yes," Melishza interrupted. "We, the Supernatural Peak community, have special-ops types...let's say intervening." 

Shaking her head at all the revelations, Kymbra stared for long moments. 

"Dangerous's horses are trained to spot and kill weaponized snakes, reptiles, other such small critters that can sneak through, cross our borders." 

Kymbra nodded. "Like the DOD's robot insects, cockroaches, mosquitos?" 

"Robotics and similar to Dr. Moreau's island. Also, other dark-secret methods."

Blinking, her mind whirling, bringing the conspiracy puzzle pieces into focus, Kymbra sat back. She sank into the ultimate comfort of the chaise. Click...click...click... at least, my brain still works. 

"I'm certain Dangerous will explain more. Later. Would you like to see some of the wild horses?" Melishza instructed the Viewer.

"Love horses," Kymbra softly uttered. "But you know that." 

"Yes," Melishza pointed her finger. "These are from last year's Memorial Day photo contest." 

A series of patriotic horse pictures followed. "Beautiful. Thank you." 

"I know," she kindly spoke, "Dangerous will find you a horse to ride once--" 

"Once I've recovered," Kymbra finished. "Definitely something to live for."

"Ice cream?" Melishza inquired as she checked the monitor. 

"I'm still breathing...I know I can feel it"

"Dry as a Vodka Martini, your voice." Amusement gripped Melishza's voice, yeah, like ice tongs. 

"No. I prefer a Five Island Flamingo...not found on Dr. Moreau's island, I presume."

"I presume." Melishza giggled, then grinned reminding Kymbra of a mischievous kitty cat.

"Ice cream," Kymbra changed position, the magical-tech chair following her body. "You have the absolute best here. Sure."

Melishza tapped her wrist device. "The Quirkomon has it 'doctored up' with your health ingredients." 

"He's a good-medicine wizard, alright."

Melishza moved closer. "Would you like to see two of Dangerous's horses?" 

Kymbra nodded, curious of course. "Gorgeous." she praised, emotionally savoring. "Looks like the Akhal-Teke breed."

"I don't know horses." Melishza waved her hands. "Except for how beautiful they are." 

"Cat claws, your nails." Fascinated, Kymbra stared. 

After a speculative glance, Melishza stated, "Cat Fights. It's a type of warrior training, and a fighting style we have here."

"You're a champion, right? ...A flash of intuition." Kymbra answered the woman's inquisitive expression. 

"One of the champions. You should see Dangerous compete in the various horse sporting games we have here."

Aware that Melishza changed the subject, Kymbra gently mocked "Will I be in awe? Female-worshiping awe?"


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"You'll remember this from the late 70s," Melishza spoke teasingly, then crooned, "Love, exciting and new...

To the tune of the Love Boat, she continued,"Come to the Peak. We've been expecting you.

"Yes...Love, life's bestest reward.
Let it soar, it flies back to you.

"Love Mates will be meeting for another run
The Love Peak promises sweet passion for everyone
Yes. Set a course for adventure,
Your heart wanting a brave romance.
 
"No. Love won't hurt anymore
It's an invitation like a wild delightful roar.
Yes LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It's LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!"

With her jaw nearly dropping, Kymbra gawked. "Wow...do you star in musicals?" 

"My family owns a dinner theater here in Moonrise Lake. Daytime for the kiddies. Nighttime for us adults." Melishza offered a radiant satisfied smile.

"Oh...that makes sense. That was wonderful." Kymbra moved, restless. "I don't sing worth a darn." 

"No worries, I'll teach you." Pure confidence, that was Melishza's body posture. 

Kymbra almost believed her. "That would be a real miracle," she snarked softly. "I can dance...used to be able to dance."

"Dangerous is a dream to dance with."

Kymbra let her curiosity run off leash, this time. "What kind of dancing... country western?"

"Just to let you know, Kymbra, the men who live in Wolf Peak are strongly encouraged to learn the art of dancing with a woman. Many styles, btw." 

"Well, that's amazing given today's stupid sterile relationship culture." Kymbra knew her tone was cutting. She hardly cared. "The Danger Man?"

"I partner with him at our square dancing events. I've seen him cut the rug often, that is, swing dancing to one of the bands at the elegant Midnight Stardust Club." 

"Amazing," Kymbra repeated the word, while trying to imagine that scene. 

"We have a huge variety of nightclubs...including disco, discotheques. An ultra-fun favorite here."

"Discos, wow, Double wow." Kymbra hiked a skeptical brow. "Elders allowed?... If I can dance again."

Melishza threw her head back, chuckling as if Kymbra had said something ridiculous

However, before Kymbra could question her, Melishza spun toward the main door. She leaped to touch the panel. "Saved by the Medicine Practitioner." 

To Kymbra's surprise and delight, two Pomeranian dogs sprinted inside. They adorably bounced toward her. 

"Your names aren't Ice and Cream," she teased as the boy jumped on her lap. After playfully patting him, she gave him a hug. 

"No, dear woman, Muffster and Fluffster don't belong to me," the Practitioner princely bowed. "I am merely petsitting. It seems they overwhelmingly approve of me."

"Do you feed them ice cream?" Kymbra bantered with a grin as the tall wizard-type handed her a large cut-crystal bowl, plus the silver spoon. Politely, the Pom hopped to the floor. 

"Only a tiny taste after their dinner." The girl Pom yipped happily. "You will excuse me, lovely Kymbra, I must attend to another." 

"Of course. Thank you."

Muffster and Fluffster gave her extended hand a licking kiss before following the Quirkomon.

Gazing down at her wrist device, Melishza strode toward Kymbra. "Message from Dangerous," she announced. "He's due back here in a couple of hours--after taking care of his horses." 

"How's the perimeter, does he say?" 

"I'll check the battle status." Again Melishza manipulated her computer-like device. "Although, if there was a bad turn, an emergency, we'd know immediately." 

"Unlike the fake-news MSM," Kymbra dryly scorched. 

"Right on, sister." 

Kymbra grinned at the 'her-generation's' saying. "Right on." 

"Our town's perimeter remains secure, but is still under attack. No concerns, though," Melishza quickly added. "The next team is in position and battle ready," 

Her mental faculties still operational, jerked to attention. "How many people live here?"

"Here in Moonrise Lake or in Wolf Peak Territory?" Melishza's eyes became a shade of radiance Kymbra had never witnessed before. 

"Both." 

"Last count. Moonrise Lake has grown to about three hundred of us...now. That's why we have two newer towns in the Peak. Green Buffalo and Sunrise Prairie...We have about 5,000 Peakites. Currently. Most folks don't live in the towns...but on ranches, farms. Outside of the towns." She paused, her gaze assesing Kymbra. "I'll let Dangerous explain more." 

"Why?" Kymbra demanded bluntly. She stilled her restless movements, pinning Melishza with her gaze. Unrelenting gaze. 

"Like a laser...the Celtae were infamous, are infamous..." 

Kymbra bolted upright as she could while still sitting. She pointed her finger. "And who in the hell are the Celtae...like Celtic?"


"The Celtae originally arived and thrived in Ireland, a powerful sect of Merlin-like magicians. Genetically, they were Hyperborians who interbred with a tribe of Atlanteans. They adored animals creating many new species. This included wolves, other canines, and horses, bears and hunting falcons, also riding stags...as well as many of the big cat breeds while working alongside certain of the Egptian gods." 


"Oh." In a long silence, Kymbra pondered deeply, finally stating, "That makes sense--given who I am. What I like." 

"I'm certain Dangerous will answer your questions, explore your heritage with you." Melishza consulted her wrist device at a tone. "Will you be okay if I leave now? I'm part of the baby formula delivery team." 

Kymbra waved her hand. "Of course. Take care of the babies--their moms and dads."

With a glowing smile, Melishza spun around, her quickness surprising Kymbra. "See you soon," she threw over her shoulder. 

Moments later, a helpless rage blazed through Kymbra. "Starving babies. Starving people around the world. All by horrific design. To depopulate." She spat out,"Death to the new world stinky ODOR." After an angry breath, Kymbra slammed back against the chaise lounge. "Now. And forever." 

Later, she heaved an infuriated breath. "And you ain't getting our guns, either. You scumbag monsters."

Kymbra touched on the Viewer screen the Danger Man had given her--yep, news from the sites she knew. 

"Yeah, that's right. Protect yourself and others," she muttered.

Mass shooting stopped by law-abiding woman carrying concealed handgun

As of this writing, police have not released the name of the woman who killed Butler. No one else was injured in the incident, however.

https://www.naturalnews.com/2022-06-05-mass-shooting-stopped-law-abiding-woman-carrying-concealed-handgun.html

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Pregnant Woman Used AR-15 to Drop Armed Robber Attacking Her 11-Year-Old Daughter

June 6, 2022, 9:55pmby Samantha Chang, The Western Journal

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Having dozed off, Kymbra awoke with a start. The Danger Man entered, his steps quiet as a hunting predator. A wolf came to mind, not for the first time. 

Mentally, Kymbra shook her head.

Pistols were strapped to his hips western-hero style. Good Gawd, no. Sexual desire bolted through her, a damn flamethrower of need--so it felt. 

Kymbra suppressed her feelings fast. 

But did the monitors light up with the truth? Did he psychally sense it?

"You're still alive," she drily commented. 

"Disappointed?" he joked. With a huge grin pasted on his overly handsome face, Dangerous sauntered toward her.

"Rattlesnakes," she burst out. "Why am I seeing them in my mind...filling it?" 

"Yep, darlin', had to destroy a few. Fake rattlers, bio-robot creatures constructed by a bad group in DARPA." 

Kymbra wrapped her head around that, knowing he spoke true. "How...how did you destroy them?"

Like a gunslinger with lightning reflexes, the Danger Man drew both of his pistols. "Good aim and my warrior horse, Palladin." 

At her quizzical glance, he added. "Every bio-robot has a vulnerability, a neuro shutoff spot." 

"Oh...okay. That computes, so to speak." 

"Computes. Good one, darlin'." 

As he approached, ever closer...ever closer, Kymbra resisted the urge to shrink away or worse! passionately grab him. 

Conflicted to the max, she froze completely still.

"Looks like your healin', right fine, Kymbra," he drawled, reminding her of a sweet-talking TV-show Texan--especially as he expertly holstered his guns. 

Suddenly fierce inside, she snapped, "What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?"


 HONORING FLAG DAY, JUNE 14TH

 

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To be continued... hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Friday, May 27, 2022

Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak

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 May Howls, Yowls, Growls From Mothers of Wolf Peak, ShapeShifter Lovers!

Starving Babies in the USA. in our America, what the hell! Wolf Peakite volunteers to the rescue... of course. First. though...

Kymbra and Dangerous discuss...

"The name is Dangrok Zromu Vinnh." He attempted what he hoped was a reassuring and friendly grin before saying, "Dangerous is my nickname." 

Kymbra raised a cynical brow. "You do look dangerous...unlike...when was it at the thrift shop?" Eyes like blue-diamond razor blades regarded him.

"Yesterday. Would you like a nutrition-dense chocolate malt?" Dangerous held up the tall frosty glass direct from the Peak's beloved Creamery shop.

"Nutrition-dense, huh. Am I allowed to sit up now?" 

Her sarcasm amused him. Holding out the glass, Dangerous gave a nod.

"What the heck, it's a good day to die." She took hold of the glass, then stared at her legs, scanned her body. ''Why am I in this emerald colored catsuit?" 

"It helps the healing process." 

After a moment of thought, she gave him the stink eye, an ancestral reaction. "Is this a military MIB base?" 

"Do you mean what's called a DUMB?" Dangerous kept his tone conversational. "No," he answered her affirming nod. "You're in Wolf Peak Territory, Montana, in our town of Moonrise Lake."

"Never heard of it," she groused. Obviously hungry she grasped the straw taking a long drink. "Heaven." The beautiful elder kept sipping. "Poison or not, this is delicious."

"Lots of good herbal extracts like Sarsaparilla." He leaned forward into her personal space. She didn't object.

"Yes, I can taste that--use it a lot." 

Howls, the elder smelled sensuously delicious. If he decided to court her much later, he realized it would be a long arduous trek. 

"I assume you know my name," she threw at him, a hunter's speeding bullet. 

"Kymbra." He paused focusing on her eyes, her soul. "Kymbra Sass, your online name. Kim Sandra Westerly." 

Fierce but curious, unblinking, she regarded him. "Who are you. Really?" She wiggled a bit. "You ain't no normal person," she affected like a stereotypical redneck.

"Darlin', you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

She winced a little at the way he'd addressed her.

"Let's say, for right now, we're a large freedom community--a thriving strong community."

"Lots of guns?...a militia?"

Dangerous barked a big laugh. "No. Not a militia. But we got guns... a lot more, far more lethal weapons, even Tesla-tech style armaments." He gazed directly at her. "And we use them." 

"Insurrection," she muttered softly. "Tesla tech, huh?" She shifted, facing him squarely.

"No. Not insurrection...darlin'," he intentionally addressed her. 

Her brow furrowed. "Stop that."

Dangerous inwardly smiled, yip-yip-yep a wolfish grin. "Darlin'?" he asked as if he was an innocent cub.

"Yes, that... young-on'," the elder scowled. 

"Yes, Tesla-weaponized for our protection. Want to learn how to use it?"

Her gaze, her face brightened as if sunlit. For a moment. 

"I can make it happen, Kymbra," he solemnly promised. 

"Bigwig guy, huh? This is crazy...you know." She shuddered.

Dangerous reached behind him opening the oven-like unit. He retrieved the bowl of hearty, specially made soup, then waved it beneath her nose. "Just for you." 

With some reluctance, Kymbra wrapped her hands around the bowl. "It does smell good, bigwig." 

"Dante runs this place. I'm proudly related to him." He handed her a spoon.

"Blood is thicker than water," she sardonically commented. "Tasty." She spoke after several spoonfuls. "What do you want with me...from me?" 

"You're a powerful woman, Kymbra." He ignored her doubtful expression. "We want you to be part of our community."

 Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak

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"As Dangerous just said," Kitty, Dante's shapeshifter mate entered, quiet as the feline she was, "we want you to join our community."

"And you are?" Kymbra set her bowl aside. Her gaze pinned Kitty. No mercy. 

"Please finish. My name is Kitty." She offered a large sweet smile. "I work with our circle of good witches and psychics. We assist in the protection of Wolf Peak Territory."

Kymbra ate the last few spoonfuls, then asked, "Sort of like remote viewing?" 

"That is part of what we do." Kitty drew in an audible breath. ''We use all of our so-called 'woo' talents. It's how we found you, Kymbra." 

"It's how I found you before the abduction attempt," Dangerous spoke up. 

"Grays?" Kymbra trembled for several instants. Yet her gaze remained strong, the warrior woman inside of her. 

"No, not in this case, dear elder. The black-heart cabal as you have labelled them in your blog posts." Kitty glanced at him. Dangerous gave a nod to continue given he was in charge of her healing. "There are many here who are fans--who want you here. Who wish to receive your wisdom." 

"Wisdom?" She thought, considering Kitty's words. "I guess because of my advanced age...my life experiences, so to speak." Kymbra grimaced at herself. "Age does have it's advantages--one reason the new world cabal wants us oldsters dead, dead, dead."

"Yes, absolutely. Our children need to know. They have been insulated from what is called the real world." Kitty swept her hand outward indicating the society beyond their boundaries.

"But that's not all, is it?" Kymbra rose to stand. 

Wobbly, Dangerous leaped up catching her, steadying her. 

"The second time...isn't it?" she murmured. 

"We'll talk later," Kitty lightly gripped Kymbra's arm, "when your recovery is complete." 

"Goddess energy." Awe owned Kymbra's voice. "Mother Goddess power. That's what you feel like." 

"Speaking of, I have a feeling my twins require a firm hand." Kitty turned toward Dangerous with a grace he always admired. "Keep watching over our Celtae elder." 

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Still in his arms, Kymbra whispered, "Wow. I've never felt such strong spiritual energy. Twins?"

"Youngsters, boys who run wild as wolves at times. Dante is their very loving father. But he keeps them disciplined with bold fangs, as we say here." Dangerous didn't want to let go of her. She wasn't resisting him either, after howls all.

"Do you have a tribal wolf totem here, or something?" Suspicious, confused, Kymbra turned in his arms. "Are you Native American?" 

Before he could answer, his sister's tone sounded. "Hold on, darlin.'" Dangerous eased her onto the edge of the silvery mattress, then spoke into his wrist device. "The mission, sis?"

"Successful. Babies saved. Organizing more volunteers. We need to set up milk banks, milk stations on the Peak's perimeter." Bettressa was in her leadership element. 

"Go for it. You're the gal for the job." 

"How's the elder?" Bettressa sincerely asked. That was his older sister. 

"The 'elder' is  okay...it seems." Kymber defiantly folded her arms. "Thanks for helping the babies. This is depraved immorality. All orchestrated by those who hate humanity, the epic fools who serve them--who would take away our God-given right to be free."

Bettressa hesitated. "Yes, our right to be free Beings. Welcome to Wolf Peak Territory. Signing off, brother." 

"Later, sis." 

"No starving babies here? In your community...I presume." 

"No. Never. The mothers breast feed. When there's a problem the Mother Practitioners immediately help out--go to their aid." 

"Mother Practitioners...what a good idea." Kymbra looked away, her shoulders slumped. "Never had children...but you know that. It's a long, long story. Never mind." She straightened. "I'm grateful...yeah, I don't have to worry about them in this cruel crazy, not child-friendly world."

Aware his words were not what she needed right now, Dangerous said nothing. He waited, watching her closely, only looking away when the monitor subtly flashed.

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"Something wrong?" she asked, her gaze fastened on the monitor.  

"Nothing a heart tonic and a rest won't solve, Kymbra." Dangerous grinned. Keeping his manner lighthearted, he touched his handy dandy wrist com.

"Be there in a jiffy," the Medicine Shaman on duty assured. From an ancient time, the man oddly enjoyed using current-day slang.

"See you in a jiff. Don't sniff," Dangerous bantered.

"Oh, that's cute. bigwig guy. CoQ10 and Hawthorn herb, do you have those health supplements here?"

"We'll get anything you want..." Dangerous halted his words as Kymbra's eyes widened and she popped upward. 

"Bolshevik baby formula. It's a nefarious plot, a scheme." With an intensity that would have seared most, she shot her gaze at him. 

"Bolshevik?"

"They, the deepstate FDA monsters deliberately caused the formula shortage. Shut down that factory. Why?" Kymbra arched her brows high. "So O'Bidden could sign that bill or whatever it is...

"I have it, Kymbra." Dangerous read from his wrist device, "The President is invoking the Defense Production Act." 

"Exactly. Meaning the deepstate now has total communist-like control over baby formula. Over America's babies."  

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The implications hit Dangerous like a sledge hammer. No, Thor's smashing omnipotent hammer.

"Control the babies, control the parents, the mothers...or control the population with scarcity. With exclusive control of formula production. With digital-run rationing. With the chip..." Kymbra blew out an angry breath. "You get the diabolical picture." Impatient, enraged, she bounced on the mattress. "Hell, desperate people in Cali-commie-fornia are turning in guns for gas."

Howls beneath the Goddess Moon, it was all too clear. "I do. I do, Kymbra. Yep, Problem. Reaction. Solution. The constant evil game plan of the Dark Enemy." 

"How do we stop this crap?" she demanded, fierce as a mother bear. 

Her anguish seared him, pained his heart. Growls, he was ready to charge, fangs bared.

Dangerous beckoned to the Quirkomon, as the Medicine Practitioner was known given his ancient name was difficult to pronounce. 

"We stop it, most beloved woman," the Practitioner began in his operatic voice, "by joining our Divine Self with the cosmic rise of the Earth Mother, with the Sacred Feminine Force."

Half-way bowing with a flourish, Quirkomon presented the heart tonic to Kymbra.

She eyed him, taking his measure before sniffing the concoction, then drinking. "Hawthorn berries," she uttered. "Thank you."

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"You will pardon my observation, dear woman, but I am aware of your antediluvian ancestry."

He possessed Kymbra's full attention. Definitely. "Do tell, sir." She handed the container back to him. 
 
"The Moon, who we named Cybellis. is an ark flown to Earth during long bygone days. Your direct ancestress arrived then." 
 
"The Moon, Mothership for Cosmic Humanity...that rings true. I, I have intuitive glimpses," Kymbra admitted, her tone fragile. She averted her gaze.
 
After a short pause, Quirkomon regally stated, "She still lives deep inside our lovely Earth. your grandmother ancestress. I cannot tell you more."
 

To be continued... hopefully.

 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Thursday, May 19, 2022

When Chickens Rule, Really

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Stormy May Howls, Yowls, Growls, and Fowls, ShapeShifter Lovers!

I found a news clip about feral chickens and couldn't stop chuckling for awhile... thus, this flash scene set in Wolf Peak Territory, the small town of Moonrise Lake.

 When Chickens Rule

Herrosha laughed until her ribs ached. "Global conquest on the horizon." The chicken shapeshifter retrieved her delicate teacup. 

"Finally," her dear cousin giggled. "Finally, our time has come again." Rishla saluted with her teacup. 

Together, they sipped like the ladies they were. 

"We will rule the lands, roaming, stomping. feasting on the pathetic little mammals, proud dinosaurs again." Herrosha chortled laughter again. 

"Proud dinosaurs again?" Belorosa, a turkey shifter, entered their private room at the popular tearoom, the Pearl Morning Dew. "Apologies for my tardiness, ladies. The brood was particular rambunctious." 

"Most likely the recent full moon eclipse and it's Spring." Rishla patted the rose-pink cushioned chair beside her. 

"Most likely. Thank you." Belorosa reached for the teacup that Herrosha poured for her, at the perfect level, of course. 

"Feral chickens are infesting part of Hawaii, it seems. And making quite a nasty nuisance of themselves." Rishla couldn't contain her chuckles.

"Feral chickens?" Belorosa took a dainty taste of her tea. "Delicious as usual. Who's ever heard of feral chickens?" 

"Apparently, these flocks of feral poultry have been running wild for years, but recently increased to a significant number," Rishla explained, then giggled again. 

"Crowing at all hours, rudely waking people up." Herrosha dramatically intoned, rolling her eyes. "Worse, digging, tearing up gardens, even crawling beneath private fences. Some daring folks are even feeding them. Oh, the endless horror. Although, the chickens are becoming a road hazard." 

"Mygosh, who ever heard of collecting their eggs, free eggs?" Rishla refilled her teacup, adding a bit of honey. "You know, common sense--if you're hungry. Perhaps, this could be a small profitable business."

"Yes, plain ole common sense. Your own flock available for the eating. Thriving in their natural habitat, the type where today's chickens originated. You know, there's a looming food shortage." Belorosa shook her head, then savored her tea. 

Herrosha nodded. "Even as a poultry shifter myself, I have to ask, have chicken dinners gone out of style? You know, a common sense solution to the problem." She raised her brows. "What's wrong with some in the human population these days?"

"Precisely." Belorosa agreed. "Many of the Hawaiians hunt and dine on the wild pigs, after all."

"Yes, after all. But why educate those loony lazy, brain-captured humans? I, for one, am cheering for the feral chickens. They're clearly activating their dinosaur heritage--survival being a prime directive." Herrosha bobbed her head. 

Enthusiastically, in obvious agreement, her two friends followed. 

"Run, run." Rishla theatrically winged her arm. "The chickens are coming. The chickens are coming. Can you imagine it?" 

Hearty clucking laughter burst from them all.  

"It's rule by flocks and flocks of the new poultry variant, terrifying Chicken Dinos." Belorosa added. "More frightening, young mutating mobs of wild turkeys are joining."

Helpless giggling gobbles erupted.

"Not the turkeys. OMG." Hysterically laughing from her mental imagining, Herrosha nearly fell face down on the fragile-looking table.

"We're looking at the true collapse of human civilization... Chicken Dinos, beaks like jagged titanium. Turkeys with machete claws... run, run, their eyes are blood red and blazing." Rishla rocked in her chair cackling guffaws. 

When the hilarity subsided, Belorosa gobbled, "When chickens and their turkey mob rule...it's a top horror movie, I tell you."

"Eat them before they eat you... the first line of the movie trailer." Herrosha stood, suddenly all serious. "Duty summons, gal pals. It's my turn to walk with and watch over the newly arrived Celtae-DNA elder. You know, in our healing gardens."

To be continued... hopefully.

 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar


Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

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SunGod Wolf~deviantart.com

  One Year later~Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers!

Yeah, I'm still alive. It's been a beastly, sort of adventurous year of battling death in several different ways...not quite kicking fiercely yet. 

However, I'm feeling the urge to write...

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 Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

"All hail the Great Wolf Dog, I've found her." Dangerous growled the words low in his throat Given the hazards of his com device or telepathic message being intercepted, he didn't inform Wolf Peak Central. Not yet.

With a predator's stealthy grace he followed the human elder as she hobbled inside the upscale thrift shop. Cane in hand, she concentrated on each step.

Kitty and her Witch's Circle were on sniffing-target. Even from this distance the   Celtic-DNA woman reeked of many psi-powers, ones suppressed by the human race's generational ignorance, and by the Darkside Magicians assigned to keep her under their control. 

Despite constant diabolical attacks, the elder still lived. According to his third eye, her stubborn will, her inner Spirit, the protection of the One Divine, yip-yip-yep the elder mission-remained. Howls, in this time of Revelation and revolutionary Decision on beloved Mother Earth.

Smiling like an idiot, Dangerous froze his features into a soy-boy disguise. He ambled after the woman enjoying her delicious yet fire-hot scent--who she was in the fifth dimension. 

"Can I help you, young man?" Steely eyes peered at him over ubiquitous and sensible eyeglass frames. 

"Kitchen utensils. I just moved into a new apartment. Wally World is so dull..." Dangerous fluttered his fingers, "so unremarkable." 

"Last aisle on the right," the clerk dismissed him.

**** 

Aware of the young man entering behind her, Kymbra carefully balanced herself on the walking cane. She shuffled through the large size tee-shirts until she could part them enough to view him. 

Hell yeah, strange things, weird events, scary crap had been happening--the last couple of months. at least. Kymbra grimaced. She trusted no one. 

He appeared innocuous enough, normal enough, a metro sexual type, but with evidence of rippling muscles beneath his garish Hawaiian shirt. On the slim side, Kymbra 'ding ding' knew the man was 'tough as nails'. Yep, like the current-day cowboys competing in rodeos. 

Who are you trying fool, buddy boy? 

Determined to continue, Kymbra scowled and clamped her jaw shut. After all, she only had so much time to shop. It was a rare opportunity these damn days.

As she studied the selection of over-sized shirts, Kymbra tuned her ear for any suspicious sounds--the slightest movement toward her. 

How fast can I move being a cripple? Come on... she mocked herself.

Splat! Something struck the old wood floor at her feet Kymbra shot her gaze downward. The smell of ozone seared her nostrils. Strong blue light blasted her eyes, then instantly became a thin beam. 

In shock, somewhat blinded, Kymbra gripped the handle of the cane, but teetered backward. Abduction?

God no... 

Arms like steel rods caught her, surrounded her, stopped her fall.

"Doc, you got me..." she heard.

"Beaming you aboard, wolfie," an odd but masculine voice responded. 

"Where...?" Kymbra tried to move. Useless. 

"Stay still," the man's voice soothed, urged. "This is a rescue."

Unable to croak a sound, weak, lightheaded, Kymbra sank against the man's ultra hard frame. Am I whirling? Whatever.... In the next instant she blacked out. 

****

"All aboard," Blade Runner announced in his Bugs Bunny imitation. "Hey, junior wolf, you're crushing her against that iron like chest of yours. Let her breathe." 

"Right." Dangerous loosened his grip some as he carried the precious elder toward the ship's Restoration chamber. He made certain the dome fully opened and the lights twinkled on before gently placing her on the silvery mattress. 

"Status, bunny Captain?" he asked.

"Enemy dispatched to the outer rim of the solar system 'n spinning fast as a weaponized-comet top." 

Dangerous grinned. "Thanks, Captain." 

"Gotta take a 'circle back' route home. Space Force is sniffing at our tail. Hang on to your sharp fangs." 

"Aye, aye, Captain bunny." Dangerous kept one eye on the ancient-Celtic elder, as she was known in their Wolf Peak world, and the other on the frequency readout. 

While they seesaw-whipped through the skies, he adjusted the chamber's healing tones slowly and methodically ridding her of various toxins. Resurrection would be initiated later. 

"You're gonna be gorgeous again. Youthful and gorgeous," he promised. Noting her stubborn nature, evident in her energy field, Dangerous added."Howls by the Wolf God, whether you like it or not." 

Like Father Sun after a thunderstorm's rage, his grin broke through the clouds of his soul.

****

Lost in a foggy chaotic dreamscape, Kymbra gradually became aware of the soft cloud holding her. So soft.  

She luxuriated, clinging to the sheer pleasure. For years she'd been tired, often dragging herself from day to day.

No, I don't want to open my eyes. 

"All packed up. Ready to deliver baby formula." The determination of the woman's voice impacted Kymbra, a big jolt from the heaven's above.

"Keep in contact, sis. Promise." 

Love yet serious concern in his tone, and also command, Kymbra recognized the man who... what? What happened to me?

"Your elder is awakening. I'm outta here." 

"Yeah, when I need you--the woman to woman thing," he teased. 

"The babies need me, my team, more," his sister flippantly threw back. 

What is that distinctive accent? Kymbra heard sis's departing footsteps. Babies... the memory hit like the damn glare of a big-screen plasma TV. Hate those things. 

Kymbra's eyes popped open. Diffused violet-tinted light haloed the man's face, seemed to heal her eyes. 

Ignoring his handsome, hard-defined features, she blurted out, "I know who is hoarding the baby formula. It's them. They have to feed it to our dear leader, the sleeping O'Bidden."

Intense eyes, the aqua color of the Caribbean sea at dusk entered her soul--a gentle penetration. "Sleeping?" he asked after a pause.

"You know that creepy incubator thing they put him in...the high-tech drugs they keep him on...only baby formula works for his, his intestines, his gut, what's left of it."

He gave a thoughtful nod before saying, "I think I'm seeing what you are. The  rotting zombie under glass."

"Who are you? Where the heck am I? What's going on?" Kymbra demanded, moving to sit up. 

"Easy there, woman." He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "A bit more healing time is required." 

Given his sincere kind voice, Kymbra obeyed. "Healing?" she snapped. "How is it you can see what I see before my mind's eye? Are you a Borg creepazoid? Did you put a chip in me?"

To be continued... hopefully.

 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar


Sunday, May 16, 2021

Stray Cat Strut Synchronicity

 

  Stray Cats - Stray Cat Strut (Official Video)

 Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers! 

So, synchronicity is at a work. I was on youtube and a music video by the Stray Cats showed up unexpectedly in the recommendations. That, of course, triggered my memory of writing this particular flash scene ... yep, I moved and grooved to the song bigtime ... and get this, originally this scene was posted on May 13, 2015 ... yeah, back at the *old* blog, ShapeShifter Seductions [with an 's' at the end].

Note: Kalina, the heroine of this flash, is an ET, an AI specialist, who was abandoned on Earth in the city of Chicago. Dante, the alpha wolf leader, sent Zortega, his long lost cousin, to rescue her. At the time, they were under vicious cyber attack. 

Also, a few small changes were made to the scene


 May 13, 2015
The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Ever hear one of those songs that just tickles you no end? Well, that’s your flash scene for today. I hope you enjoy.

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The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


“A crash course in Earth culture,” Kalina muttered, practicing her use of the English language. She waved her hand over the wall-sized monitor, installing the last of the current information gathered from the world wide web, including the depths of the dark net, and all the Q-clearance intel organizations she’d discovered.

Instead of an AI assassin, she’d become more of a bits-and-bytes spy. Entering the cyberworld as frequency consciousness, Kalina hid out, observing the flash and flow of traffic. Whenever lightning-pulses of secret info appeared, she chased the signature-stamped pulses down to source.

The project to save endangered information on the internet had become a serious priority with Dante. Ever since pages he’d saved to his primitive hard drive had disappeared on the net, the alpha werewolf had become a fiend for storing every last cyber-info bit he could get his paws on. To that end, over the last year’s time, he’d hired a  growing team of top-predator nerds.

Now hunting down the shadow-system perpetrators of scrubbed info, had become the favored sport of these shapeshifter nerds, and Kalina had given them tips on how and where to find their prey.

Recently, she’d helped to design the ultimate storage system, along with a secretive shifter who called himself Rogue Stray Cat. Speaking of, Kalina heard him crooning his adopted theme song as he sauntered toward the super-secured room.

“Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence… Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent… I’m flat broke but I don’t care … I strut right by with my tail in the air.”  With that Rogue Stray peeked through the crack of the sliding door, and grinned at her.

Tall, thin, with an air of regal nonchalance, he strolled inside. The door auto-shut behind him, and he took a quick swallow of his mud java as he called his first cup of coffee. Raising his brows in question, he gazed directly at her.

“Complete,” Kalina answered, then smiled at him.

Rogue Stray flipped back a shock of black and orange hair. “Let’s give it a trial run, kiddo. Then prep a program for capturing the latest and greatest on the world wide wiretap.”

“Agreed. But first you have to sing… is it the chorus?”

With a smooth flourish of his wrist, he held the coffee mug like a mike, singing… “Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies’ cat… A feline Casanova, hey man, that’s where its at…Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man… Get my dinner from a garbage can.”

After an affected wiggle of his dark brows, he added, “I have to tell ya, ET kiddo, the garbage cans around here are gourmet eatin’.”

“I bet they are.” Kalina giggled lustily. She couldn’t help it around him. Even though her sweetheart squeeze, as she whispered in his ear everyday… one alpha wolf shifter, Zortega, the courageous man who had rescued her, and now possessively body-guard protected her daily… he would snarl and bare his teeth whenever Rogue Stray entertained her like this.

Learning he was all snarl and no werewolf-bite, Kalina always soothed Zortega with soft kisses on his large handsome face.

“When is that savage wolf mate of yours due today?” Rogue Stray seriously regarded her. Although, laughter shone in his moon-bright, dark yellow eyes.
Kalina well knew he feline-enjoyed baiting Zortega. With a toss of her long hair, she replied, “He has a long meeting today with Dante, and most of those in the inner circle. Those who patrol and protect Peak Territory.”

“Ah, then you’re at the tender mercy of my claws,” Rogue Stray bantered. He swallowed down much of his mud java, and when he looked at her again, the nerdish glitter in his eyes ignited. “Let’s see what you’ve accomplished, little cyber miracle worker.”
The next several hours flew by comet-swiftly, as Kalina demonstrated, then explained her crystal cyber library. No spider-net cloud where info could be easily hacked… no, the global information she’d collected was now permanently catalogued inside the specialized crystals she knew how to grow. The thumb-sized crystals dazzingly flickered whenever Kalina accessed them.

“Would you like to hear your theme song?” she asked, once they explored the music library. At his eager nod, she added, “Just start singing.”

“I don’t bother chasing mice around… I slink down the alley looking for a fight…Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night…Singin’ the blues while the lady cats cry, “Wild stray cat, you’re a real gone guy.”

Instantly, the immense screen displayed an icon for every recording, every video made so far, and included karaoke renditions. To Kalina’s surprise and delight, the center image circled larger. And there he was, her Rogue Stray. Attired in a slouch hat, dark blue sunglasses, and a ‘righteous’ outfit, he stood in front the microphone. A three-piece band played behind him as he sang the lyrics in a blusie crooning yowl.

“Yep, it’s me, kiddo.” Pride colored his words. “You aren’t going to let that singing cat out of the bag,” he added quickly, but in his usual humor-filled tone.

“No. Not if you don’t want me to.” Kalina instantly knew she owned the image-key to discovering more about him. Perhaps to discovering his past, his origin. Who he truly was… at least, some major-star clues.

“That’s the *claw cuts both ways* deal with worldwide access to info about anyone at any time, isn’t it?” he quietly asked, his tone almost a purr.

“It is. Tracked, traced, and data-based, as they say here...on planet Earth.” Kalina pointed to the giant monitor to mute the sound. She turned to face him. “It’s why Dante examines anyone allowed to work at this level. Their character, I mean. He vetted you. Don’t worry, I won’t pursue more about you.” She smiled to reassure him. “Although, my curiosity is high. I must admit.”

“Curiosity killed the cat. In my case, satisfaction won’t bring him back, kiddo. I got some mighty mean bad-ass guys on my tail. They don’t give a rip or RIP who they eliminate on the way. If you get my drift?”

His words rang true as a space geyser about to erupt. “I understand. Being on the receiving end of bad-guy pursuit myself.”

“So, I heard.” He gave her a sly wink of comradery. “Enough of this lazin’ about. Let’s get some work done.”

“One of these days, you’ll confide in me, Rogue Stray kitty kat. I have one of those listening ears. That’s what Zortega tells me.”

“Someday,” he promised, as they moved toward the master console.

Behind her, Kalina heard him purring-croon, “I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.”
 
“You do got cat class and style,” she threw over her shoulder.
~~~~~~

Here's the music video that appeared on youtube ...

Stray Cats - Be Bop A Lula

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar