Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak

 

 

 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

"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." 

 

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.

 

"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."  

 

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."

 

"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

When Chickens Rule, Really

 

 

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

Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

 

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  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...

~~~~~~

 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