Post Memorial Day Howls, Yowls, and Most Ferocious Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! And have a glorious flag day...
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
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.
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
"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?"
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."
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.
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."
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
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?"
"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.
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.
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.
"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 handgunSunday, June 05, 2022 by: JD Heyes
"Yeah, that's right. Protect yourself and others." CPD says the man who was shot last night at Renaissance Circle has died, and his name is Dennis Butler
Before the shooting, he allegedly pulled an AR-15-style rife at a birthday/graduation
CPD tells us a person at the party shot and killed Butler@wchs8fox11
— Danielle Dindak (@danielledindak) May 26, 2022
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.
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
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?"
To be continued... hopefully.
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~