Rawr Wolf DNO Older bling in fam's blog: "Wolf's Tails"

 As I sat looking into those lovely blue, grey eyes of hers, I wondered how I ever could have been so lucky as to have attracted this lady's attention. I caught my reflection in the water glass of the restaurant I had taken her to. Just a medium looking fellow I am, with dark brown hair and eyes. I am tall, but the thinness subtracts from that, barely held off by my broad shoulders.

 "Ah well," I sighed silently, "guess its the imagination and the personality which counts here."

 I grinned and winked at her, enjoying the way her eyes lit and the slow way her smile spread.

 She took my hand and asked, "And what may I ask brought that grin on?"

 "Hmmn?" I replied, "I was just wondering when you were going to tell me your name."

 She laughed and said, "Now I already have told you my name, Lady Wolf, what more can I tell you which would mean anything?"

 She finished this off with a grin of her own, that sent images of a wolf stalking its prey into my mind.

 Now this image didn't upset me like most of you would believe. I met Lady Wolf one fateful evening. I had just returned home from the gaming shop with my latest prize. The newest book in the gaming system I like to play.

 Eager to try the new rules out, I quickly revamped my character out, (a fine figure of a noble elf, if I do say so myself). I then signed on to the net, to join my on-line role playing group.

 Now for those of you who still live in the dark ages, role playing is when folks take on the personification of a character. This character can be just about anything, from a dragon to a star pilot, from a wild west gunslinger to a super spy, and just about anything else you can think of. For those of you who still live in the 50's, the net has become a huge medium for fantasy play. There are whole systems dedicated to role playing world wide. But I digress, on with the story.

 I connected to Powers Of the Realm, my favorite place to play on the net and settled in after saying hello to all my friends there. Yes, we do make friends on-line. Which is one of the things I like about it. In the several years I have been on-line, I have made many good friends all around the world.

 I was minding my own business when a lady character wandered by. Now I had seen Lady Wolf around before, but we never talked. I, being the friendly cuss I am, said hello and things led from there.

 We ended up talking for hours, (or is that typing)? We then decided to play together. I found not only did we seem to very much enjoy each others' company, but we also made a good team. Between my character's abilities as an elf and her's as a fighter mage, I had started to believe there was nothing we couldn't take on.

 The best news was, for once I had met someone that was close enough to me to actually meet. For that has been a bane in my life, it's extremely hard when you care deeply for someone that's thousands of miles away. Take my word for it; for I have done it many times.

 We played the night away and thoroughly enjoyed each others' company. I loved her wild style and imaginative mind; she even had a long story developed about how her character was cursed with being a werewolf. I found she liked my gentle romantic style.

 After which we met a few times on-line, each time more fun than the last. I admit it; I was falling head over heels with the lady. This went on over a few weeks and one night, while we were talking, she asked me if I wanted to go out. Needless to say, the thought delighted me and I said yes.

 Oh Goddess, how do I describe that night beyond extasy? She met me at my place and we almost never left there. It was like we were made for each other, wild but sensual, shy yet imaginative and almost as if we were one mind in two bodies, we were so close.

 Her eyes, her laughing eyes, were so beautiful. Her sweet lips felt so warm to the touch. Her strong arms clasping me to her breast. The scent of her which lingered long after she left to remind me, was more than I could bare.

 It was those eyes I feel, so mysterious. They almost reminded me of a wolf, but they were not the golden yellow of wolves' eyes. But the blue, grey eyes of... of... I didn't know what. I just knew I had to see those eyes shine for me again.

 So with my heart full of song, I signed on the next day, hoping to spend it with her. She was there. Before I could say anything, she laid her finger on my lips and whispered, "I long ago learned that if you love something, let it go. If it returns to you, you have not lost anything and if it doesn't return, what you lost was never yours."

 She continued, "Please don't think I don't care for you, for I do. More than you may ever know, but there are times when one must walk alone."

 With that she signed off and I didn't hear from her for weeks. During this time I thought about what she said and decided for myself that if I ever saw her again, I would prove to her that she never would lose my love. For I could not get her wondrous eyes, her sweet taste, the mind wrenching scent, or the feel of her slim body next to mine, out of my mind.

 And one faithful day I saw her again. It was while I was idly seeing who was around. I happened to run across her, in an out of the way area, on the net, called Wolves Haven.

 Needless to say, I joined and proceeded to convince her; not only had I returned to her, but was not going to leave. I pointed out that we shared the same taste in everything from music to food, (she even liked her meat very rare like I do).

 After many days of poetry, doing anything I could think of to make her smile, and just odd gifts where I could, I got her to agree to another date. This time we picked the night of a full moon. I insisted, knowing how special those nights are for her. Which, as tales have a way of doing, brings me back to where I started; wondering how such a beautiful lady could be mine.

 Tracing her cheek and reveling in the way her hair brushed my hand; I whispered, "Why don't we head back to my place, since you seem to be done."

 My heart nearly stopped when she smiled and said, "Reading my mind again? That could be dangerous."

 I laughingly answered, "That kind of danger I think I can happily handle."

 Her eyes went serious and I swear there was sadness in them as she replied, "I truly hope so."

 Then the light came back in her eyes as she said, "I think I would like to put you to the test. Lets go."

 I was overjoyed and put my arm around her waist as we walked back the few blocks to my place. I was surrounded by her scent and the moon in her hair made an almost magical glow as we wandered the streets.

 We reached my house in short order and before I knew it we were locked in an embrace which drove all thoughts but her out of my mind. I felt like I had left the earth and was drifting through space holding her. Each kiss was born from fire; each touch was like molten lava on the skin.

 Suddenly she pushed me gently back and whispered, "Before we can go on, my darling, you must know who I am. For this one thing is the core of my being and if you truly love me, you must know."

 I stupidly was thinking that she meant to tell me her real name and was going to tell her that it didn't matter, nothing mattered except her. But she sensed this and placed a finger tip over my lips, just as she had done on-line so long ago.

 "Shhh dearest," she softly said, "this must be done, I must know whether I will walk alone still after tonight."

 With that she somehow started to change. I could see her hair shorten on her head, while the soft fine hair on her body, which I loved to stroke so much, grew. I could feel her delicate fingers on my lips roughen to a pad like texture, while her nails turned to claws so sharp that one flex would have driven then deep into my flesh.

 I started back reflexively. I could feel my mind numb as I watched her lovely face lengthen into the snout and jaws of a wolf. There is no telling of the superstitious terror that seeing ears, teeth, and tail appear on the lady I love, caused me.

 All through this she made not a sound, her beautiful blue, grey predator eyes never leaving me, while the moon covered her fur in liquid silver fire. I know she could see the fear in my eyes, smell the sweat which blind terror brings, and taste the dread in my soul.

 She howled deep and loud as a wolf might and I somehow felt a sadness and longing in that howl. It was as if her heart were breaking or her soul was dying. I knew this like your lungs know to breathe. From deep within it came.

 She snarled and advanced on me. I shaken and rooted to the spot in mortal terror, could barely make out the words she growled.

 "Ah, again I must choose to walk alone. For your fear has proven that you truly were not mine. And once again I have lost nothing, but if that's so, why do I feel so empty?"

 Another gliding step she took towards me and I in my fright tried to jump back, only to slam into the wall inches behind me.

 Again she howled, somehow this time even more tragic than the last.

 "I had hoped that with your imagination and your love," she snarled, "I had found someone to walk beside me, but no, it is not meant to be."

 Suddenly with one of those flashes of insight we experience at times like these, I knew what those eyes reminded me of. Not a wolf, no, but a husky's eyes. I wondered about her lineage, but this wasn't the time to ask. In fact, the only thing this looked to be, was the time to die.

 "I must kill you," she continued, "for with knowing what I am and your fear of me, you would do me harm."

 I couldn't even deny this charge so overpowered by senseless horror was I. And it was probably true for we humans always harm what we fear.

 A tear glistened in those blue, grey eyes, which held mine fast in the eternal stare of the hunter and the prey, as she advanced close enough to touch me had she tried.

 In a growl so soft it was almost a whisper she said, "How I hoped it would be otherwise dearest. How I prayed these endless nights of loneliness would end. I wish it could have been different, with you I felt like we could have roamed under the moon forever, but alas, this wolf is destined to walk alone."

 Somehow it was here I found the courage to do what I did. And no, it was not to preserve my miserable little life, or to beg for mercy which drove me on. I sank to my knees and bared my neck to her, willing her with my actions to see what my human instincts had hidden.

 What caused me to do what some would consider a foolish act was not self preservation. Nor was it an action to show that I had accepted my fate. In fact, it was just the opposite. I was fighting what seemed to be my fate to die. What drove me to this was not fear, nay it was the image of the woman I loved, living out her days in loneliness and sorrow. So strong was this image that it drove all fear from my soul and caused me, (no matter how fumbling), to show her in her own way, that I accepted her as she was and loved her still.

 That moment in time was caught up in a stillness, it seemed that the very air held its breath, waiting to see what came next.

 What did come next, was a howl so loud and joyful, that it sent my senses swimming. My sight was covered in darkness as I felt her hands (?) on my shoulder and her sweet breath on my neck.

 That was last night; for I woke to find myself on my bed, the scent of her lingering through the air like a promise. And I found a wound like the bite of a wolf in my shoulder.

 I now sit here putting a bandage on my lady's mark, wondering about her. Like who let whom free? Did she let me free only for me to find my way back to her and a wondrous new life? Or did I set her free from sorrow and loneliness?

 I don't know...

 The only thing which I do know is someday I shall lovingly hold my Lady Wolf again.