Post by Jonas Last Howl on Jun 21, 2007 19:11:32 GMT -5
Elena stirs in her sleep only slightly when I get out of bed. An evening of fine dining, a couple fresh mojitos, good horror movies, and some rough and tumble time together during a storm always helps her sleep easier. To me, however, each stroke of lightning is art...each peal of thunder is a call.
I sit on the side of our bed for a second and scratch at the scar across my chest. I slowly get up as to not disturb her, and head towards the bedroom door. I glance back over my shoulder at my wife. Tonight might be the night, you never know.
Outside, Grandfather has blessed my sky with his presence. Rain and wind and clouds spitting gouts of Heaven's Fire. Naked, I step on to the back deck, the wood is cool and wet beneath my feet. I stretch my arms outward and up over my head, watching the storm, letting the rain drench me. Laughter gives to yips, my paws hit the soggy earth, and my fur cloaks me in night and brush.
I run around my 32 wooded acres, chasing Crow, the Mickey to my Rocky. Eventually, our meanderings lead back to the garage I had built for the forge. The statues for the Totems are all forged for the moot. Beautifully hammered out versions of Crow, Falcon, Cockroach, Rat, Bull, Mouse, Wyvern, the Great Fenris, Stag, City Mother, Black Unicorn and Unicorn (and any others Chad forgot) are lined up around the wall of the garage.
"I can't believe I am even able to do this, much less the fact that I'm doing it..." I circle the statue of Grandfather Thunder, "I guess I never thought I'd actually lay eyes on you. Only thing left for you, Grandfather, is yer buddy." I turn and pick Stormcrow off the table, and place him on Thunder's shoulder.
I sit on the side of our bed for a second and scratch at the scar across my chest. I slowly get up as to not disturb her, and head towards the bedroom door. I glance back over my shoulder at my wife. Tonight might be the night, you never know.
Outside, Grandfather has blessed my sky with his presence. Rain and wind and clouds spitting gouts of Heaven's Fire. Naked, I step on to the back deck, the wood is cool and wet beneath my feet. I stretch my arms outward and up over my head, watching the storm, letting the rain drench me. Laughter gives to yips, my paws hit the soggy earth, and my fur cloaks me in night and brush.
I run around my 32 wooded acres, chasing Crow, the Mickey to my Rocky. Eventually, our meanderings lead back to the garage I had built for the forge. The statues for the Totems are all forged for the moot. Beautifully hammered out versions of Crow, Falcon, Cockroach, Rat, Bull, Mouse, Wyvern, the Great Fenris, Stag, City Mother, Black Unicorn and Unicorn (and any others Chad forgot) are lined up around the wall of the garage.
"I can't believe I am even able to do this, much less the fact that I'm doing it..." I circle the statue of Grandfather Thunder, "I guess I never thought I'd actually lay eyes on you. Only thing left for you, Grandfather, is yer buddy." I turn and pick Stormcrow off the table, and place him on Thunder's shoulder.
