Archive for March, 2012

It’s sunset, and the light pierces into my cave. I throw an arm over my eyes and peer out the massive opening to the world. Feeling disoriented, I drink from a cave pool, tasting the mercury. It makes me shake like a wet dog for a spastic second, then I stand to greet the night.  A voice purrs to me from the depths of the caverns I call home. I ignore it. It doesn’t want to be ignored, though, and grows louder as it approaches. A look of confusion crosses my face. This is NOT the voice I’m used to. I turn too quickly, blinding myself with long black hair.

Some serpentine creature moves towards me, opening its fanged mouth to loose the voice of legions. It’s eyes glow green and it’s hair resembles electrical cables that nearly reach the ground. Now I recognize him.

“Get a make-over, did we?”

The creature chuckles, sending it’s ropey hair dancing. It reaches talons for fingertips to my cheeks. The green eyes burn, and the voice purrs against my lips.

“Yesss… I did. Do you like it?”

I look him over, nodding and giving a satisfied smile.

“What brought on the change?”

He chuckles again, tossing back his long head. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and pulls me against his bare, greenish black skin. It feels like a single, solid scale…or a cockroach carapace. His warm tongue snakes its way across my cheek, surprisingly soft and forgiving.

“Why, you did, Lady.”

She cocked her head.

“Lady? What happened to Girl?”

He grinned, and I could see his soul in it. The outer appearance might be confusing to some, I noted off handedly.

“You’re not a Girl anymore.”

I gave him a smirk.

“I’m hardly a lady.”

The next smile the creature gave me was predatory.

“Yes, you’re a lady alright. You’re MY lady. And now I can protect you properly.”

Once again, the head tilts. I narrow my eyes at him, and he sees them turn blue before I can say a word.

“Don’t mistake me, Mistress, I’m not keeping you here, and I will not be in your way. But now I can keep you safe.”

I once again was confused, and I reached out to see what his new hair felt like. Like silken ropes. Hmmm…

“And why couldn’t you before?”

He grinned, and made a strange clacking sound before responding.

“You thought you didn’t need me. Now you know. Congratulations, you’ve earned your own personal Fros-“

“Don’t say it! Don’t say it, I know what you are….Saying it isn’t doing anyone any favors.”

My fingers were splayed across his lips, and for the first time in nearly a decade, I realized why my guardian hadn’t abandoned me. When my limbs started to shake, I let go, and took a step back, and a deep breath.

“Why do you still pull back? You caught the word Lady, but not the term Mistress. There’s nothing to fear in me for you, I’m YOURS to command.”

I looked into those huge, burning green eyes. I couldn’t find a lie in them. That only made me shake harder…

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An Adventure…

Posted: March 10, 2012 in THOTS

I’ve got a massive black beast I call the Chief. Ok, he’s not that massive, but he’s like my consort, my partner in crime. His door is broken (The Chief is a Jeep,) and the other night I got to have the grand adventure of bringing him home with a door that wouldn’t shut. I have an unusual condition that causes my tendons to be loose, which is a good thing, ‘cause when he jerked at my arm, my shoulder slid right back into place.

The wind was cold, and mercifully not fierce while I took my old friend home. I even got so bold as to try to use my jumper cables to tie the door shut, which held, but not enough to keep from doing a bit of damage. Today I have knots running down into my spine, and from the front, into my left breast. It was worth it all. I forgot how exhilarating it is to ride with him. We bounce all over the place, and he protests, needing some love I don’t know how to give him yet, but we make it home.

He safely hauled myself, and almost all of my gear, despite being in bad shape. He did his job above and beyond, even though he was hesitant to start. Now he’s where he belongs, up in the mountains, amongst the bears and trees. Like his long haired mistress, we just fit up here in the frigid wild. I can see a small pond from my balcony, and I’ve fished it and others here. I like my sanctuary, something I used to think of as exile, but now?? Now it’s just what I need. I gather about me the things I can to help me move on, and begin this new, dangerous trek.

But I’m not doing it for me. I’m doing it for the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He’s only about 2+ feet tall, and 24 pounds, but he makes me want to leave him something he can be proud of. I want to teach him to fish, rather than just give him his fish. Now I have a pond less than 5 feet from our yard in which to do it. I’ll need a refresher course, it’s been a long time. But it’s not all lost, mostly just the tricky knots. This is for you, Kelly Logan. Your crazy metal mommy loves you!

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