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Life Waits for No Man

©Keith David 2010 ©Virginia Alison 2010

V...the setting sun brought a chill to the air and although the fire blazed, it brought her little warmth. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders, the night would be long, and already she could hear the wolf, seeking fresh blood, searching the forest for a kill. Allowing herself to gaze to the mountains she smiled, her ancestors had roamed these woods and tonight they would guide her...

 

K...along her path, in a spiritual journey of growth and enlightenment. Reaching into the small leather pouch for the morsels she so carefully picked earlier that day, she tastes their bitterness and felt her mortal skin revolt against the power they contain. Curled and retching, her body lies next to the fire as her spirit becomes free. Lights and colours spin in her mind and the voices begin speaking clearly. A vision appears before her of...

 

V...darkness from many moons ago. The ancient ones from the mountains speak. The black wolf shows itself. Golden eyes shine through the black, wavering before her eyes, she knows that there will be pain; there will be suffering afore the night is through and steels her body for what is to come. Slowly, the shimmering apparition approaches and her body convulses as a tendril of luminescent vapour curls and twists from her solar plexus, seeking the path that will lead her to the enigma that the earth must give up for her this night. The vapour finds the portal it seeks as the wolf opens its jaws and howls at the moon, she feels herself slipping away as....

 

 

K… her spirit now released from mortal confines, freed to journey in ethereal realms. A bright warm light brings peace and beckons her soul, which draws her slowly towards the radiant beauty. Glancing back, she sees her body lying still by the fire, but there is no fear, no trepidation. The light begins to surround her, engulfing her, serenity and love overtakes her being. At that moment, she is ripped away from the light, pulled into chilling darkness as a voice whispers, “Not yet, you’re needed here, there is more to learn.” Feeling the presence of her ancestors calms her fear as they begin to guide her spirit along…

 

V...the path towards the knowledge that is rightfully hers. The wolf howls again his eyes glowing like embers in the night as he feels the spirits running deep within the confines of his body. The ancient ones feel her resistance to the union that is to come, they sooth her soul, they know the pain that will come as the two unite for this black hour. The forest comes alive for her as they meld into one, she can taste the air, she can see within the dark and she can smell the blood. Her spirit is sucked into the spinning vortex as through his gaping jaws she plunges, her sinews scream with the pain, disorientated with the sweet agony as her spirit feels the blood pumping through the veins of the animal that will take her......

 

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…into the night. The ancestors know this primal ride will enlighten her soul, but her spirit fights against the confusion and pain. She cries out to the moon in a long and lonely howl echoing in the still night. Overcome with hunger and bloodlust, instinct takes over and the pry comes slowly into focus. Advancing gingerly in a low crouch she feels at one with the forest, not in it, but of it. Bristled hair stands straight along her back warning of the impending kill, yet the prey lie still and unsuspecting. Watching from within the trees, the elders wait for the moment of knowledge as she…

 

V….feels her way. Her feet padding silently along the forest floor, the essence of the earth oozing up through the bracken, she is at one with all living creatures. Silence permeates the dank, dark woods, the mist is on the rise and it clings to her black coat, swirling around her purposeful movements. She stops, raises her head and sniffs, the smell invading her senses. She raises a paw, hesitates, the scent has changed, fear, she smells fear, and he has sensed her presence. The earth, for a split second, stops, she waits, the hunter feels the stags heart beat thrumming through the ground, resonating through her soul, blood thunders in her ears as she melds into the forest afore making her move. The elders watch, wait, the night is young and she must watch the sunrise with new eyes or life will be lost. Hunger gnaws at her belly as she….

 

K…calculates her attack, knowing to wait might leave her weak and hungry. The raw and primitive smell of fear fuels her hunger. Making the final, silent advance, she creeps low on her belly just inches closer to the wary pry. Sensing something amiss, the stags head raised as it sniffs and blows in the air, warning the herd of possible danger. She can wait no longer, leaping like a missile of pure muscle and teeth, she charges. Bounding to the left then right, in an attempt to dodge her advance, the stag takes off likes a dart through the thick forest. Watching from above, the elders witness the dance of hunter and hunted, choreographed through the eons of time. With blinding speed and precision, she cuts corners on her chase, closing the distance to her prey she…

 

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...feels the adrenaline seep into her veins. Her eyes never leaving the stag her muscles tighten and she surges forward with one final bound her front paws leave the ground and as if in slow motion, she bares her fangs and sinks them deep into the stag’s throat. The blood fills her mouth, deep red, the sweet taste of life spurting down into her belly as she brings the majestic beast to his knees, empyrean pleasure consuming her, taking her to a climax like the one she has never known. Struggling for release only brings about the stags demise quicker, and as his eyes glaze over the life force flows into her. Slowly releasing the death grip, the sanguine fluid flows freely onto the ground. She can still hear the heart beat, slowing now, the pain in her belly gnawing at her, a slight revulsion sweeps through her and the elders wait, the test has just begun will she...

 

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…waits for the last vestiges of his life to fill her soul. Panting wildly from the chase, the limp carcass lies at her feet, its blood spilling slowly across the damp brown leaves below. Alive as if never before, she praises the moon and stars with a long powerful howl. Satiating primal needs, she begins to tear flesh from limb as the iron sweet tissue fills her belly. This gift to her from the ancients lights such basal and primordial instinct in her soul, touching the very core of her being with knowledge. Feeding hungrily, for a moment she is oblivious to the crowd gathering around her. Her lust call ranging through the trees echoed from the valleys to the mountains, far into the night. They hear, and come to her. The elders watch the scene unfolding below, hoping she is ready for the final test as…

 

V...the clan gathers for the feast. The black wolf picks up the scent of the female, young, ripe ready for the taking. Inside turmoil reigns as the young girl’s spirit, readies itself to be re-born. The female waits patiently as the male circles her, sniffing, ending up muzzle to muzzle. She looks into his eyes, she is the chosen alpha, only thirteen moons of age, she is strong and their mating will be blessed as has been foretold. He circles once more and as he mounts her he feels the essence of the young girl rush to his loins, with one thrust he hears the scream of the she wolf and his seed is sent forth on its journey and with it he relinquishes the girls spirit which metamorphoses deep within the chosen ones womb. The clan howl in unison knowing that...

 

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…their needs have been met. With fresh kill in their belly, a new age will be born unto them, and survival assured. Her soul transformed from primal hunter, through raw primitive sex into a tender pup in its mother’s womb, the cycle of life has been complete. Death gives life and the elders watch as the lessons come to pass. Her spirit is strong and radiates from within in shining gold and amber hues for only them to see. The aura of a Goddess, a Queen in birth, they pull her away from the she wolf’s belly. The pain rips through her being; her body lying by the campfire convulses and moans deeply as these tortures play upon her. Holding her gently within their energies, the ancestors of old guide and soothe her spirit back to her mortal trapping. As her, and she reclaims the earthly presence, her….

 

V...eyes flicker open, she is shivering uncontrollably, her mind races with visions she cannot understand but takes comfort from them. The golden orb is rising in the sky waiting to give its life to those below and as the deep blue sky is touched with an amber hue, she struggles to her knees and bows her head in homage to those who went before her. She knows she must complete the cycle, though she knows not why and takes the small skin purse from the belt that is tied around her waist.' Ashes to ashes, dust to dust' rings through her ears as she picks up some earth from beside her and places it in the bag, adding some ash from the dying embers she ties the purse at the top and hooks it back onto her belt. Rising to her feet her body is flooded with images of distant lands, turning as she hears nights final howl urging her along her path to her destiny she looks again at the sun, feeling its warmth as she leaves her youthful past behind. The Elders whisper to her as she starts her journey ' returning the earth from whence it came will bring you home, go now, ‘life waits for no man’...