Post by Darling Genveieve Primrose on Aug 2, 2012 1:15:04 GMT -7
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22. FEMALE. WEREWOLF. OPEN.
22. FEMALE. WEREWOLF. OPEN.
I can't remember a time when the shadows didn't talk to me. I was so young when it happened. So young when everything changed. When the universe showed me the light. Showed me the animal deep inside of me that men have forgotten like their ancestors bones. Lost in time. They sing songs to me, they speak to me and tell me all the secrets that man has forgotten. That the humans have forgotten. I am the wolf. I have the soul of the moon. The shadows and their words are the moons gift to me. The child prophet they have sent to the Earth to spread their message. That we have complicated the world with money and toys. We live in a land of shame and embarrassment. Humiliation exists. When we were all once creatures of the forest, running naked through the woods. Feeling the satisfaction of the kill, feeling the spirit of all life course through your veins as your body meets with another in a moment of unthinking. They have forgotten.
He hasn't. I was young when I met him. Lost, cold, and broken, he sees just like I do. The shadows don't speak to him. The world has given him no gift. He is simple. Human. Easily broken, I could bury my teeth in his flesh, rip his throat out so easily and feeling his warm blood on my face. But I don't. I am loyal to him. Who saved me from the darkness of the world, the world could have swallowed me up and no one would have noticed. But he saw. Knew that I saw the world differently. He has loved me ever since. I was young, too young when we first met. I see the looks they give us, I hear the whispers. I can smell their disgust, its more potent than the strongest perfume in my nostrils. But I can't bring myself to care. He rubs my hair while I nuzzle his lap, he gave me my name. I never had one until he found me. He called me Darling. And I became Darling Genevieve Primrose. He didn't chose me. I didn't choose him. The moon brought us together. Two kindred spirits brought together in a world so blind. He keeps me close, I hear them call me his pet. The way he strokes my head as if I were a dog in meetings. I don't care. I am his pet,I shower him with affection. I show him love in the ways I know. With my body, with kisses and rubbing. With nuzzling and wrapping myself in his arms. He loves me, and I think it makes him sad that I can't ever understand the kind of love he feels. For I it has been last with all the memory before what I am now. One night when he thought I wasn't awake he began to cry. It was almost a year after he had found me, and still I'd never spoken a word. I climbed on top of him, pinning him beneath me. I liked the tears from his face, the salt of his tears and skin tasted strangely primal on my tongue. I locked my eyes with his, pressing my tear salted lips to his and pulling away, "No. No tears."
He never makes me speak. He lets be explore and be the animal that I am. No shame and humility as I run naked through the woods on his estate. Where the shadows sing and the light touches my skin and I feel like Ever the way she should have been. Primal, instinctual, filled with want for her lovely Adam. And he is mine. .
He hasn't. I was young when I met him. Lost, cold, and broken, he sees just like I do. The shadows don't speak to him. The world has given him no gift. He is simple. Human. Easily broken, I could bury my teeth in his flesh, rip his throat out so easily and feeling his warm blood on my face. But I don't. I am loyal to him. Who saved me from the darkness of the world, the world could have swallowed me up and no one would have noticed. But he saw. Knew that I saw the world differently. He has loved me ever since. I was young, too young when we first met. I see the looks they give us, I hear the whispers. I can smell their disgust, its more potent than the strongest perfume in my nostrils. But I can't bring myself to care. He rubs my hair while I nuzzle his lap, he gave me my name. I never had one until he found me. He called me Darling. And I became Darling Genevieve Primrose. He didn't chose me. I didn't choose him. The moon brought us together. Two kindred spirits brought together in a world so blind. He keeps me close, I hear them call me his pet. The way he strokes my head as if I were a dog in meetings. I don't care. I am his pet,I shower him with affection. I show him love in the ways I know. With my body, with kisses and rubbing. With nuzzling and wrapping myself in his arms. He loves me, and I think it makes him sad that I can't ever understand the kind of love he feels. For I it has been last with all the memory before what I am now. One night when he thought I wasn't awake he began to cry. It was almost a year after he had found me, and still I'd never spoken a word. I climbed on top of him, pinning him beneath me. I liked the tears from his face, the salt of his tears and skin tasted strangely primal on my tongue. I locked my eyes with his, pressing my tear salted lips to his and pulling away, "No. No tears."
He never makes me speak. He lets be explore and be the animal that I am. No shame and humility as I run naked through the woods on his estate. Where the shadows sing and the light touches my skin and I feel like Ever the way she should have been. Primal, instinctual, filled with want for her lovely Adam. And he is mine. .
BEE - EVERYONE TALKS - kaya scodelario.
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