TAMAJACYTALA: Thunder Moon Wolf in blackfoot
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A little aboute my self ...
I stand 6 foot tall have light brown hair and blue /gray eyes, I have 20 tat's I'm just a fun loveing Southren Biker Babe with the heart and soul of A wolve.
If you want to know more just ask I don't bite...Hard that is unless your in to that lol.
Yes Master
I sat and waited to hear his commands
as if he were my dictator and not my
friend.
He watched as my eyes filled with water
and my body cringed at his every
hollar. I cried many tears for the
stress he caused over what felt like
years.
I followed his orders as if I had a
choice realizing that with him I had
no voice. So to be heard became
absurd.
I just listened and took note to
his every word.
This is my MASTER You may know him on here as Ivan Hess, I am his Pet, his Proector his slave.
I obay him only, for his word is law.
I WILL PROCET HIM WITH MY LIFE TILL MY DIEING BREATH.
SO IF YOU ENJOY LIVEING AND BREATHING.........
YOU WILL NOT HARM HIM IN ANYWAY
AND YES THIS BITCH BITES!!!!!
Submission
I kneel, supplicant before you
my will
offered up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting your approval
or reproach
the fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with your control
with every touch, kiss, word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
I quiver
captured by heat and hunger
bend me to your will
My Lord
show me what you most desire
my purpose but to serve
through your dominion I find myself
You, the Master of many
my only
I am wolf....
running through the trees.
Following the scents,
on the midnight breeze.
I am a wolf,
howling beneath a silver moon.
Hoping that my loyal pack,
will answer back quite soon.
I am a wolf,
standing with my beautiful mate.
We must stand strong and brave,
and face any challenges we meet.
I am a wolf,
Hunting with my pack.
With the young and the old wolves waiting,
for meat to be brought back.
I am a wolf,
and I must kill to survive.
But isn't that something we all must do,
in order to stay alive?
I am a wolf,
withstanding man's fear and hate.
But many have come to love wolves,
and for us that's quite a treat.
I am a wolf,
wild, fierce and free.
Living in forests and mountains,
stretching as far as the eye can see.
I am a wolf,
I'd never want to be anything more.
And I hope that even after I'm gone,
there will be wolves forevermore.
Werewolf Tag
Running through the woods on a dark a stormy night.
The clouds try and nearly succeed to cover the full moon.
A chilling sound breaks through the almost silent night.
A howl follows close behind me.
I run faster than I thought possible.
It is not enough for I hear it coming closer.
I am running out of breath and losing strength fast.
I stop to catch my breath and to face the creature alone.
The creature comes charging at me until I put my hand up.
The creature shoves its nose into my stomach and then runs off into the night as I fall to the ground.
I get off the ground laughing and yell to the wind.
Tag I’m it and now I’m coming to get you.
The changes come as I begin running.
A howl breaks through the almost silent night.
Confessions of a Silver Moon
Foul beasts that howl to moon at night,
be wary and quick on your moonlit flight.
The hunter now hunted for human's misunderstanding,
by the pale silver bullet, painful and searing.
At dawn's first light revealed,
pelt shed, replaced by human and so concealed,
the dreaded animal at bay.
Continue with your life while sun lights the day.
Until next night when brute inside breaks loose.
Man of flesh beware sting of claw and tooth.
The stalker running with his pack,
the fur has bristled upon his back.
And there he stops; spotted human in his sight.
I stand alone, undaunted by his might.
He tilts his head back and howls his tune.
I listen in awe, his prayer to the Goddess Moon.
I adore his thick grey sheen.
How could they be portrayed so mean?
Finished, our eyes do meet.
Deep within his yellow glare is gentle and sweet.
He bounds away into the night.
Obviously his bark was worse than his bite.
I long to see him the next moon,
long to kiss his lips and be with him...soon.
The wolves are coming...
Their feet are falling on forgotten paths,
their long-lost voices are filling the sky.
While their yellow eyes cut through the night;
they leave their tracks on the muddy riversides.
The wolves are coming...
The forest whispers of their return,
of their attempt to restore themselves in Creation,
to weave themselves back into the web of life
that connects all living things.
The wolves are coming...
Their teeth are seeking out their pray tonight,
and they will leave blood and bones scattered in their wake.
Yet meat is what they need, so on meat they must feed.
The wolves are coming...
Some of us will greet them with traps and bullets,
others with songs and drums,
Some will say, "Welcome home brother."
others will say, "Be gone killer!"
The wolves are coming...
Some of them will come alone, others will come in packs.
Gray wolves, black wolves, brown wolves, silver wolves,
even white wolves, all coming back,
back to the lands they once roamed.
The wolves are coming...
Some of us will like it, some of us will not.
Some of us will stalk them with cameras,
and others will stalk them with guns.
And then we tremble when they stalk us.
The wolves are coming...
They are clothed in mystery and majesty,
surrounded by our love and hate.
They wander through our thoughts and dreams,
and they appear in our stories and legends.
The wolves are coming...
Their young will play in the meadows,
the old ones will doze in the sun,
and the alphas will watch over them both,
for they are not just a pack, but a family.
The wolves are coming...
Now their howls are echoing in the mountains,
carried by the cold winds down into our logging camps,
our real estate developments, our cities,
and our delusions of conquest.
The wolves are coming...
I'm proected by..........................................
