Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

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Sue  Vincent  said :Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 22nd February and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback Here.  Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of  Sue’s post here.

summerhouse silhouetted against a dawn sky

She  came  around  the  side  of  the  summer house  to  find  him  waiting! The  relief  she  felt  was  impossible  to  measure. He  was  concerned,  did  anyone  see  her  leave, was  she followed. She  soothed  his  hair  and  told him  all  was safe  as  ever  she  had  been  careful.

It  was getting  harder  for  them  to meet  the  war was  encroaching  on  their lives  and  everyone  was  feeling  threatened  and  so  no one  was safe  from  prying  eyes. Their  eyes  met  in  the  darkling  of  the  late evening they  leaned  into  each other  to kiss. The  electricity  between  them  was visible. Running  his  hands  down  her  back  he  felt something  hot  and  wet…… Blood , he  withdrew  from  their  embrace  and  asked her  with  concern  how had  she been  wounded!

Hunters  she  said  as  she  crossed  the  mountain range  yesterday  evening  they  had  almost  caught her. Fear and  anger flashed  in her  eyes, she  was so brave  he loved  her  more  each  time  they  met.

Do  you  think , she  asked him would  their  two peoples  ever  come  to  a real peace. He looked her in  the eye and  said he had  no  answer. Time  pasted  and  they made  love  long  and  blissfully.

They were readying  to  leave  and  go  their  separate  ways  when  they  heard  a noise behind them in  a flash  she  turned  and  saw  torches  approaching . He  put his  finger  on  her  lips. My people  he  said, go ,go now he  whispered.

She  turned  and  ran  into  the  night  his  gazed after  her , as she  disappeared at  speed across  the valley. Not  a  second  too soon as  three  Vampires landed next  to  him!

There has  been a  sighting  of  a ware wolf   bitch  on  the  mountain  road they  told him.   Had  he  seen or  heard  anything they  asked.    Looking  them  straight  in  the  eyes  he  replied  yes  he  had  flown over  a  group  of  human  hunter’s  with  a  bitch  carcass on  their  sledge.

Fingers  tightly  crossed under  his  coat  he  bared his  fangs  at  the  lead  male. One  less  for us  to  worry  about   he  said . To  his  relief  they  all laughed  as  they  took off  north into  the  now  night  sky.

10 miles away to  the  south she  stopped  to lick  her  wounds, slowing  her  breath  to  almost  nothing  she  felt  for  the  tiny  life inside  her  , it  fluttered  it breathed…. to  the  gods of  the  the 5 races  what  would  this  she  was carrying  be . It  would  be loved!

 

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