Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

This is  my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s #writephoto prompt.

​You have to 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 3rd May and link back to Sue’s post here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of that post.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.

Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf. 

After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving.  Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find  Mathew.

Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss.

So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.

Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.

Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing. 

Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast. 

She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle, the dolls house..

The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”

Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.

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Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. Shore.

This week’s #writephoto  from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo, is another beautiful beach and sea themed view and it is lovely as ever.

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The next morning the sun was high and clouds danced across the sky. The three women, each from different species wandered down to the shore. Some how a bond had formed between them.

Lisa announced she was in labour and had been most of the night. She wanted the sea’s rythmn to help with the birth of her child. Looking at the trench, nature had carved along the shore leading out to the sea she said she hoped her baby would flow out of her to sea and be embraced by nature.

Rachel was scared, she hid it well but she feared for Lisa and for herself. Fay found herself engrossed by the whole experience but her urge to feed was strong. Like the sea emotions swept over the women soaking them first then draining them. Lisa read Rachel and Fay’s thoughts, Rachel could sense Fay’s heightening agitation and told her to go as the next few hours would be more than her willpower could stand. 

Fay promised to return soon, she knew Rachel was right, she would not be able to resist the blood or the fresh smell of baby. For the first time in hundreds of years she did the right thing and left.

The child was born on the beach to the rythmn of the waves. The sun had moved round in the sky and it was late afternoon as Rachel helped Lisa along the trench to the sea to bathe herself and the baby. The child,  a girl screamed as the sea water was gentle dropped over her by loving hands.  Lisa held the baby to her breast, the child thrashed about for a seconds then latched on to its mother to feed.

Lisa, Rachel and the child returned to the house and Lisa bathed the baby again in warm water and wrapped her snuggly and put her into a basket of herds she had covered with a sheet. 

The warmth and the scent of the herbs  soothed the child and she lay quietly in her little bed. Lisa bathed then  lifted her to her breast again. ” Here my love ” she soothed ” feed and grow strong.”

Rachel left them she was exhausted by Lisa’s labour and also terrified as she had to go through this too. 

Standing at the top of the cliff by the old ruins she could see the whole of the beach, the deep trench was still visible. The sound of the sea in her ears and all the beauty before her and yet she felt lost alone and terrified.

Suddenly a pain grabbed her and her fear turned to terror as she realised she was now in labour. Immediately she morphed in to a wolf and made her way back to Lisa.

Lisa was ready for Rachel on her return she had a blanket ready . She settled Rachel down and spoke to her saying ” All will be well Rachel all will be well” though truth be told she knew it would not. She could not let Rachel know this.

All the while Lisa’s baby slept. Just before midnight the wolf cub  was born. Sadly it was dead, Lisa with all her skills could not revive the little female pup. She was beautiful, she had huge fangs were her canine teeth should of been.

Rachel was too ill to even know her child had died, she had bled profusely and Lisa had had to stitch her up and pack her womb with healing herbs. Rachel was lucky that Lisa was skilled in the ways of child birth, though she had never delivered a warewolf before.

As Rachel slept unaware of her loss Lisa stood on the shore with her babe in here arms…. “I shall call you Hope” she whispered. Little did she know how apt that name was.

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Sue Vincent’s,#Writephoto: Gold

This is the next episode of my on going story prompted each week by the photo on Sue Vincent’s blog Daily Echo.

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              Gold.

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach the sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. 

They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would of seen a pregnant woman and a large pregnant dog/ wolf.

Lisa told Rachel how her husband and been killed by Vampires in a raid about eight months ago. A week later she had discovered she was pregnant. Rachel asked if she hated the Vampires, because she did. Lisa replied that she hated the war more.

Lisa asked Rachel how she could be in love with Mathew if she hated Vampires. It was a trick question really because she had read Rachel’s mind and knew the answer. Rachel told her the truth and their bond grew stronger.

At midday Lisa and Rachel went to the village to get supplies, both were near their time (to give birth) so they had decided to stock up. As Lisa had warned Rachel the locals were afraid of her but they needed her. They showed their fear by avoiding the two and a few hurled insults at them. 

At one point a man spat at them and a woman shout out,”the pregnant bitch has found another pregnant bitch” Lisa ignored the insult but she saw Rachel slow up immediately she told her, “remember ordinary wolves don’t understand humans please ignore them”. Rachel obeyed Lisa and trotted on. They got their supplies and all who looked on would of just seen  the witch and her wolf as they walked home.

That evening they went to the beach to watch the sunset. Lisa marvelled a Rachel’s eyes.. they were the colour of the setting sun, gold. “What is it Rachel” Lisa asked as she watched the warewolf bristle and become alert. 

Rachel answered ” Quick we need to get back to the house now. I am certain that is not a bird on the horizon heading our way out of the sun. Get on my back Lisa I can carry you.” 

Lisa knew immediately  Rachel was right and did as she was told. Rachel ran across the beach carrying Lisa,they got into the house and lock all the doors and windows. 

They looked out at the last rays of the dying sun turn the sky was gold. They saw a lone Vampire circling the beach. 

“Thank you Rachel ” Lisa said. After she drew the curtains and lit fire Lisa hugged Rachel and the two slept soundly,Lisa resting on Rachel’s soft and warm fur.

Outside it was dark inside all was bathed in a glow of gold.

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Thursday Photo Prompt,#writephoto, Empty.

This is my entry to Sue Vincent of Daily Echo weekly #writephoto.

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This week’s prompt is Empty.

Rachel woke remembering the horror of Lisa’s dream. The feeling of unease she had experienced in her sleep was still with her. She padded over to check on Lisa who was standing at the sink looking out of the window.

Lisa looked at Rachel and stroked her,” do you mind if I treat you as a wolf” she asked silently, “yes I can speak to you by telepathy and you only need to think to answer me.”

“Ah”, replied Rachel, “like the Vampires, like my Mathew.” Lisa noded, she knew about Mathew having read Rachel’s thoughts.

They decided to take a walk to clear their heads after the bad night they had had. 

To all appearances a pregnant woman and a pregnant wolf walking along an empty beach. The sound of the waves crashing on to the beach soothed them both. Healing recent wounds. Both Rachel and Lisa grew closer linked now by their silent telepathy.

The sky was pale, the sea dark, the grass green, dark in the shade. The beach was empty, the wind was empty the two women’s hearts were empty. Alone on the empty beach, they were safe for for now.

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Thursday photo prompt.#writephoto. Deep.

This is my entry for #writephoto part of Sue Vincent’s​ of Daily Echo challenge. 

Rachel slept by the fire and for a while she felt safe and rested. The warmth of the fire made her sleep on longer than she intended. The cub inside slept too safe and cosy for now. 

Lisa had fallen into an uneasy sleep her unborn child lay heavily in her womb, restless and uneasy too. Lisa’s dreams were full of fierce mobs carrying torches and chanting “kill the witch.” She saw herself running,scared from the mob her child,born in the dream ,clutched to her chest.

As she ran she felt the stones and brambles cutting her bare feet and legs. She was aware she was bleeding from inside,hot blood running down her legs. 

Panic engulfed Lisa as she could feel the mob gaining on her. Faster she ran then suddenly she felt the ground give way beneath her feet as fell through a hidden opening covered by branches and leaves. 

As she fell Lisa screamed she was dashed and bashed against rocks and finally the floor of the cavern. She heard a cheer go up from the mob. They were baying like animals. Then she heard a man’s voice shout, “right, return to the village leave the witch and her bastard to die.”

Slowly Lisa’s eyes became accustomed to the light of the cavern. There was a reddish light about the cave and it was full of staligtites and staligmites, the floor was hard, she was hurt and freezing and there was no escape. Worst of all her baby’s limp broken body was cold and dead. Lisa knew there was not hope, if she did not die of her wounds the Vampires or the warewolves would finish her off.

Anger and pain filled and she screamed and screamed…

She was awoken by the she wolf nuzzling her.As she came to and got her breath the wolf morphed into a woman. Rachel took Lisa into her arms and let her cry until she slept again.

An hour later Lisa awoke and found Rachel still holding her. The white witch and the warewolf discussed Lisa’s dream. Through  tears Lisa told Rachel how the village people hated her, though they were glad enough to let her heal them when they chose. 

She wept for her baby until Rachel pointed out she was still pregnant and vivid as her dream had been it was just a dream.Rachel made them both some herbal tea, under Lisa’s instruction ) and reassured Lisa that she would protect her and the unborn child,and Lisa promised the same for Rachel and her’s

Later Lisa laid in her bed with Rachel curled up on floor by the fire in her wolf’s form, both females uneasy after Lisa’s dream.Lisa praying to Gia to help her and Rachel pleading to the moon that Mathew would seek them out. Both fearing that this was not a dream but a profecy.

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Thursday Photo prompt: Horizon #writephoto.

This is my entry for Sue  Vincent of Daily Echo ‘s #writephoto. We have to Use the image below to create a post on our own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 15th March and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of Sue’s post here

                 HORIZON

As Lisa settled Rachel onto a warm blanket and set about lighting the fire and preparing some food. Mathew stood on a beach watching the sun set. He was alone not just physically but mentally too. He wanted Rachel in his arms more than ever.

He thought back to when he saw her last, she had smelt different her scent, though always seductive was even more so! Looking out to the horizon , the setting sun, the colours in the sky,the glimmer on the sea, and he wept.

He was stunned by the feel of hot tears on his face. Wiping them away he was stunned,he had not cried in eons not since he had been turned infact.Nor had he felt mental pain or emotions, nothing until he had met Rachel. She had changed his existence.

It hurt, suddenly he could see this view as it really was he was feeling emotions, he was seeing colours. He opened his mouth and screamed. Nothing changed  the pain was still there the longing for Rachel and the beauty of moment it was all too much. 

Mathew fell to his knees and wept, then he saw the horizon and felt hope, something he had forgotten.

Meanwhile, Lisa had help Rachel tend her wounds, they had eaten and we’re sleeping. Rachel dreampt she was standing on a beach watching the sunset looking out to the horizon in Mathew’s arms. Lisa slept the sleep of the good and the innocent. What would the horizon hold.

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Thursday photo prompt – Spring #writephoto

This  part of  Sue Vincent of  Daily  Echo #writephoto  prompt.  It  is  part  three of  my  story  which  started  here with  the  Tryst here with  the  Tryst   and  continued  here with  the  Bridge

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As  she  rounded  the  corner  and  left  the  river  bank  she  could  see  the  young  human ,  heavily  pregnant  pinned  down  by a  female  Vampire! Anger  made  he  howl loudly, damn  she  though  so  much  for  surprise!

Luckily  the Vampire  was taken  by  surprise  and  let  go  of  the  girl, who  fell heavily  to  the  ground  and  cried  out. Swiftly  covering  the  ground  and leaping  at  the  Vampire, one  she had  never  seen  before , definitely  not  from  Mathew’s circle.  The  Vampire  opened  her  mouth  to  scream  but  had  the  wind  knocked out of  her as  the  Warewolf  hit  her  heavily  and  squarely  in  the  chest.

The  Vampire dug  her  long  red  nails into  the  Warewolf’s neck  and  lent  forward  to  suck  her  blood. The  Warewolf let  the  Vampire  become  intoxicated  on  a  some  of  her  blood and  as  she  watched saw  her  eyes  roll…immediately  she  went  for  her  pale  white  throat biting  deep  and hard.

Show  no  mercy  she  told  herself  they  would  show  you  none.Fighting  for  her  life, fighting  for  the  baby  she  carried  inside  her she  ripped  the  heart  out  of  the  Vampire, the taste of  dead  flesh  sickened  her  more  than  normal. As  soon a s  felt the  the  body  of  the Vampire  disintegrate  beneath her  paws  she  slowly  relaxed.

Feeling  tired , so  tired  she  could  not help  herself  from  morphing into  human shape. Her opponent dead  she  lay on  the  blood caked  grass exhausted.

The  young woman   crawled across  to  her  and  covered  her  with  her  shawl.   Two hours  passed  and  the  Warewolf  slept. The  young  woman  sat  and  watched  her.

As  she  woke  the  Warewolf came  face  to  face  with  the young  human.  The  girl  smiled  and  said “you  look as  far along  as  I  am ” sitting  up  the  Warewolf   snarled  at  the  woman  and  then  nodded  “yes” she  replied  I  am almost  ready  to  drop  my  cub. The  young  woman  said  she  was  almost  due  too.

The  human  said  they  should  not  stay  too long  here  as  it  was  getting  dark  and  late. She  said  her  name  was  Lisa  and  she  was  so grateful  to  the Warewolf for  saving her.

Lisa  looked into  the  Warewolfs’ eyes  and  asked  her  her name. After  a  long silence the  injured Warewolf replied  her  name  was Rachel.  Lisa  asked Rachel  were  was  she  staying  that  night , “under  the  bridge  ”  Rachel said. Lisa said  she  would  not  hear  of it  and  that  Rachel  must  come  back  with  her  to  her  house. Rachel  tried to  argue  but  Lisa  was more  than  a match  for her! Come on  she  said  getting  up. Then  stopping  dead  she  turned  and  said  you  cannot  travel  like  that , trying  not  to look at Rachel’s  nakedness.

“You are  right” Rachel  agreed “this  form  will not  bare  me,  the  cub is  heavy  and  my  injuries  are painful.” Looking  at  Lisa  she  said  ” I  swear  I  shall  not  hurt  you  I  am  going  to  change. ” With  that  she  changed  into  a huge  wolf.  Lisa  looked  at  her  with  admiration  and  whispered ” You  are  the  most  beautiful   wolf  I  have  ever  seen!”

The  pregnant  human  and  the  pregnant  wolf  walked  together  towards  the  setting  sun  and  Lisa’s  house. The  light  had  almost  gone  by  the  time  they  reached  Lisa’s dwelling. Rachel  stopped  by  the  spring  in  Lisa’s  garden  and  lapped  greedily  of  the  water. I shall make  you  some  tea  to  drink  Lisa  said , Rachel  turned  her  beautiful  eyes  towards  Lisa  and  Lisa   knew  instinctively what  Rachel  was  thinking.

“Okay , Rachel I understand  , you  stay  wolf “Lisa  could  not  help  but  stroke  Rachel’s  sleek  coat. ” I  do live  alone  but  you  you  do  look  more  comfortable  like  that. ” OH! cried  Lisa ” you are  bleeding  let  me  bathe  your  wound  , my  spring  has  healing   powers, yes  it  does  ” Lisa  assured  Rachel  who  was  now looking  at  her  a  thousand  questions  in  her  eyes. ” How  do I know, well  they  call me  the  witch”  Rachel  shifted on  her  paws , Lisa  stroked  her  again, “please  don’t  mistrust  me  I  am a  white  witch.”

Rachel  and  Lisa  looked  at  each other  and  each  knew  they  could  trust each other.

 

 

 

 

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