Happy Halloween 2011 Folks!!

This is one of my most favorite days of the year. Even more than Christmas. This is when the dark and the dangerous come out to play and my mind where none dare to tread opens up to all possibilities and exposure to the damned, the fallen, the spirits and the demons :winks: Below is the mask I made to wear tomorrow and it took all my hard work to prefect it. You can pretty much guess by that what I'll be. Tell me what you will be on all Hallows Eve? Do tell!

 Here's a l'il scary poem treat but one of my favs:

“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'T is some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before:
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.
" 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
That it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer,
"Sir, " said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore:
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" here I opened wide the door-
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering fearing.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to  dream before:
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"-
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore-
'T is the wind an nothing more!"

Open here i flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just a bove my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpoor.
Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utteres is it only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore 
Of 'Never nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door,
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking, "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er
But whose velvet-violet lining with lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God has lent thee by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite respite the nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird of devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whatever tempest tossed thee ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore -
Is  there -- is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird of devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore!

A Special Day

Today marks a special day on the calender here at my home for two people very dear to my heart. It's my 'rents BIG 40th. I could never fathom to ever reach that many years with one person and going by the age I'm already at now? It'll never happen in this lifetime. When I think over the years how much they've been through together all those years I'm in complete awe that they are still together and with me now in order for me to congratulate them. You hear about so many divorces and break-ups, years wasted that looking at them both makes it seems all too easy to make it to where they're at now. 

So... from my sis and I and all three of their grandchildren there's only one thing to say to them both:

Forty years together you have loved,
Opening a door to love each other.
Romantic hearts bequeath a harmony
That proves more rich than any life might prove.
Years pour like water rapidly downstream,
Yielding harvests gleaned in fields to come,
Each waiting for the heart to bring it home,
Accumulating in an undreamt dream.
Rejoice, then, in a beauty never gone,
Sustained by songs more sweet because passed on.

Happy 40th Ruby Anniversary!

Groups Part II

They say that a good author can write any sex of character, age or even the type such as human or paranormal and over the last 9 years of writing I've covered all those bases. Why did I never get published? Why should I? It's a form of recreational therapy for me and relief from everyday reality. Now, some of you asked for a little piece of Isis and believe me when I tell you how rough it was back in the day when I first started to write, it's no blag. This is a chapter you can enjoy that was written back in 2005. The setting: A tropical island with Isis' Guardian Ashriel and the little girl child, abandoned in the streets which Isis took into her fold and adopted, named Breanna.

 

Isis became alert before it registered what he'd just said to her, her eyes narrowed as she turned to look up at the sky, her face shining with moisture. "Something wicked this way comes."

The wind drastically shifted direction. A light mist of rain began to fall and the waves once calm began to get choppy, beating against the shore. The winds gusted sand squalls filling the air along the beach.

Ashriel realizing her distraction, then followed suite by looking in the direction in which she looked to see the dark clouds swiftly moving overhead. He closed his eyes, trying to guess how far away the storm was before it reached them. His eyes snapped open "We take shelter now!" his tone firm and insistent. No one knew his island better than he did.

Breanna put her hands together in silent prayer. Ashriel jumped out of the water, scooped Breanna up and ran, Isis at their heels following.

"Where will we take shelter from the storm?"

"Back to the cabin. It will hold in this storm." So he hoped.

They shouted to each other above the winds.

Lighting streaked the sky, thunder rumbled in the distance causing Breanna to jolt at the sound and squealed. Looking like a bad storm approaching Isis decided now would be a better time than any to speed up their way back.

Isis fell once, twice, her wet leather clothing complicating her ability to keep up. She grunted in frustration.

Ashriel turned on the third time she tripped, reared back, and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him. Once they reached home base he jumped the steps, taking them two at a time. "Come on." He pushed on the front door forcing the entry open. Once inside Ashriel rolled back the living room carpet revealing the trap door beneath it leading into the cellar. Grabbing the metal ring he pulled it up to open. Half turning while holding Breanna he motioned to Isis, "Jump down."

"What's down there?" in that moment a branch from a nearby tree flew in through the window. The glass shattered causing Breanna to scream as shards flew everywhere.

"Into the cellar now! Ask questions later." He hollered above the fury of the winds.

He didn't have to tell her twice. She jumped down the hole like her ass was on fire, Ashriel right behind her holding Breanna.

Breanna wiggled out of Ashriel's hold to run over to Isis. Breanna held her tight around the legs. So tight she couldn't move a step. "She, we are soaked and she's scared. What's going on up there?"

"Just your average tropical storm." He spoke casually. Not to alarm her or Breanna.

"These storms, they happen frequently?"

"Nope"

She lingered a little longer to listen to the sounds before she probed further. "How long does a storm like this last?"

Only then did Ashriel turn away inspecting the room they were in. "A few days maybe." He shrugged his shoulders.

"A FEW GODDAMNED FUCKIN DAYS!?!" she yelled at the top of her lungs above the howls of the wind. "Holy mother of Gods we're gonna die down here!" She pulled the child away from her legs, setting her
aside.

She was sounding hysterical. Was he going to have to slap her to snap her out of it? She'll have Breanna all worked up. "Calm down Goddess. We have more than enough provisions and supplies here to last us for weeks if need be." Her eyes had a wild look about them. He'd never seen her so out of control. Two females and he didn't have a clue in Hell what to do to bring the situation under control.

"I can't calm down, Guardian. You don't understand." Her hands flew in the air taking on different directions as she spoke and began to pace the small span of the room.

"You need too." His look reminding her they weren't alone.

"Calm down! Calm down!" she repeated. "How can you say that?" Isis began rambling incoherently.

Isis was beginning to make his head spin, watching her go from one end of the room to another. Breanna held firm onto her pant leg tagging along as of this was some game of follow the leader. Isis wasn't even taking notice of the child toggling along with her. He exhaled deeply thinking on his next move.

Isis stopped abruptly in mid-step, Breanna's little body slamming into her leg; she looked down, "Well, well what do I see but a little mouse following me." One eyebrow cocked she eyed the child.

Good a distraction and just what he needed. "Listen. You're both wet and forgetting mini Goddess here is human she'll catch pneumonia if we don't get her out of those wet clothes." Ashriel went to an antique oak chest leaning up against a wall nearby, taking out a couple of large fluffy towels. Holding one open, he beckoned for Breanna to come too him so he'd be able to dry her off. "I have one for you as well, Goddess."

Isis took the towel, stood there arms folded and waited. "Well?" Isis turned her finger in a circular motion to Ashriel. "Turn"

Breanna looking up at Isis then looked to him, with her tiny finger did the same. "Ashri turn."

He shook his head. This was going to be one very long storm. "I give. Take your time both of you while I check things out." Ashriel smiled as he passed them both heading into an adjoining room.

Once out of eyesight Isis bent down to Breanna, "Hands up." She put her small arms high up in the air, then Isis pulled her dress up over her head and wrapped her snug into the folds of the towel. "My turn." Isis peeled off her leather halter, then her pants which she struggled with cause they clung to her body like a rubber glove.

After wrapping the towel around under her arms and tucking it in tight she sat on the edge of a small cot and took off her boots. The water still in them dripped out leaving a little puddle on the floor. This didn't concern her. Her main concern was how long they'd be down here and within such close confines and with an egotistical male her nerves would begin to shatter.

Breanna's eyes drooped and she let out a yawn. Her tiny feet padded across the floor leading up to the other cot in the room to hop up on it and lay down there. Isis watched her. She looked around the room to note that there were only these two cots. She sat on one and Breanna cozied up and resumed her prayers on the other. Just bloody peachy! She thought. Screw him if he thinks he's sharing this one with me. He can go cuddle up with the kid.

Isis turned to face his figure emerging from the shadows. Before she could get a word out edgewise, from a room somewhere up top, came a crashing sound. Isis jumped, Ashriel halted, listening with concern. Breanna squealed.

"Holy shit we're all going to get buried alive down here!"

Ashriel noticed that she just blurts out what comes to her mind, ninety-five percent of the time. Though he knew that, she was giving herself too much credit, making that ninety-nine point nine percent instead.

The floor boards creaked above their heads as the roar of the wind churned tornadoes continued above them. The storm was worse than he'd thought. Probably now hitting a five on the scale.

To be buried down here alive would prove fatal to Breanna since she didn't have any powers to help her. Ashriel kept faith that this was one storm that would be merciful on them. "I brought you a T-shirt and tracks to change into and one of my T's might be a little large but will cover Breanna just fine."

That momentarily took everyone's mind off the storm and Ashriel turned around as he was made to do before, to allow Isis a sense of privacy to slip on the clothing he offered and change Breanna as well. He turned back when they had finished, but couldn't help smirking. The look of his over-sized clothes on her slender frame hung loosely, made it quite humorous.

"Not quite what I'm used to, but it will do I guess." She was shaking all over. Breanna plopped on to the bed, praying more vigorously than before.

Ashriel looked at Isis more closely. The expression in her eyes was near panic. "Take my hand."

Her eyes were wide. "Why?"

"It'll make you feel better."

"Get the fuck out of my way." She nudged him with her elbow pushing past him. "You're cramping my style"

How long they had known each other and still no change. He would have preferred riding the storm just about now than her spitfire attitude. Opening a small fridge door, Ashriel took out a Pepsi and took a long drink "Want one?"

"I'll pass." She had been tense, now she was a little more panic stricken. "You're quite mild for someone who tore up and sought revenge on those that destroyed your family, changing your whole outlook on life."

"I took anger management." Where did she get this knowledge of him? He had not revealed the slightest of details pertaining to his past to her. That son of a she-demon Anubis must have let it slip. He'd challenge him on it when they next met.

"Yah and I studied to become the flying nun." She just knew it! He took satisfaction in their fear. Even if she wanted, she would never accept his presence. A crashing sound cut her thoughts short. "Can't you cast a spell? Or something!" She questioned his abilities. She fought to shut her brain off. Not possible.

"Do I look like a magician to you? Wrong era." And then there was that devilish smile she couldn't dismiss. "You can't fight mother nature." He crossed his arms. "It is no secret that there are forces, powers beyond our own. The Gods are prime example. We know of their existence, mortals do not."

"Gee and I thought you knew everything."

He'd let that smart remark slide…this time, turned to look at Breanna. "I think it's time for bed, little girl."

"No! Not tired." She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"I beg to differ, little Goddess." This whole evening had taken its toll on him and he was feeling the strains of it himself. Ashriel tucked the pouting Breanna under the blankets on her cot then sat down on the floor, stretching out his long lanky legs between the two beds where he could better keep an eye on them both.

"Nighty Ashri." She said sleepily.

"Good night little Goddess." He answered. Resting his head back he closed his eyes. Slowly, he drifted off himself in spite of the howling winds.

*****

After a restless night, Ashriel sleepily pushed himself up, wanting Isis to know he was awake. In front of his face was a pair of feet. They were beautiful, petite and slender, with black varnish ornamenting the nails. How would she react if he grabbed one of those toes? More than likely the lethal foot attached to those toes would kick him square in the jaw with his luck.

He risked a glance upwards. He imagined those legs beneath the tracks she wore. He bet they could straddle him nicely and that ass! One cheek fitting firmly in the palm of each hand as he….. Demons of Hell! He was going to be damned for his eternity if he didn't cut her out of his thoughts this way.  

He squeezed his eyes shut tight to clear his wild imaginings. It was when he opened his eyes again, did he then take notice of her eyes wide open staring back at him. Had she known he was undressing her with his eyes? Yup, he was now screwed and tattooed to rot in the bowels of Hell.

"Although there are quite a few evils in the world like daimons that feed on souls to sustain them. That's when they run into trouble. Why? Because it makes you an asshole and then you die." She spoke without concern. "You don't have to be a daimon to be an asshole and die." She warned.

"No one could ever touch you the way I would Goddess." In a voice low and husky he spoke to her. "I promise I won't bite." The lighting flickered on and off and the moment was lost.

"Once you bite me, I'll bite back twice as hard." She winced thinking they'd lose all power, tossing them into total darkness.

He looked hopeful, "Is that a yes?" he said, his eyes searching hers. He loved the sparkle in them.

Isis grabbed hold of the pillow beneath her head, lifted it and whipped it at him, hitting him on the side of the head. "Dream on!"

Ashriel's hope now crushed, he would not give in to defeat. One day he would melt the ice that filled those veins.

A little giggle came from under the blanket next to him. "I think a certain someone is awake." Ashriel reached over and began tickling her. Breanna threw the blanket back laughing. She jumped up, leapt over Ashriel and landed on the bed with Isis.

"Nah, nah, nah....nah, nah....nah." Breanna wiggled her bum teasingly.

Isis watched the scene and laughed to herself.

"I get it. Two against one is it?" Ashriel scrambled to his knees, grabbing Breanna in one arm, Isis with the other and began tickling them both.

They all laughed together till Ashriel abruptly stopped. "You hear that?" he asked.

Isis pushed her messed up hair away from her face, then made an attempt to regain her composure. She bet she looked a mess. "What, Guardian?"

"That's my point. The what." His smile gleamed at them both. "It's too quiet. Meaning the storm has kicked."

They all cocked their heads to an angle and listened. Isis couldn't contain herself "FINALLY" she burst out and Breanna began to dance around.

While they enjoyed their moment of celebration, Ashriel got up and stalked over to the door that would get them out of the cellar and back upstairs. Using the palms of his hands, he pushed with force upwards
to open the hatchet, but it wouldn't budge. He pushed harder this time but still it wouldn't give. He had to wonder if the force of the storm had caved the house to crash down on them and sealed their fate into being confined to this cellar.

Isis watched Ashriel trying to get the door open. The realization that he was struggling, had her heart skip a few beats. She paled in comparison to the tone she had already. "Don't you even dare think about telling us we're stuck down here." slowly she climbed off the bed, coming to her full height.

A lumped formed in his throat that wouldn't swallow down. He muffled oaths he was going to choke on.  

He wasn't sure what they had to contend with up there from the aftermath of the storm. Down here Isis was gradually losing control again. Ok think Ashriel, think. He thought to himself.

"What's the verdict? Are we getting out of here?"

Ashriel's fingers pressed to his forehead in thought, eyes closed, "Ssshhh I'm thinking." one eye opened to peer at her.

"Ssh my ass! Blow the damn thing open." she huffed.

"You're not helping here Goddess. For the record I’m not the big bad wolf. That’s another species entirely."

"Heaven on earth we are half Gods. Why don't we just blow it to smithereens?"

"And risk everything up there to come tumbling down on us?" What was she thinking? "It's not like I can take the God part of me, shimmer it up and blow the debris off the door leading to freedom." Then he smiled.

"Glad you found that amusing, Oh mighty Guardian." Isis crossed her arms, not the least bit amused.

His smile became wider. "Not sure on the time frame, Goddess, but there may be a way." Ashriel moved his eyes, not his head, looking across the room at Isis. "A few moments of silence are all I need. Think you can do that for me?" Isis complied with his wishes and nodded. Ashriel looked down at Breanna who stood beside Isis and nodded as well.

"Good." He closed his eyes and resumed his chant. Isis listened, wondering what language he spoke. It all sounded very foreign to her. 

Within moments from above them there came sounds; something…someone moving. Isis stiffened. "Ashriel...."

"I know. My summons has been answered."

Isis stared at him blankly. Who or what did he call to aid them? She guessed she'd soon find out.

Anubis turned to his minions when they had reached the dwellings of Ashriel, Isis and Breanna. Ashriel's summon for assistance heard loud and clear, brought to his immediate attention, he rounded up five of his demons and headed to them. The sight greeting him was not nearest to what he had thought.

The house was in complete, utter shambles. The framing stood up- right, the front half only, although the roof had completely caved in. Still very late into the evening hours and completely pitch black the night, he was able to assess the work cut out to the group which stood by in wait of his orders.

Anubis turned to eye them all. "We search for them. Be careful not to cause further downfall of the house." Then did he note their appearance. "Transform yourselves. There is a human child down there that the sights of the likes of you all will have her traumatized for a lifetime."

In unison they compiled their strengths removing the tiles broken into shreds inside the domain of Ashriel's home. Several pieces removed moments later uncovered the door in the floor to where they had taken safety. Anubis pulled it up to reveal a pissed off Goddess, Ashriel with a great sense of relief on his face and a
bright eyed little girl looking up at him from down below. The five demons crowded around, looking down on them as well.

"Howdy folks" He tried at his sense of humor to change the mood. It failed. The mood didn't change and none replied.

"Mika" he looked over at one of his demons. "The child first and then the Goddess. Sorry Guardian you're last."

"Fine with me" Ashriel bent down and picked up Breanna, handing her to Mika who in turn handed her laughing and giggling over to Anubis.

She hugged Anubis, and held him tight. "Hello sweetheart. Missed me?" She nodded. He was taken back when she in turn kissed him on the check. It was proof that the devil did indeed have a sense of humor.

Ashriel looked at Isis, "Your turn."

Isis went over to Ashriel but before he could lift her up she looked at him. "And YOU watch where you're putting those hands."

He chuckled. Before she could make another fuss he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up to Mika's reaching hands and was pulled up to the clearing.

"Take our hands, Ashriel." Mika spoke along with another demon. Ashriel jumped up grabbing hold of their hands. He too was pulled up and out of the cellar.

"My Lord," he turned to Anubis. "How can I thank you?"

"Anubis, I thank you as well. I am very grateful." Isis meant
every word.

"You have kept them all safe. That will suffice." The child started pinching his cheeks in an attempt to get his attention. "I'll take her away from here while you and my….men get started. Isis care to join us?"

"Huh?" she had been momentarily distracted by inspecting the severity of the storms damage. "No you go ahead, Anubis." She turned to Ashriel. "What can I do?"

"You can sit you're pretty little hinny over there and play foreman or," he suggested "Go join Anubis and Breanna."

Isis snorted in annoyance. "Fine" she didn't argue. "But my weapon is hidden in there somewhere and I need to find it."

He looked at her. "If it's there we'll find it, Goddess."

Isis sat on a wooden stump. Ashriel kept working along with Anubis demons, making the necessary repairs needed to his home. The night was that warm that Ashriel took off his shirt. Sweat glistened on his chest and his back. Oh how she wanted to touch him even more than before. Her eyes cast a faraway dreamy look.

They crossed the fallen planks, heading for where the bedrooms had been. The damage was worse there; it must have been where the tornado actually struck. They sifted among the debris, working there for hours. Ashriel returned to her from behind the house carrying her bow and arrows.

It seemed more like days than hours before the house finally was erected into resembling a home. "You've found it!"

"Uh huh." He was pleased with himself.

She took the weapon from his hands, reached up and hugged him, her hand feeling the sweat on his back.

"We have finished. We can leave anytime you like." Mika addressed Ashriel.

"You're done already?" Isis was astonished. It had only taken them till the break of dawn to resurrect the home they shared.

They bowed their heads to Isis, showing respect. "We never sleep."

"I must commend you all on a job well done."

Ashriel seemed offended. "What about me or do I get special thanks later on?"

"Thanking them also included YOU!"

He started to say something; caught himself. He looked like a little boy with a high school crush. He gave her instead that smile you'd get from the boy next door.

Ashriel came up from behind, put an arm around her waist. "Well, what do you think? Almost as good as new."

"Almost."

Isis hadn't realized she had leaned into him while she looked at the house. It now looked as if the storm hadn't happened hadn't touched it in any way. Ashriel looked over her shoulder as she admired the place.

"Stop looking so smug." she turned and walked away from the group, leaving Ashriel staring at her with a puzzled look on his face.

He turned to the group of five and quietly exchanging words with them while Isis with Breanna in tow went into the house. Ashriel advised them they would be well rewarded and recognized for coming to their aid. Relieving them of their duties, they parted ways as he strode into the house to join Isis.

He barely reached the threshold while Isis voice yelled, "ASHRIEL!"

Not a call of distress he'd heard. Sounded more like an `I'm really pissed' did he dare go instead? He would he's a glutton for punishment. "Yes Godde...." he barely finished the phrase.

"Why in Hell are there only two rooms? Cause unless I've lost my mind there was three at one time!"

"What?" he strode to the back of the house to see she wasn't fibbing. The three bedroom house they shared had now become two. He cursed a streamline of oaths. “Anubis what have your demons done?”

~ THE END ~

Special News

Oh I have some very good news my friends  :) Curious huh? Well, let's just say that I'm going to be a mommy for the 3rd time around lol My Wolf and I are going to be having a little wolf of our own about mid July of next year. A special baby as he calls it :)

October 2011

     It was some years back when I joined a writing group called Ladies of Sanctuary or LoS as I call it. I remember the first story that I ever read. The reason that I joined LoS was to expand my writing and I came up with some terrific characters or so I thought I had. But since I was new and all I hadn't known that you couldn't use the DH characters in a story so I use Ash in one of mine. And boy did I get hell for it too *smiles* Oh well was all I could say :) But it wasn't until a New Years Eve that I remember very fondly that I got to enteract with some of the other writers. And the one that I enteracted with the most was Sidney a.k.a Demon. It was also when another writer named Nipsy told us to keep our chat to a PG style of rating lol. Hell we were flirting with each other that night :) But that story that really made me pay attention to his writing was Sins of the Blood. It wasn't until recently when I finally got back in touch with him that I asked him for the first 69 parts to his story. He was surprised that someone would remember Sins of the Blood but of course all good stories that I enjoy I save to my hard drive *winks at Demon* and that was when he invited me to DP or Devil's Playground and I wrote until recently because of my schooling. But I have submitted some more stories to DP and even here on the blog itself. But those that touch our hearts and souls are the ones that we don't ever forget and we search for them until we find them and that is what I did with Sid. I got curious about how he was doing and all and so I emailed him and that was when I joined DP and now I help out here on the blog site as well. And I would NEVER trade any of my time that I have had with him or Edward or any of the other writers like Sin and all for anything in the world. They have made it easy to pick up a pen and paper or baning on the keyboards so enjoyable. They are wonderful authors, writers and friends. But they are more to me than anyone will ever know or understand. I would go through hell for anyone of them not to mention I would stand beside them and stand up for them if the need should ever arise. *hugs, Sin, Edward, Demon, Miles and Kail and Lucy/Kat*

Groups Part I

Morning Folks! I'm sorta back, but not on a healthy level. You're all probably wondering bout Wendy. So far she's still trying to kick this cancer, but me having coming down with a serious head cold and sinus infection has forced her to take caution and she's moved back in with her brother. She can't afford to be sick and I'm in no condition to be able to care for her. But I'm keeping tabs all the same and I'll keep those of you wondering on how she's doing updated. 


Today, maybe cause I'm home and sick as a dawg, this idea just came to me and I thought to post on it.


It's: Which GROUP is good for you.


Over the years I've joined groups here and there. Some to get to know people. Some are chatrooms. Some are writers groups. But I stress on them all being the same and that's knowing people from all over the world that all have one thing in common: Wanting to know others outside of their own little world.


It's ingenious that we have internet and we have that capability, but what happens and what of those people that choose this as a way of abusing that privilege? Taking this for granted and preying on other people's emotions and their well being; their welfare. That's when I believe that line has been crossed. Severely.   


I've be part of a few really great groups over the years and I'm proud to say that I was a member of them and if they'd still existed today I probably would still be with them, but I'm a proud veteran of having been and through this group I've gotten to know a very awesome group of people who suffice it to say we're still in touch to this day and as a matter of fact, one if them is a co-writer in this blog :winks at angel: 

How do you handle when someone tells you: Don't join that group because... 
Curiosity kills the furball and of course you'll join just to see what all the hype is about of perhaps you'll avoid it completely and not join at all and therefore just listen to the tit and tats of those that have joined have to say. Technically you have joined, but as a third party outsider. There's a little game called PHONE. Yeah know when you start off telling someone, who tells the next person and so on and after quite a few ears that have heard it the story is completely altered in the end? Yeah, 'nough said I say.


J.H. Christ, I've rambled and gone completely off topic of what I'd meant to post about, but :shrugs: Oh well. C'est la vie. Cudos to me! :snickering, telling myself to have another dose of cold meds:


Waaaay back in the day the year 2002 I was part of a group called Dark Hunter. You guessed it! It's a group based on the characters of Sherilyn Kenyon's books and run by herself. That's was one wicked group and I had tons of fun in the chatrooms with it. You can create your own character as others have and just enjoy shitting around, playing and chatting. You could also write your own little skits and stories but your character and whatever you wrote had to be based on and around the Dark Hunter characters without using them in your stories. Confusing sounds like huh? But gets your creative juices flowing. That's when I tried my hand at writing. Here's the shock factor that most didn't know of, but I'm revealing it here today... 

I was the inspiration and the author behind one very well known character named Isis Amanti. She was a goddess/shape shifter of the feline variety. My first writings were Hetero. I took her on adventures that were out of this world. Literally. She was an all around badass. Although the stories of her kicked arse and were very good in the back ground I went through hell because of jealousy on her great stories and I battled hell to keep her alive and continue to write. Eventually because the group was PG rated I moved her over to a R rated group where I could open my horizons. 


This group: :Ladies of Sanctuary. I joined in 2003 and began posting there. I went on to creating Karan Dubois (Isis brother), Ashriel (Isis soul mate), Nephthys (Isis twin sister), Amos Re (Nepththys soul mate) and a demon named Cetus. Cetus was completely badass to the max and I completely enjoyed writing him. I found my calling and my nich at writing bastards :grins: Jealousy of other authors still followed and plagued me, but I paid them no mind. Still I fought hard to keep them alive from gossip mongers who disliked the fact the your story was better than theirs. Such petty bullshit comes from fawktards such at them. 

Isis and her passe's story dwindled off around the time I noticed two other writers who took Fate in their hands and wrote the first M/M storyline with their characters. Jesus, I applauded them and that's where I felt I was being called to be. Those authors went through bullshit for going out of the box, but I in the background supported their efforts whole-heartedly. I've had many co-writers that's written stories with me over the years, but can you believe that when it came to writing the hetero sex scenes I just couldn't do it? I preferred to kill off the characters themselves rather than go through the torture of it. 


This folks is where Sidney comes into the picture. With a huge bang!

To be continued... 

October 2011

     This goes out to our 2 missing comrades Kail and Miles,
          Whenever the two of you get a chance drop in sometime and say HI :) We all miss you guys!!

Clocking In

I could say a quick hey to one and all, but it's not quite going to be as planned. I know I'm missed so please don't tackle me all at once. Thanks to those of you who emailed me in privvy to express your thoughts and send out those prayers. Wendy appreciates them and has asked me to be the voice to express and send out her thanks. Sorry goes out to my angel. Your demon is dwelling in the bowels of hell. Still. Nat, Nancy, Vic, Eddy, Lil sis Kat, P, Sunshine...the list goes on. Miles and Kail have been MIA but there's not a day that goes by that I'm not thinking of them and I hope they're safe wherever they may be at this time. Miss chatting with you all and hate that I'm missing out on chatting and laughing it up. Having withdrawals without the playful banter and good times. Always good times.

For me it's been a hectic few weeks. Just to show you I've come back and revamped this and added to it a few times. I'm not in the right narrow headspace and my thought patterns are erratic and all over God's creation. Maintaining focused on one thing solely has become a challenge. :snorts: I have five books on the go at one time. See? Told yeah so.

So picture this: Those that know me up close and person know I have a massive fear of needles. I will break out in a sweat over it. Don't even ask me how I managed to administer injecting another. At first my hands shook like all hell get out. I had to step away, deep calming breaths and just do it knowing this was another's life and they're depending on me. It was a moment of 'Suck it up, boy you're needed!' Where the intravenous is in Wendy's upper arm it's hard for her to reach to give herself her morphine shots so I've been doing this for her every 2 to 4 hours. All her other meds she can take on her own. She's on some pretty damn potent shit. She even had to sign a waver with the police department to assure she wouldn't be sharing or trying to sell the narcotics she's taking. 'Nough said, huh.

Awright, to update you all, it's looking bleak. I mean I'm TRYING to remain totally positive and optimistic, but fawk! The fluid is building in her brain and the pressure is becoming to much for her to bear. Apart from the chemo she's had to get the fluid drained which they've been withdrawing from her spine. Today we got news that we weren't anticipating or ready for and to say I was fawking stunned is an understatement. She's bleeding in areas of her brain which is causing bleeding out her ears and her nose slightly. Emergency brain surgery has been scheduled for next Wednesday and you can damn well bet I'll be booking off 3 days of vacay to lay vigil at that hospital till I know she outta the woods and sending out a prayer that she makes it through the procedure. They'll be putting a shunt in her head to drain all the building fluid and stop the leaks. IF all goes well there she'll be back in on January 31st to attempt removal of the tumor. She's scared as all hell and I'm scared for her too, but she's keeping up her strength and I continue to be her rock, her shoulder to lean on and her ears when she needs this most.

I've had my days of being drastically stressed out, but that can't compare to this no way, no how. It's rad that I'm starting group on Mondays for 2 hours in the evening and having a new counselor coming into my home couldn't have come at a better time. I def gonna need it. It's whacked how you can be there and be strong for everyone else in need, but can't do dick squat for yourself.

I'll stop my rant here, don't wanna bore y'all, but rather pop in with an update. 

Peace out, folks. 

~ B ~

P.S. Can't leave without posting a vid of cowse. No whining! Suck it up and enjoy and this vid is symbolic from me to those of you I hold dear. Gods I sound like a sentimental frop! Enjoy it while it lasts.

October 2011

     Hi Everyone,

          I hope everyone is well this night? :) I remember when I used to blog heavily on MySpace about the days that I would have or about how I was feeling. To me this is kind of the same way but different. The reason that I say that is because there is a good group of friends that are working together and enjoying time with each other :) Some of you know what I write and some of you don't but what I enjoy writing about is paranormal romance like wolves, vamps and so forth :) It's also what I love to read to *giggles* But seriously I want to thank you all for allowing me to be apart of this wonderful, special, extraordinary group of the finest friends that I have the purest pleasure of knowing. And a special thank you to Lucy/Kat, who at such a tender age has the wisdom of a goddess. And my darkest and warmest thanks to Demon himself for allowing me the opportunity to help *hugs Lucy/Kat and Sid* Love you all with the darkest of passions, Angel of the Night *blows kisses to everyone*

P.S: Hope to see you soon Demon *winks wickedly* Hope Wendy is doing well? *hugs Wendy*

October 2011

     I know that I don't speak of myself or reveal anything about myself unless it's through my stories or that. But I have come to trust Sid and several others that I believe that it is important to finally reveal who the Angel of the Night truly is. I know Sid or as a few of us call him myself included Demon has already mentioned my name. I am 38 this next month. I have been through Hell and back and returned to Hell again. You could say that is where my family comes from *giggles* But honestly I never thought in my wildest dreams or fantasies that I would ever make Angel of any kind and here I am an Angel of the Night with wings a black as the night sky. I wasn't mean to be in white or with white wings *snickers*. But in reality and reality can suck major sometimes. It was several years back when I first attempt sucide. I tried to call everyone I knew but got no answer from anyone. So I took handfuls of Tynelol yes I'm a person who prefers pills to any other method. The only one who actually gave a damn about me was a boss of mine when I was working McDoodle's. Then shortly after my youngest daughter was born I tried it again and this time I almost succeeded. The only thing that stopped me were my girls. Then here very recently I tried it 2 more times and it was my Wolf that stopped me. So now you know something personal about me.

Sweating The Big Stuff

First before I go on to what this post is all about there's someone I'd like to give mucho thanks to for having me get out of the slum I'm in to even post this. Kudos to you Vic. Your one email with the words you said meant the world to me more than you know. You along with a few others which have become special to me such as Edward, Sunshine, Angel and of course Nat have given me comfort where it's due and with all of you even though I'm very rarely ever around these days gave me your caring and support. It's the little words you send in offlines or emails that count.

Now on to my post...

I always for ages now carried this saying with me that goes: Never sweat the little stuff, just the big stuff which is Birth and Death. I am sweating the big stuff these days and I can assure you it's no where related to birth, although I really wish it was.

It's been a very rough year for me and it goes without saying that I'm surprised I've held on for as long as I have. 

• I've lost great friends that have hurt me immensely and what was done should be unforgiving, but I forgive them. I would never wish harm to anyone. Not even my worst enemy. It's just not in my nature.  I wish them well no matter what even if I'm no longer a part of their lives.

• I've lost my uncle Lou that held on to life for as long as he was able.
• I found out a very good friend contracted HIV.
• I've been battling my blood disorder.
• I've lost a great friend Todd Wonder that passed away of an overdose.
• The hardest was Mitchell Wilson that impacted me the most with his suicide because of bullying.  
• I won't deny that I'd tried to commit suicide where I had hit an all time low and went further than just cutting myself. I am getting help for this and my family supporting me is helping.

Quite a year it's been for me hasn't it? I'm trying to come to terms with so much impacted me in just this last 10 months. Quite fawking overwhelming if I say so myself, but I guess I should get to the worst of the BIG stuff, huh. When I had thought nothing could get worse than I've already been dealing with well low and behold I fooled myself and how wrong I was in assuming that life as it is would get back to some semblance of normality for me.

Awright, so I have one other close friend that I've known for, gosh... 20 years at least. I think I had it bad growing up, but my life has been joy in a basket compared to what she, Wendy, has been through. Her and I clicked and it was only because at first that we had one thing in common that brought us together and that was her brother. I thought the dude was a nice guy. Yeah know those all knowing blonde hair, blue eyes and lean build, but the hawtness was completely on the outside. He was a complete fawkwad that I'll talk about in another post on my knowing him, but not here and not now. Just know that his true colors came shining through and his aura is very inky black. I'll point out some of the sad facts on Wendy.

• She's been living in her brother's basement. A one little bedroom hole dump that he makes her pay a large chunk of money as rent.
• She's had surgery on her back and both knees. For this reason she's on permanent disability (using this money to pay this rent)
• When she was a young child after their dad up and walked out on the family their mother placed her in foster care.
• Wendy married a man that didn't give one fawk about monogamy. His belief is even married he was entitled to having mistresses. Fawked up huh?
• When Wendy's marriage went to shitsville she couldn't afford to take her 2 sons and one daughter with her so she left them in the custody of their father. The boys live with him, but Wendy has a younger brother and he along with his wife are raising her youngest, her daughter. Her sons come to visit, but only when that fawkwad brother of hers allows it. Pathetic that he calls the shots this way.

She's been cheated on, taken advantage of, tossed to the curb and doesn't even know to this day what it's even like to feel loved and wanted. Wendy is now 38 years old. 

This next part is going to be hard for me to write about without choking up. Don't worry... I've just taken my meds to help me get through writing about it. I already knew that at the beginning of summer when Wendy and myself went and spent the weekend enjoying Pride (she's very straight so don't even think it) that not long before this she had half a tumor surgically removed from the back of her brain. The doctors didn't remove it all with the explanation that removing of the whole tumor would have resulted in her going into a coma, therefore they didn't want to make the attempt. Just just weeks ago, Wendy went for the MRI to determine all was going well with the half of the tumor and surgery would be set to extract the rest of it... She... aah she's not going to be having that surgery after all. They, the doctors came back to say that the cancer has spread in her brain and... and it's currently at a stage 4. She'd been having some serious headaches and they're saying it's from fluid that has built up on her brain. They've started chemo on her and tapping into her spine to remove the fluid, along with morphine for any discomfort or pain. Basically they're prolonged her life, but for how long? Unsure. 

All her brother cares about is how he's going to get his rent money when her disability checks come in if she's in the hospital and made her get a doctor's note to prove she's not bullshitting. When she asked if he'd take her for her chemo treatments, his reply was: I can't lose time and money away from work. Get a friend to take you. 

Who the fawk does that to a person? Your own sister for fawk-sake!! Can we say I went completely and totally ballistic to the max when I heard this!!! She's packed her shit, whatever little items she owns and I've set up my spare room for her to move in with me. She'll be officially here tomorrow and as the Lord is my witness I have every intention of being there for her right till she takes her final breath. I'm going to make whatever days she has left in this life happy ones. I WILL be there to smile with her, laugh, cry and be the arms that hold her when she's scared and damnit I WILL show her what it's like to feel LOVE and WANTED.

I apologize for sounding like I was venting and thanks to this blog post I'll be able to start facing the day tomorrow when she is in my home and under my roof where I'll care for her. I will BE the friend she needs right now. You'll be seeing much less of me than you all already do, but I'll pop in when I can and update her progress for you all, but if you can find it in your hearts, your prayers are needed. Not for me, but for her. I refuse to give up hope and I do wish upon every star for a miracle. 

If you'd like to just pop a hey out to me and I don't mind, but I can't promise I'll reply right away my email addy is somnus_octavian@yahoo.com

On a final note of a long winded post, I'm ending it with a song that Wendy has really gotten herself hooked on. There's never a drive in my car when she's in it with me that she doesn't have me play this song. It chokes me up so I won't listen to it here. It's enough I remain strong when driving while she's singing the words repeatedly.

CIAO everyone and thanks you for reading.

Wendy, this song I dedicate to you cause I know you'll be reading this post. Love you chick!

October 2011

     I have some good news..My Wolf and I finally got our cozy little den that we have been needing. I'm still trying to find a job to help out with bills and that. But in the meantime I clean up our little den and that helps to pay for the deposit. We pay 125/week that also includes all utilities along with cable. So hopefully our puppies won't be far behind either ;) Along with a wedding as well :) Speaking of a wedding I wouldn't mind having a Wiccan wedding with a high priest or hight priestess performing the ceremony. That or a gothic wedding but only time will tell and how it will happen. But as far as the psycotic ex is concerned she doesn't dare come near us. And she will not be allowed in our den for any reason whatsoever. IF she does enter she will be faced with me and if she isn't careful the consequences will be hazardous to her health so to speak :) But for the most part we are very happy and enjoying life as it is for us until we can save up some money for a small car as well. We are going to prove to her and my family that we can make it on our own and that nothing can stop us from achieving what we want for ourselves and from enjoying life to the fullest. :) Love you all..

October 2011

     Hey everyone, I hope you all are doing well. As for me and my Wolf? We are doing better. My future is changing and I don't see my death coming so soon now. Thanks to some very dear friends of mine and to my Wolf. As I have said the safest place for me is by his side. And that is where I am still at and I will be at for all eternity. A person can not separate what is meant to be and we are meant to be. The only way to allow anyone to separate a meant to be is if the couple is wanting the separation but neither myWolf and I are allow anyone or his psycotic ex to separate us. For we have lived centuries and we have found each other in each lifetime and we will continue to find each other in the lifetimes to come. Not to mention we have linked our souls together. Sorry if everyone gets tired of this video..But please deal with it? :) I don't stream videos very often anyway lol

My Review of Enduring Insticts

Enduring Instincts by S.J. Frost

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I mean WOW! This story was epic. It's one that's been long awaited but well worth it to my opinion.

Daniel and Ryu are perfect together and they compliment each other so well and in every way imaginable.

But alas towards the end I was very much distressed. One character took my heart and I actually cried for and over him. Maybe it's the mood I'm in as there's a lot of distressing factors going on in my life at the moments and this rarely happens to me if its not a main character and in this case it hit me hard. Are you questioning who? Its Troy of cowse. Seeing him in pain, his love not returned by Isaac and wanting his life ended and not getting his request tore at my own heart strings. I truly wished there could have been a better ending for him.

Ooh but I got a kick outta Niven and Vance. I'd love to see them hooking up or Niven with Troy :dreamy sigh: Bah one can hope :snickering:

Great write all around. Excellent continuation to the first. S.J. rocks the house with another one of her books when she gets the time to write one she really puts her all into it.



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Joke of the day.

After being in prison for 15yrs, a man escapes. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns, but what he finds is a young couple in bed.

He orders the man out of the bed and ties him to a chair. He ties the girl to the bed & kisses her neck. He then gets up and goes into the bathroom. 

The husband tells his wife: “Listen, this guy is a dangerous escaped convict. He hasn’t seen a woman in years. I saw how he was kissing your neck. If he wants to have sex with you please don’t resist, don’t complain. Just do whatever he tells you or he might kill us! Just be strong honey. I LOVE YOU!!!!”

The wife responds: “He wasn’t kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Just Be strong, honey. I LOVE YOU TOO!!