Monday, November 22, 2010

The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty

Sunday into Monday mews, my deliciously lovely KitKats... a warm blustery day on the tame prairie... per usual, the Kougaress has bitten off more than she can chew... chew, yeah yowls... Thanksgiving is only a few days away... where, hopefully, lots of good chewing will occur on all that yummy food.

The tail-switching thankful moment: Reading Lindsay Townsend’s short story, A Christmas Sleeping Beauty. Yes, it made this Big Cat softie shed some good tears. It’s available as a free read at THE PINK BLOG.

The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty ... it hit the Kougaress’s brain like a mack truck after reading A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY, and thinking about the fairytale, Sleeping Beauty... it’s a perfect metaphor for these times. We are all SLEEPING BEAUTIES in some stage of sleep, we beautiful and incredible humans... we have collectively pricked our finger on the spindle like sleeping beauty, unaware we have been poisoned... no, we just don’t know it, or we don’t know how deep we are... in truth, we don’t know our own amazing beauty, inside and out... it has been obscured from us by a cabal of psychopaths, who are masters of the black arts, THOSE who want to keep humanity enslaved and asleep... all too often we buy into the current propaganda of what is beauty, instead of looking with our sacred eyes, instead of seeing and hearing and feeling with our sacred souls... whether, as individuals, we are about to awaken or still deep asleep... THE AWAKENING IS NOW... the Awakening of Sleeping Beauty.

This is for those Big Cats who thought the title of the Kougar’s bloggie meant a flash scene. This one is rated *sweet*.

The Awakening of Sharomond

She walked in the land of shadows. Even her roses were pale shadows, their vibrant beauty denied to her, their heavenly scents gone. Sharomond remembered another life, another time, when lush fragrant rosebushes, heavy with red and pink blooms, twined up her balcony stairway. When roses, happy in their abundance, climbed up the marble archway of her garden. Dreamy, ephemeral and brilliant, her roses had been nearly every color and shade in the rainbow. Once upon a time.

Fleeting glimpses of a man, a warrior prince by his dress, haunted her. During her endless sojourn in the land of shadows she would catch sight of him astride a magnificent dragonhorse stallion. Or, she would briefly see him battling the leviathan black shadow that domed her entire land.

Sharomond had never found her parents, or discovered another human being in the shadowland. The animals were shades of gray. Moving and acting like apparitions, they took no notice of her presence. Loneliness had long ago driven her mad. Yet, madness meant nothing here. Still, she wandered, dreariness clinging to her like a wet woolen blanket.

Sharomond never saw his face, the elusive warrior prince. The color of his eyes remained a mystery, as did the manly definition of his physique. She had tried with all her might to reach him, running until he vanished.

She had tried to speak to him with her thoughts until despair ruled her heart so brutally she had been forced to quit. Sharomond only knew he was as she had once been. Alive. Alive, in a glorious land where shadows did not reign.

Sharomond could not remember how or why she roamed this shadowland. No amount of pondering brought her closer to any manner of answer. What lived inside her now was rage, a rage to find and conquer whoever had cast her spirit into this gray-black imprisonment.

In truth, Sharomond did not know the fate of her people. Were they still living their lives, cherishing the seasons and celebrating their joys? Who cared for them in their time of need? Who brought healing herbs and broths to them when illness struck?

A slight rustle of sound, one she had never heard in this land of shadows, drew her toward her sumptuously attired bed, now mere mist in appearance. Even though, her coverlet and pillows were layers of luxurious mist, they were as insubstantial as her existence.

An urge to lie down claimed Sharomond, and she obeyed. Why not? For, nothing held any great importance anymore. Unless, she could figure out a way to escape. Unless, she was granted a rescuer by some unknown benevolent hand. Unknown, indeed. Had not every one of her often-whispered prayers gone unanswered? No, her God did not recognize her. Not here. Not hidden by the shadows.

With her eyelids slipping closed, Sharomond draped the coverlet over her, even though it felt like a sodden featherbed. She prepared herself to feel nothing, to dream nothing. But, again, she heard a sound. The scrape of a boot? An odd sensation skittered through her. Was it excitement? So foreign was the feeling, she could not tell.

Warm lips pressed against hers suddenly. To her complete astonishment, a tender kiss was placed upon her mouth. Another kiss followed. This one was more urgent and longer, yet just as gentle.

Sharomond fought to respond, puckering her lips. In that moment she did not care who took liberties with her mouth. She only wanted more. So much more of this fleshly paradise.

The next kiss devoured her entire mouth with a passion she had once dreamed about. Sharomond felt the thick waves of a man’s hair inside her fist. Startled beyond any bearing, she stilled, yet did not let go. Rough breathing filled her ears, and she became aware her pants joined with the impassioned pants of another.

“Sharomond, can you hear me?” a man’s voice asked.

The low rich timbre reminded her of being in a deep dark forest, and she trembled with what felt like desire. A familiarity about the man teased her memory. Yet, no image of his countenance entered her head.

“Awaken, please. I need you. Your people need you.”

Once again, his lips seized hers. Gentleness was replaced by a searing fusion of their mouths. A light flashed before her mind’s eyes, and Sharomond felt utterly ignited. Almost painfully so. In that moment she knew who kissed her awake.

“No,” she forced out, even as her eyes flew open. His visage filled her gaze, the warrior who had won her hand in marriage. She had refused him, fearing he would demand her complete obedience.

Eyes, composed of midnight and emeralds, roved over her face. The concern glittering in the depths was so obvious her heart jerked like a rabbit freeing itself, yet leapt toward him. Sharomond un-fisted his dark coppery-colored mane of hair, an act against her sudden yearning for him.

“Sharomond, I love you. I will care for you in every way that you may need as you recover. And, my beloved, I will not insist you become my bride.”

With those words, Dhutrov straightened his handsome, sleekly hewn torso. From his kneeling position beside her, he took hold of her hand. Tenderly, he encouraged her to sit up.

Shivering like the last leaf on a tree in the face of winter’s winds, Sharomond kept her hand firmly clasped within his. The sheer vibrancy of her bedchamber caused her eyes to blink and water. A banquet of smells assaulted her nostrils. Roses, her precious roses, their scents drifted to her as if in welcome.

“The Seventh Coven of Abarus bespelled you and your people,” Dhutrov answered her question before Sharomond could ask, the one hovering on the tip of her tongue. “Your realm was considered to be too influential, too powerful.”

Sharomond knew then. With her whole soul she knew. Still, she needed to hear it spoken. “The state of our world?”

“Beloved, I must be the bearer of terrible news. Our world has fallen to those who are dark-hearted and cruel. To those who have no thought, but for themselves.”

“Yet, your lands remain free, do they not?”

“Yes. But, I am in need of you and your people to stand with us in freedom, or it will be lost.”

Torn in two, between the joy of being rescued from the land of shadows and the reality that her world now suffered from despotic rule, Sharomond could not stop the flood of tears bursting from her eyes.

She wept uncontrolled. Dhutrov lent his shoulder to her and murmured comforting words. His arms embraced her close, feeling invincible in their strength.

Sharomond reached upwards clinging to his neck like a child. Placing her on his lap, he wrapped himself around her, holding her until her weeping eased.

Their lips met in a salty kiss, yet the lingering press of their mouths overwhelmed her with sweetness, the new sweetness of love.

“Dhutrov,” she whispered her heart.

He cupped the side of her face, his gaze adoring her. “Side-by-side, we will ride, my Sharomond, and we will know triumph against our enemies.”

“Yes. As warriors we will ride together.” Sharomond caressed his hand and smiled with happiness.

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Part 693 ~

Sylva felt the slow upturn of her lips. “Twining is good, right?” Her cowboy grinned like a satisfied stud. “The way we twine is very good, darlin’.” He’d emphasized ‘good’, and she smiled widely. “Fact is, angel mine, the way our legs twine, the way our arms twine, and the way our bodies twine together, is so good I might just want more twinin’.” Sylva arched her brow. “Is that so?” Zeke caressed her thigh, his touch loving. Sylva felt her heart warm, the radiance filling her body. “Yep, I’m thinkin’ we should do lots of different kinds of twining, wife.”

Zeke palmed his Sylva’s tresses, then stroked the mussed silkiness. She grinned mischievously. “I suppose I could learn to twine my hand around your studly cock in the most stimulating way...husband.” Despite his lazy satisfaction, Zeke felt his loins flare. “You could, wife. And that would be mighty pleasin’. I ain’t discouragin’ your willingness. But, even more pleasin’ would be my tongue twinin’ around those bud-plump nipples of yours.” His woman’s eyes became half-lidded and her breathing quickened. “What if I twine my tongue around that huge ole shaft of yours?” Zeke felt like hot smoke twined through him.
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 692 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~

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Serena Shay said...

Lovely flash, Savanna! You know, I've read and enjoyed many of your flashes... Hmmm, maybe someday we'll see a collection of flashes by Savanna Kougar out in print! woot

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, ah... thank you... that would be fun and rewarding... time always seems to be a factor, though.

Yeah, LSB was going to do a Flash ebook at one time that Mima got together from many of us... I don't know whatever happened to that??? I assume it died, or mine was thrown out. [not that I care at this point]