Thursday, January 20, 2011

Rise of the Winter Wolf Moon

Hello purrs, my moon magnificent Felines... there’s a fresh layer of snow on the tame prairie... about five inches... and it is frigidly COLD again... not only does the night sky remain overcast with no view of the Full Wolf Moon... but it is misty-foggy, and the fine snow is being blown about... when the first big flakes drifted to the ground this afternoon, they swirled and danced on the wind like tiny magical beings.

Rise of the Winter Wolf Moon ~ the lore behind the name of Wolf Moon can easily be found on the world wide web, or as some say, the world wide wiretap... however, the Kougaress thought she would commune with Wolf Spirit for a current day message... that is, if The Wolf is willing to speak...

Howls, my human brothers and sisters. Special nuzzling yips to all the beautiful women. Being a wolf,~wolfish grin~ yes, I am ravenously fond of the ladies. Ah, give me moments to connect with The Shining One of this year, 2011... we wolves bathe in the moon’s benevolent rays, soaking up her subtle enlivening essences. For, we only thrive if she constantly embraces us with her light.

My message, since I have been asked is: give up your unnecessary greed, my human brethren. Abundance is the starry night. It exists everywhere, as thick and numerous as the stars you see. There is enough at every moment. Like our canine cousins are trained to obey, you have been trained in a falsehood by those who seek your unquestioning obedience. You believe in scarcity. There is never scarcity in this grand universe. Not for one moment. It is only the false, force-fed belief in scarcity that makes it so. No, it is not about what you humans call positive thinking. It is about reality. You are cubs who have been brutally taught the forest, the lands around you are barren of game, and will remain barren. You have been taught only a small portion of life is available. You have only been allowed to feed on the crumbs of life. And, you are told it is a banquet, and you should be grateful. No. Do not be grateful, my human dear ones, for this unnatural poverty. Be grateful that Nature will tell you the truth. Be grateful the Divine holds forth the hand that reveals, and gives you true sustenance. Remember, we Wolves stand with you in spirit. Always. It is the way of our kind. We stand by your side as warriors, as hunters, as members of your human family, as you are members of our Spirit Pack. Be well. Be powerful. And, howl at our beloved Moon. For, we will hear you, and join in.

Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

12:12 pm... 5:55 pm... chaos hits big time all over the globe...

Authoress news and mews ~

Rats, no nice pats, darling KitKats... the Kougar hasn’t gotten back to working on Kandy. Instead, she ended up putting together her recipes for a Valentine’s Day Recipe book that is being created by several of us romance authors at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY. At this point, it’s still in the planning stages, and as these things go, might not work out. Still... hey, it’s a good promo idea, and this Big Cat does enjoy creating recipes now and then. Just not like a Betty Crocker clone!!!


Naughty Witchy Woman
by Rebecca Murray

Hi and welcome to your Wednesday fix of Shapeshifter Seductions! This week’s blog is actually going to be a excerpt from my up-coming release, EQUAL PARTNERS, which will be released on January 28th. I had been planning on doing a little something more with the squirrel and tigress but got wrapped up in a WIP and forgot to write it. I hope you won’t mind meeting Cissy and Lleu, instead.

What's Hot to You?
by Kayelle Allen

When I look at pictures of some of the guys my friends think are "hot" - they leave me cold. Why we're so different I have no idea, but I thought it would be fun to share a few pix I think are sexy and say why. I'd like to hear from you as well.

For a look at how heroines are viewed in Romance Novels, check out Julia Barrett’s latest blog at JULIA BARRETT’S WORLD ~

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The Kougar’s mew-sing comment ~

Hi Julia, just trying to get my WIP finished. I'm on the final few miles of the marathon... lol... and, yep, love me some Supergirl or Superwoman, too!

Yeah, that's why I read a ton of Jayne Ann Krentz/Amanda Quick, at one time. I resonated with her take on heroines and heroes.

***Sandy Lender says:
January 19, 2011 at 4:27 am

I agree that the snarky, bitchy heroine who thinks her sarcasm is going to win over the hero and the reader is the heroine I can do without. I have more respect for the gal who can crush you like a bug, but doesn’t remind you of it every third page.
I’ve had trouble finding likable heroines in the books that have been pitched to me lately. It’s easier to pick out likable heroes (probably because they’re all the same these days–New York has found what it likes so we’re all constructing a man that fits the mold that’ll get us selected for publication–survival and all), but likable heroines, whether they’re 14 or 34, need to climb out of that sarcastabitch role and into a more “I can kick your butt if it’s necessary, but I can donate stuff to Good Will on the side.”
Something like that…
Lovely blog topic! I dig a chance to talk about Girl Power!
From Sandy Lender
“Some days, you just want the dragon to win.”***

Hi Sandy, no wonder I have no interest in pubbing with NY. I won't go by anyone's standard of a hero, except mine. And, if the heroine is supposed to be no older than 34... well, screw that! What a great a term: sarcastabitch role !!! And, right on, to use an ancient lingo, for Girl Power! Or, as I phrased it on my blog yesterday, Aphrodite Rising. And, since I adore dragons... yeah, I often want them to win. ~smiles~

Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 752 ~

Sylva felt her excitement rise up like Aphrodite arising from the ocean. Yet, her shy streak took a shot at her. She needn’t have worried about that. Zeke spun before her, and with quick tender strokes, he removed her robe, letting it pool on the floor. Sylva returned the favor. Slipping her hands up the splendid sculpture that was his chest, she reveled in the feel of him as she slid his robe off, and let it fall. “Yippee-kai-yay, darlin’,” he darkly purred. Seizing her waist, he twirled her around. Within moments, he’d placed her in the warm bubbly water.

Zeke made certain his Sylva smiled with pleasure, before he climbed into the tub. “Let’s do some relaxin’, and talkin’, wife.” Rubbing her shoulder with all the gentleness he felt for her, he urged her toward a seat. Once she’d sighed and sank down, her arms floating, then stroking the whirling water, Zeke moved opposite her, and lowered himself. The embracing heat welcomed him, and he felt his muscles loosen. With a long release of breath, he settled back. All the while his gaze remained on her, his bride. Their gazes connected, and he watched her flare inside for him.
The Kougar’s prior flashes are also available at the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ Or, The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~

Big Cat Clawing Commentary ~

NO ***AMERICAN*** president *bows* to another country’s leader. Gee ~dig the claws in~ how many times has that occurred now? To the queen, to the arabs, to everyone he can scrape and bow before... and now, to the chinese. The Chinese bloodthirsty dictators who actually believe they own America and own Americans. Yeah, right. It’s all by fraud. And fraud negates consent. No American Sovereign agreed or voted for the ‘supposed’, but really *fraudulent* derivative-based debt to the Chinese Big Boys.

WE THE PEOPLE, we the red people, the black people, the white people, the yellow people, the brown people... the RAINBOW PEOPLE. We did not agree to be sold out!!! So, screw you, Chinese Big Boys! And, screw your WORLD BANKSTER MASTERS. WE. AIN’T. YOUR. SLAVES.

The supposed, Indonesian Citizen president may be YOUR SLAVE. But, WE ain’t.

Not to mention, oh my gee, the governor of Hawaii *can’t* find Barry Soetoro’s ORIGINAL birth certificate. Omy ~hand to cheek in dramatic surprise~ wherever must have it gone to? Oh-no, gone with the trade winds. Disappeared. Vanished. Lost. Evaporated. Maybe, it was vaporized by a scaler weapon. Or...hmmm... maybe it was nuked out of existence at the airport in one of them naked nuke machines.

The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.


May you live the dreams of your heart...

Winter Moon kisses from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

A Valentine's Day Recipe book...good idea! Will there be a recipe for enticing a certain nipping wolf into playing? ~wink~

Good Luck with the book!

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena... lol... only if Mr. Wolf likes black forest cake or a strawberry sweetheart cake.