Rattlesnake Spirit had warned him...

Rattlesnake shapeshifter?

Saturday into Sunday purrs, my adored and angelically kissed Kittens... cooler on the tame prairie... goodness, goodness, another strange-emotion day... yowls! No, the Kougaress is not impressed with 2012... except the dragon of truth is certainly on the job... it feels like tons o' truth is falling on top of this Big Cat's head about so many different subjects it's making her head spin and spin and spin... but, that's a good thing.

And, speaking of spirit, the Kougaress had a conversation with herself today... one of those deep-soul ones with realizations included... the upshot: she's not certain living this lifetime has been worth the loss of her spirit... even though, she's become a better person in certain ways, the natural high and untamed spirit she arrived on Earth with, has now been beaten out of her by the slings and arrows of this lifetime's outrageous fortunes... is that really a good trade? This Big Cat isn't so certain it is... ultimately.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Rattlesnake Spirit had warned him...

From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~ her latest WIP ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

The first six 'unedited' sentences from Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Almost upon him, the enemy braves mind-hurled their large silver blades, tipped with rattlesnake venom. Dontoya slowed abruptly, then spun imitating a cyclone. The energy field he flung around himself at the same time, caused the six knives to swerve and miss.

Rattlesnake Spirit had warned him, looming before his mind's eye briefly.

With another Tasmanian-devil spin, as Zance called his ability, Dontoya launched inside the secondary tunnel, a natural part of the cave system. Too late, he realized all the traps had been activated because the Pruezi invaders had tried gaining entry, but failed.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Vacation Werestyle
by Solara

Tory laughed as Josh raced up the white sand beach tossing clothes with each step.

Anthony drew up along side her carrying the baby. The tot slept the whole night through for the past week. At seven months, she was developing her own distinct personality. Her curious eyes followed each of them as she sat in high chair. Too bad Tory’s grandmother Isobelle had passed before she met her name sake, Ezabell.

Tory held out her hand to Anthony. “Josh loves the water. I swear he’s got to have more than canine blood in him.”
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

2:12 am... 2:22 am... 11:11 pm... lives lost, lives gained, there are new miracles on the horizon...
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ Have a happy and magickal February ~

~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times...

High and untamed spirited kisses from the Kougar...