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Braizthe - The First Meeting

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He was there, I could feel him.

The hard, cold eyes, flashing yellow surrounded by darkness, bored through my mind from the back of my soul.  The back of my shoulders tensed, tingled at the presence I felt rising through me. A low, soft growl emanated around me, within me.  It was quiet, an announcement of his presence, an inquiry at being kept in solitude for so long.  Darkness, it surrounded him, so that all I saw was the yellow of his eyes, the jagged white mask that framed them in a face of dark fur.

In my mind's eye this face reflected before me in a mirror as I stood there, human to wolf, and his fangs bared in the deep shadows of the mirror.  Why, he asked me, why have I been entrapped here for so long, caged in the recesses of your mind in this small cave of darkness, alone until you opened this doorway and looked in?  Why did it take you so long to look in?

I wasn't alone before.

He showed me, in a snowstorm that obscured detail, he stood there, a heavily built wolf backed by a bluish-gray cliff in the distance.  The ground was hard, frozen, the sparse tufts of grass assaulted by the gail-blown snow that could not settle long because of the winds.  It shook his fur, icy bits clinging to the black ruff of his back and neck.  From around him peered another wolf, female, her build delicate and hunched against the cold as she lowered her head to peer around beneath her mate's muzzle.  Her fur was gray, paled by the snow that frosted the wind-abused tufts along her back, blending down into the white of her muzzle, belly, and forelegs.  A gust of wind-driven snow obscured them and I was left facing the wolf in the mirror.

Where is she, he asked me, as I asked Who are you.

Braizthe He replied in a sullen growl, turning from me, yellow eyes lonely and seemingly fed up with me for the time being. I will be here, he told me, as he faded into the darkness of his small cave, nothing but his head now visible as he looked at me over his shoulder. I will not be shut up again.  I pulled back from the vision in my mind, again in familiar surroundings.

But that place there in the snow, near the cliff, it pulled at me.  And I could feel him, settling down within me.  The door I'd found wouldn't be closed again, and he could now come out.  This beast within me, this beast that was of me, was now a constant companion, and he wouldn't be denied.

What had I unleashed?
There wasn't really a non-fiction category that suits this...

An experience I had this week, either Monday or Tuesday, where I discovered Braizthe, the male Dire Wolf (Canis Dirus) who was me in prehistoric North America. Yes, they were real wolves, not game monsters. Think Gray Wolf but bulkier, with larger heads and shorter limbs.

If you don't follow or believe in Therianthropy or reincarnation, than you can take this as a product of my confirmed overactive imagination. Just please, respect my beliefs as I respect yours.

We could even get into a discussion if you'd like, just move it to Notes so we can talk earnestly, k?

And if you don't care either way that's cool too. Go ahead and critique my writing style if ya want, I'm rusty and have a novel or ten in planning stages so I could use some style feedback, but this particular writing is basically a muse on what I went through.

There will be more on Braizthe to come.

Writing & Braizthe (c) *HuntressLight
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WrenStormbringer's avatar
Very well written dear!