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The Omega has found Her Pack...
Who is Loki? Some say a Trickster, who wrought havoc wherever she went, one who caused more trouble than she was worth... But truly, she was a Friend to Man, a Companion to the Ancients, Keeper of their knowledge and secrets, Solver of problems, and Bringer of change... Unfairly accused and condemned by so many... And yet, one faithful companion remained by Loki's side through eternity...
My Companion once lost to me, is found... That bond, that connection, could never be removed from my soul, and has brought about a reunion... No longer... an Omega... I seek now, simply, a Friend... Someone to share thoughts and ideas and feelings... Someone with whom I can speak freely without repercussions... Someone who will be as loyal to me as I can be to them...
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Update:
Seeking roommates in the Atlanta area...
On behalf of a close personal Friend, a Male Dom in the Atlanta, Georgia area, who needs to find renters for two rooms in His home...
Available for lifestyle or lifestyle-friendly roommates... Any gender acceptable, not looking for play partners... No kids (sorry)
Large split-level home on a lake (complete with boat dock), beautiful quiet neighborhood, privacy expected and given in return...
Intelligence and responsibility are a must... References required from you, as well as available from Him...
Rent negotiable, will require some participation in basic household upkeep in the shared living areas. Upstairs full bathroom shared between the two rental rooms, kitchen and laundry access, etc...
utilities and internet access through home network included...
Contact me to discuss further...
~Loki
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A favourite quote that I try to apply in my life...
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling five balls in the air... (No, not those kind of balls, you perverts... hehe) You name them - work, family, health, friends, and spirit - and you're keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends, and spirit - are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life...
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Idly wonders if anyone else has issues with the formatting features of this journal thingy...
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Some random thoughts and ramblings...
on... security, insecurity, and complacency, and misbehaviour...
In my thinking... when one is insecure, they push... They push to test the boundaries and when they find that they are held to limits and standards, they become secure in that...
When one is secure in their place and in knowing their boundaries, they no longer feel the need to push, because they know that if they did, they would be held safely in their place...
Security and comfort in a relationship is not to be confused with complacency... When one becomes complacent in a relationship, when they are allowed to roam, to slack off in their duties, in their control, self or otherwise, they become insecure of their role, because they have not been held safely within the confines of the initially established and tested boundaries... They have not been reminded of their place... Thus, they push... to overcome the developed complacency... to try to force a reaction, a reminder of where they stand in the relationship...
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A Wolf's journey...
(an attempt at a character introduction)
She raced blindly through the forest, stumbling as she tried to favor her injured paw. Near exhaustion, and with no sense of direction, she was just running. Anywhere...anywhere that is away from where she came from... flashes of the horror playing through her mind.
She had been running with some from her pack, chasing down a deer to feed on, when they became the hunted.
Flashbacks of horses crashing through the dense growth noisily, the human voices loud in her ears. Some of the pack fled back towards the den, and a few of the hunters gave chase.
The rest ran with her... running faster, faster... a desperate attempt to outrun the danger... and then cornered... sheer cliff face ahead... hunters behind... then a loud sharp sound and a yelp as one of her pack fell. Again... and again. She whirled about with the one who remained and ran straight at the hunters, and past... trying to escape. Another sharp sound echoed, followed by a pain like fire in her left forepaw. She stumbled and kept running, finally finding cover in the dense undergrowth. Another yelp in the distance, another left behind. As the voices grew more distant, she tried to regain her sense of direction and headed back towards the den.
As she neared the safety of her den, she caught the scent of the humans, and of blood. She came across one, then another... And another. Her mate, her pack... all dead.
She turned and ran blindly away, mind reeling. All the knowledge... all the rituals... none would bring back those who were lost. Things had been peaceful. They had forgotten the lessons that had been taught. She should have been more cautious, she should have protected her pack... and now they were gone.
As the full moon began to rise in the sky, the smell of smoke and the sound of voices brought her up short. She froze, listening... these voices... these were different. The sounds they made were familiar. She moved cautiously in their direction, staying well hidden, as a huge fire came into view, and around it, humans... but not hunters. Hunters didn't dress this way... hunters didn't speak this way... she knew these sounds.
She stumbled again, white hot pain shooting up her leg. Her vision dimmed and she fell. There was no strength left to rise, so she lay in the thick undergrowth, breathing raggedly, the scent of the fire and her own blood in her nostrils. She stared at the fire, and at the dancers as they chanted the words to an ancient ritual.
As she watched, firelight reflecting in her eyes, the happenings of the day replayed in a jumble of images and sounds, mixed with flashes of a dream... the same dream she'd had for two seasons now. She shook her head trying to clear her vision and the world around her spun and went black...
(to be continued...) |
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Hmmm... what to write, what to write... I do actually have something to say on occasion... But... Not tonight... Perhaps another day I'll post some of my past writings...
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| Age: 35 |
| Fresno,
Idaho |
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