Wolf queen, blooded blade
I wandered until I came upon her, beckoning me closer.
Her gaze was liquid amber and her hair was the smoke of a thousand fires
As she swirled around me I heard the wolves begin to howl and the crows scream and swirl about.
The watcher and the hunter, she held me close and whispered to me in a million tongues that so clearly were understood, “don’t be afraid of the dark” she said, and when I arose, I was whole.
She rendered unto me the blood of the vanquisher, the wolf’s cunning, the crow’s wise eye. The flaming brand cannot be seen, but it burns nonetheless upon my savage heart.
This is what it means to be free. We are the pack, we are her kindred, we are the old ones reborn.
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... incidentally, a have published quite a short stories and flash, some of them here if you are interested: https://vocal.media/fiction/children-of-the-wolf
Delightful and evocative. Well written! I will include a mention in my weekly reviews slot which will be published on Vocal later this week. You will find a link here once I have posted the latest reviews for this week: https://vocal.media/journal/this-week-s-short-story-reviews