I don’t Want Color Blind Friends…

The Myth of a color blind society

 

 

I don’t want colorblind friends.

Really, I don’t. Color blind means that you choose to ignore the atrocities perpetuated against any race. It means you pretend that they don’t exist.

 

I want friends who sees that White boy on the bus being harassed by a bunch of Black kids and steps in to stop the pack mentality attack before it escalates. I want friends who sees the wrongness in a immigration themed frat party and won’t laugh it off as a mean joke on public while telling their Latino friends that it was wrong in private. I don’t want friends who see in social media that the back race is being judged by the stupid internet memes and painful internet sensations like Travonying, and laugh cause they think its funny and not harming anyone. That is what being color blind gets you.

 

I am not saying that we should all be militant and spend every waking moment on the look out for injustice so we can pull out the tar and feathers at a moment’s notice. No, I am not saying that we should look into every action that others take so spot racial intolerance and rally the masses around it while shaming the intolerant one with jeers and curses of pain and shame. What I am saying is that to turn a blind eye to things can be dangerous.

 

I want my friends to be aware of what is going on around them. I want them to feel safe to express their agreement or opposition to a situation freely. I want them to know what the real world is like, not hide behind the fake pronouncements that racism is over because we have a Black president and I have never seen anything like that around me. If you have never faced any of the prejudiced that America is ripe with, then I want to live where you are. But the sad state of affairs is that real life is rarely like that.

 

WE are human beings and it I in our nature to covet, to fear, to gather together in groups that are like, and to unfortunately harm eachother when the fear and misunderstanding gets too great. Its sad but I see it all the time. Have you ever seen a group of traditional Golden Age science fiction readers take on the younger generation who feels vampires might be the god guys? Oh man, can the intellectual kickboxing take on new dizzying and highbrow heights. But that is human nature. What we choose to do with what we observe is a personal choice.

 

And that being said, I don’t want colorblind friends. I want friends who will acknowledge our differences and still be friends despite the fact that we are not the same. I want friends who are observant who will step in and help that kid on the bus, who will tell the planners of all these “insensitive” theme parties to stop before the lemming effect take over and everyone thinks it’s a good idea to wear black-face and sombreros, serve tacos and get blasted in tequila while they dance under an imaginary boarder crossing. I want friends who will tell those idiots who thought Trvoning was so funny to stop that shit, that a young man’s life was lost before he even had a chance to do anything with that life. I want friends who will not give into the complicity of this so called colorblind society, but will see reality for what it is and revel in our differences as well as our sameness.

 

So, no. I don’t want colorblind friends. I want real friends who offer their friendships with nothing held back. To me, that will be the one action that will defiantly affect a change for the better and leave a better example for those who will live on this planet long after we are gone.

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A funny Thing Happened on the Way to Otakon….

More like a week before, a very funny thing happened. When my knees locked from sitting and sewing on the floor, I determined that I am getting old!

I am getting good at hiding it, but man, my knees… my back… ouch and not from any good happy adult themed times! Sniffle.

But I carried on and turned a bunch of cardboard, and paper mache, spray pain, and a lot of found material into this …

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You missed the blood, sweat, tears, and crying that went on to make this happen. Be thankful! LOL My best friend often called just to see if everyone had stuffed me into the closet yet.   Sigh… misunderstood creative impulses.

 

But that was the hard part, the cutting, and measuring, and ripping apart and starting over…. the checks on make up and original art to get the characters right…

 

Oh! The characters! Let me see, SUPER HERO ROLL CALL starting from left to right we have…

 

Malani Burke as Female Thor… Time to Drop the Hammer Down!!

Stephane Burke as Karma from the MMO game League of Legends… my favorite quote from her is Guess What’s About to Hit the Fan?

Devlyn Burke as Draven from the MMO League of Legends… his quite, Welcome to the League of Draven…he’s that arrogant!

Austin Burke as Gohan from Dragon Ball… Kamah ammmah… Haaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!! LOL

 

There were others who declined to be in the photo, but that’s okay as I didn’t make theirs! LOL

It was a three day blast and so much fun that I hurt in ways I haven’t since child birth and I didn’t care! THere was much to see and do… so many friends, and of course, the Ladies Choice Henti Panel.

Usually, this is a panel that good friend and author PJ Schnyder and I do together, but this year PJ had to be called out of town unexpectedly. But PJ carried through and sent me the Power Point we use and some clips she wanted there. All I and to do was edit, add my own clips, and have fun. Well, that is not all. PJ as the most perfect roommate ever. Alex came in and helped my running tech for me. I could not have done that without him and I owe him big time. My blonde baby Alexis also loaned me one of her friends to help pass out promo and swag and keep people excited as there was a small delay in finding an AV cord for an apple…. Grumble! It it was all good. We managed to keep over 450 people excited and happy and the clips went over very well indeed… though we had a few guys escape when the yaoi started! LOL WE also had two guys take off their shirts and as usual the sounding out the erotic soundtrack for a clip! LOL Fun and embarrassment for all! LOL

Then it was photos and running around, and of course a bar trip or two, and more photos and the dealers room, and freinds who own businesses, running around….

 

every year I say I am too old to do this.. and every year I wind up doing more! LOL Now I guess I had better start getting suggestion for next years con. I hurt, I am sore, but I wouldn’t trade this time for the world. *g*

 

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BOOM! New Book Drop! Watch Out! LOL

Get your goat on! WOOT! LOL Its a new release and its called Greek Style!

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http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2099

Have no idea what I’m talking about? Well… here’s a snippit!

So much urine…
That was the only thought that went through May’s mind as she recalled her trips to the children’s petting zoo so long ago. There were pygmy goats going into heat, and there was urine everywhere.

So now, as she was tied to a tree watching a field full of goat-legged men dance and sing, she was both fascinated and horrified by the prospect of watching them mate.

Of course it wasn’t her fault that she was tied to this particular tree. No one ever told her wandering around the mountains of Cephalonia on her vacation to Greece would end up like this. She only wanted to see poppy fields, for goodness’ sake. No one had warned her about roving bands of fauns and satyrs and mating season.

She didn’t mean to crash their party, so to speak. She had just been taking photos and marveling at the majesty of the island that was said to be the home of Odysseus when she stumbled upon them in their poppy field of lust.

She couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying, but a bunch of goat-legged men carrying spears would be enough to grab and hold anyone’s attention. She was so stunned by this discovery that she never noticed the two… well… bucks, maybe… walking up behind her until they had her roped and hog-tied like the prize attraction at a 4H show.

They began babbling at her and she began screaming at them.

That hadn’t helped matters, she was now willing to admit, because that got her tied to the tree and gagged.

And now she sat there, watching them build up a barn fire — burning poppies and what smelled suspiciously like marijuana — and dancing around like they had no sense.

She just wanted to go home. Forget going back to the hotel, she wanted to go home. There were no goat-legged men at home. There were no burning poppy fields making her feel like she was stuck in a Cheech and Chong movie. And there were definitely no mystical creatures carrying spears standing guard over her.

It was enough to make a woman cry… if she weren’t so damn high.

But before she could further contemplate her pitiful state, she saw one of the shorter males clip up to her. He spoke softly to the huge guards, and they grunted something.

This one was one that she classified as a faun. He — for his nakedness except for his fur left that abundantly clear — was about her height of five feet four inches tall and looked to be a bit gentler than the ones she classified as satyrs. The major difference in her classification scheme was that the ones she considered fauns had smaller, branched horns like deer antlers and cute, elongated elf-like ears. The satyrs, on the other hand, had massive curled ram’s horns on either side of their heads. Their ears hung low like goats’ ears, and the dudes were massive. They all stood at least six feet four and were more heavily muscled than their faun counterparts.

In fact, it was the fauns who were dancing and having a blast while the satyrs looked on protectively with their big spears, big muscles and big… well, hung like a horse could have been rephrased as hung like a goat. But no one was pissing on anyone, so that was a good thing in her book.

The faun approaching her had a head full of long golden-brown curls which matched the mat of curls that covered his groin and legs. His cloven hooves were almost dainty when compared to the soup plates the satyrs clomped around on. His eyes were a gentle brown, and he offered her a tentative smile.

“Kalus urises?

Last one… the Alien Invasion is Real…. LOL

Okay, last one… one of my favorites… It’s call Art of War, War is my three eyed alien refugee trying to make it in this world with the help of his best friend and sponsor Joy. Meet War Ick Peace and Joy! *g* On, its rated R to be on the safe side and funny as hell! LOL

The Art of War

“I am through with men! I want you to shave a big honking sign on in my pubic hair that says tongue only!”
“You shave,” War pointed out, never looking up from the magazine he was silently perusing while his favorite human being had yet another breakdown. “You made a point of brining that fact to my attention when you were explaining human sexual practices, yes?”
“Then tattoo it on my butt for all I care! Just get it done!” Joy threw her arms up into the air; disgust plane on her face as she stomped about the large well lit room. “I don’t want to even look at something else with a dick one hand and a mouthful of lies pouring from its mouth.”
“I—um, I have a dick,” War pointed out, lazily turning pages. He sighed and leaned down on his desk, elbows braced, doing his best to pay attention to the article he was reading. Maybe, tattooing with precious metals would be possible using the marking techniques his people used for warrior rites….
“Yes,” Joy stopped pacing long enough to point out, “but you don’t count!”
With one last indignant stare, she stomped off towards the back room. Her voice was muffled but was clear enough for War to make out the words she shouted back to him. “You are like my best girlfriend and a big brother all rolled into one. And where I come from, you absolutely, positively, don’t screw around with family.”
“I see,” War sighed and shifted positions, leaning heavier on his right arm as he turned the pages of the magazine, paying her words minimal attention.
“I don’t know how it is where you come from on Diaagoba…”
“Gigaphomalpha, yes?” he absently corrected.
“Gagmealpha,” she called back, “But where I come from, you just don’t do your best girlfriend or your brother.”
“What are you babbling on about?” War finally looked up. He raised one black eyebrow, his emerald green eyes shining in the dim light of the room as he finally took a good look at his business partner.
The Joy who emerged from the back room was panting, her greenish-hazel eyes dull a she stared balefully up at him.
Today, her short hair was left in a natural riot of curls that exploded around her head, held back with a multi colored headband done all in pastels.
Her full figure was poured into a pair of aged denim jeans that emphasized the roundness of her hips and bottom while showcasing her long legs. As usual, she was sporting a t-shirt that bore the name of their unusual business, Art of War, in bold black letters that stood out against her full breasts. On her feet were her tall high motorcycle boots, showing her most recent mode of transportation for this week. The pale brown skin of her face and arms was flushed, showing both agitation with her current situation, and elation the wild ride she no doubt had getting in to work today. Her arms were crossed in agitation and her foot tapped impatiently as she glared at him.
“I am talking about the male of the species, War-Ick Peace! I am talking about those who possess an x and y chromosome. I am talking about the testicle swinging, penis wielding, forked tongued speaking men!”
“My tongue is forked,” War felt the need to point out. “And I do possess a penis, thought not the x-y chromosome, yes?”
“I said you were a brother and a best friend, War!” Joy all but whined, stomping her foot in irritation. “You don’t count!”
“Should I be insulted or relieved?” he mused as he sat back in his chair, rolling his green eyes at Joy. His blue one remained closed.
Grumbling, Joy stalked over to War’s chair and gave the floating thing a nudge with her hip.
“Be grateful,” she snorted, smiling as his blue eye opened and looked up at her form where it was comfortably situated on his forehead. “You don’t fall into the category of stupid male.”
“So I take it your date did not go well?” he asked, closing his third eye, the other two focusing in on him as he settled back in his char, a small smile pulling at his full lips.
“Understatement of the year,” Joy pulled out a chair and slumped down in it, pouting a little as she stared at her friend, “I didn’t think asses could exist without the benefit of a human body, but this guy was all walking ass. Probably why he used that strong cologne; trying to hide the shit smell.”
War grinned at that description, as he waited for his friend’s tirade to continue.
When she remained silent and brooding, he prodded her a little, poking at her with a long pale finger to the arm. “Are you going to tell me what this is about, yes? As a best fried/brother, I believe I am supposed to listen to you complain, then go and beat the guy who upset you into a bloody smear on the ground, no?”
Joy responded by sticking her tongue at him, which was a gesture he returned, wiggling both sides of his fork independently, making her smile before she swatted the air in his direction.
“Stop that! I’ll tell you as long as you stop making those obscene gestures.”
War smiled, knowing he was able to help ease her tension a little.
“So, tell me what happened.”
“I told you about my date with Simon,” she began.
“Yes, Simon the computer technologist who owned his own business, lived alone and not with his mother, and had not one but two degrees in computer engineering and business administration, yes?”
“Yes,” she crossed her arm and narrowed her eyes. “That’s the one. Simon Prentic, educated small business owner and all around prick.”
“What did he do?”
“Well,” Joy growled, “He forgot to mention one little thing when we decided to go on a date.”
“And that would be?”
“His wife and three kids. All of whom I got to meet when we stopped off at Freezy Bites for ice-cream after the movie.”
“No!” War gasped, all three eyes opening wide before narrowing in anger. “Why would he do such a thing?”
“To get a piece of ass!” Joy wield, throwing her arms up in the air. “Add getting ass! That is so wrong” she shook her head, face twisted in anger. “And those poor kids. His wife entered as we were sharing a dentist special, you know the ones with gummy bears, strawberries, pineapple, chocolate, coconut, and caramel on top?”
War nodded, face-growing solemn.
“Yeah, well we were down to the caramel sauce and feeding each other bites when his daughter runs over, she had to be o more than seven, War, and she asks why he was eating ice cream instead of out of town on business. So then his wife walks up with a one year old twin on each hip.”
“This was not good of him,” War shook his head sadly, reaching out to tug Joy close to his body, wrapping a brotherly arm around her.
“Well, of course his wife was not happy. I think she slapped him so hard that his back teeth fell out.” Joy smiled a little at that, though the smile did not last. “Then she turned to me and called me a man stealing whore.”
Joy shuddered but continued as she cuddled closer to War. “I jumped up and all I could say was that I didn’t know. She must have believed me because she just turned to Simon and slapped him again. Then he got up like he was going to hit her or something.”
“What happened?” War urged, feeling her body tighten up at the memories of the past night.
“I decked him in the jaw,” Joy smiled at that. “I didn’t mean to do it, it was more of a reflex than anything. But he was going to hit her while she had those babies strapped to her back. So I hit him instead…”she tailed off.
“And, yes?”
“And I knocked his ass thought the plate glass window,” she sighed.
War blinked all three eyes at her, before a grin spread across his face, showing the double set of fangs that peaked out almost daintily from his upper gums.
“I told you Gigaphomalpha marshal punching techniques wee helpful, yes?”
“And I thank you daily for the lessons,” she smiled. “And I am not going to be sued for the glass as the owner is a fan of your work. I promised him a painting, War. He’ll be in later today.”
War nodded, pleased to help out his best friend, partner, and sponsor.
“And there will be no assault charges because it was self defense. The wife and half the place gave eyewitness testimony. And the cops carried Simon away in cuffs.”
She shrank down once more and leaned into War’s shoulder, absorbing the radiant heat he seemed to throw off like some sort of alien space heater.
“I explained to the wife that I had no idea that he was married. Told her that nothing had happened thought we had been talking for a week or so before this first date. She understood but was so broken up, War. I felt so bad for her and for her kids. But she said that she was moving out to her sister’s place, that she could not sty with a man who would raise a hand towards her, especially with his kids in plain sight. So I once again, hate all men and am going to turned into a butch bull dike, shave my head, and wear lots of flannel, and find me a lipstick lesbian to tease with my whip skills.”
“Or you will dist yourself off and try again, yes?” War pointed out to her. “And you will not use those trite stereotypes, no?”
“No,” Joy sighed, pulling herself away from War’s embrace. “No I will not use trite stereotypes and no I will not dust myself off and try again. I need a dating break. I need… I need to see someone else happy first.”
She turned her head to eye War, a speculative look in her eyes.
“Joy,” War stiffened. “I do not like the look on your face, no,”
“I think you need to get out a little more, War,”
“No, Joy,” War was starting to look panicked. “I do not believe I need to explore this human thing called dating.”
“I know a lot of people who would find you very appealing,” her eyes roamed over his seated body.
“Joy, no,”
“It’s the third eyes, War, it gets women hot. And all of that blue streaked black hair….”
“Joy,” War moaned.
“And the forked tongue….”
“And my floating chair, yes?” he arced the eyebrow again, his blue eyes staring challengingly at her. “People on your planet like refugee aliens who do not have proper use of their lower extremities, yes?”
“Like they would care about that,” she snorted, waving the thought away. “You are seriously fine, War! You are so pretty, you damn near look like a girl! No one will care about the limited use of your legs.”
“So you say,” he sighed, turning away from her for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
It had been a long and difficult road that left him and the three hundred injured and recalled warriors to this small blue planet.
War, as he now accepted as his new name, had been an Elite Commander, the highest rank a warrior not of royal blood could achieve.
He commanded legions of men and women, all forged from the time of their conception to be the unstoppable warriors the Legion could be proud of.
Swift of mind and strong of body, he and his elite forces had been key in the triumph of the Legion over the forces of the Goditch, the bug like people who destroyed the treaty between their two people in order to take over and command the Cama Galaxy, the place where they all hailed.

I got your Tiger Shifter WIP right here…. NC 17 though… LOL

Remember I told you I have Tiger Shifters? LOL WEll…. meet some of them! This is from Tyger Burning Bright… *G* It is unedited NC 17 thought, warning you! It’s hot! LOL
“Oh my God, I don’t believe what my eyes are trying to tell me!”
“What?” the voiced in her hear squeaked. “What, Judy? What happened?”

“I just saw… oh my God! I can’t believe it! And right next door too!”
“What! What did you see? Judy, don’t make me come over there!”
“Mona,” Judy panted, her chest heaving and her panties decidedly damp as she watched the two men leave her sight. “Live yaoi!”
The squeal as her nest friend let out was almost deafening
“I’m coming over!”
“You are at work!”
“I can get out early!”
“They are inside now,”
“Damn.”
Judy cackled as she slammed the door to her Rent-A-Hauler truck and stepped onto the street in front of her new rental.
“Damn is too weak a word,” she moaned, fanning herself with a weak hand. “You didn’t see my neighbors.”
“Are they hot?”
“Out of Men’s fitness,” she moaned, leaning against the closed truck door as she began to picture all of the nasty little…big things the two hunks were going to be doing to each other. “One seme and one definite uke…I think. Maybe they switch?”
“I’m coming over.”
“Mona!”
“You need help unpacking and I need something pretty to look at. And are they right next door kind of neighbors or down the street neighbors?”
“Next door.”
“I’m bringing my video camera too!”
“Mona!”
“What? You not willing to share the eye candy? I’ll bring the wine.”
“Make it two bottles,” Judy chuckled. “It was a lot to see and from what I can tell,” she peered at the house where the two beautiful men had disappeared, “They don’t have curtains.”
“Need a roomie?” Mona chucked.
“Go away,” Judy laughed, her amusement easing some of the tension in her aroused body. “And hurry up and get here.”
“On my way.”
Judy disconnected the phone and chucked as she looked around her. It looked like she moved into the perfect neighborhood. Well, she allowed as she rose up and made the shirt walk up the driveway to the front door of her new rental, it had the perfect scenery.”

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“Harder!” Blake was moaning, his pleasure as his lover pounded into him harder.
His arms were thrown over Krika’s neck; his legs wrapped around his lover’s waist as the man tightened his grip on his waist and began to pound him in earnest.
“Kri!” he moaned, his head falling back as a his wild lover spread his knees further on the bed on which he knelt and braced him so he could give Blake was he was begging for.
Blake gasped at each thrust, the small sounds of shock and pleasure forcing itself from his throat each time his lover’s balls slammed into his ass, each time his pelvis hit the cushioned cheeks of his ass, each time his lovers wide cock speared him to the fullest.
He was lost in sensation, his head hanging back as he began to loose control of his body.
He was barely aware when Krika moved forward, dropping his back to the bounding mattress so that he cold loom over him.
The thrusts never stopped and neither did the words pouring for Kirka’s mouth.
“Such a pretty little ass,” he praised, “—tight little hole you have for me.”
His mindless chatter only added fuel to the flames of Blake’s desire as he stared deeply into the eyes of his lover, helpless mewls purring up from his throat.
“Yes, baby,” he spoke in low tones, a groan in his voice as he allowed his ling red hair to envelop both of their faces. “You like this dick in your ass? You like this dick fucking your ass?”
“Um hum,” Blake managed and that was about all he could. His body was shuddering, his muscles quivering under the steady onslaught of passion from Krika.
“Yeah?” Kirak asked, slowing his body until his thrusts took on a serpentine grind that sent fire shooting through his body,
“Yeah,” he breathed, his chest arching up as his form began to quiver uncontrollably.
“Yeah, baby. Mmm.” Kirka finally purred. “Love my baby’s tight ass. Love how you grip me. Yeah, tight little hole.”
Then suddenly he took up his pounding rhythm again.
Blake let out a yowl and reached for his cock, desperate to ease some of the tension that was driving him mad.
But Kria intercepted him.
“No, pretty kitty,” he breathed, “You come on my dick alone.”
Blake cursed in frustration before his eyes flittered shit as Krika shifted again, striking his prostrate and several nerves, making his body stiffen as the world began to spin madly around him.
“Can’t!” he panted, his head grinding into the pillows behind him. “Can’t hold—“
“Let it go, baby!” Kirka demanded, increasing the already demanding pace of his thrusts, spanking Blake’s ass with his hips and he powerfully slammed into the smaller make. “Let it all go for me!”
Blake was no panting, his hands helplessly digging into the bedding beside him as his fingertips began to tinge.
“Krika!” he shouted as he felt his control slip and his stomach muscles tighten as a shocking pleasure began to fill him.
“Yeah, baby,” Krika was shouting. “Come on. Let it go! Let it got baby.”
A burning pain ran down Blake’s limbs and mingled with the pleasure as if one was dependant on the other. Both grew and spread when combined, the burning, the itching the throbbing and tearing. He could not take much more! He was going to—break!
And when his control snapped, a sharp pain that was quickly lost in his pleasure buried his hands as long talons exploded, tearing into the bedding, sending tufts of cotton flying in the air around them.
“Kria!” Blake roared his lovers name as his body froze in a tight arch, as his head snapped forward as his body tired to curl in on itself.
He roared wordlessly as wide ivory fangs exploded from his upper jaw and the shadow of dark stripes flared up from beneath the surface of his skin.
“Fuck yeah!” Kriaka was moaning as Blake’s body went wild beneath him. “Yeah baby! Le it all out! Give it up to me! Give it up now~!”
And then without ever being touched, Blake’s thick cock exploded, sending streamers of pearly white semen spraying over the corded muscles of his chest.
He roared again and threw his head back as his body seemed to free itself form all restraints and shook violently. The walls in his ass slammed down on the long hard cock penetrating him and it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
“So good, baby,” Kirka was now purring, bending over him once more to lap at his neck, his hear, his chin, and finally at the blood that dripped form the side of his mouth from where his fangs tore through.
His body was sensitized and each of Krika’s movements sent another shaft of pure pleasure zooming through his being.
And Kirka was now going for his own release.
Blake managed t open his eyes and look up as his lover’s skin took on a mass of white stripes, as his bared his teeth and his own ling fangs exploded, as the hands beside his head twisted and cured into something that was a cross between human and beast.
Krika gave up his control and allows a partial shift even as his cock hardened further un in Blake’s ass before it began to throb and quiver.
“Here it comes, baby,” Kiraka growled, his voice going deeper as the partial change solidified. “Here it comes!”
Then Bake threw his hips up, tingling his hole around the formidable prick in his ass, pulling a shout from Kirka. “Yeah baby! Tighten around that dick! Clench down on it! Make me come!”
The warm gush of Krika’s release was a soothing balm that exited as Blake whimpered his acceptance of the gift his lover bestowed upon him.

And Krika trembled above him; he reached up and pulled the larger male to his chest, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he held his devastated lover.
Slowly, he could feel Krika’s muscles relax and giving into exhaustion as he shifted slightly so that he full weight was not on the smaller make, but she still enveloped him, protected him with his body.
“Perfect baby,” Kriaka moved again siding up so that he cradled Blake’s face in his neck as if sheltering him from the world, his own deep rumble of a purr joining with his lover’s.”
They lay devastated in a mass of tangled hair, sweat, and exhaustion but both were completely satisfied,
Blake knew that it would take some time for his outward changes to receded, but he didn’t mind so long as he was cradled comfortably in his lover’s arms.
Unlike Krika who could change at will, it was always a struggle for Blake to let go of the chains he placed on his own body. He had no idea why this was so, but both Amur and Kira figured it had something to so with his particular species of extinct tyger.
Caspian Tygers had been rare before Mongols invaded Russia and by the time he was discovered, he appeared to be the last one. He had no one to teach him the ways of his people so when he was discovered by the clan of Siberian’s who had taken him in, everything he learned about survival was based in instinct and need.
Krika figured that he needed to hide what e was from the nomadic tribe who had found him, so therefore it was hard for him to relax his control of the change.
But whatever the reason, he could change with a bit of effort, thought it took longer for him to return to his human shape.
But none of that mattered right now. Right now the sun was shining thought he windows, the air was warm and fragrant with he smell of animal musk and raw sex, and he was comfortable lost in the next of hair and skin that was created by his lover.
He would think more about things later, after a nap. And then his lover could tell him about this new border who moved in next to them and seemed oddly interested in the sight of two grown men kissing.