Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!! RETHUGS!!! (Republican Thugs) GRRR!!!

Crystal Ball Realm and All Within That   ; )  

"Be Cool Soda Pop!"(from "Veronica Mars   ; )

Tea and Mimosa Cheers   *  Merrie Lughnasad  and now Cheers Many Moons Thereafter


Media has MADE PEOPLE "DRONE" AGAINST HILLARY CLINTON!  NOW I WANT TO HIT BACK" AKA TO "DRONE" RETHUG MEDIA FOR "WHORING" (males and females) FOR TRUMP!


I AM SICK ABOUT HEARING ABOUT TRUMP!

I think Trump is SICK and all to whomever that vote for him IS WARPPED and  SICK!



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MSNBC  and all media has "dogged" Hillary.

SEE  How The Rethugs LIE!

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... to give as an example STILL  MSNBC AND CNN STILL CALL AN EVIL LOT (ISIS) BY A SACRED *FEMALE GOD (GODDESS) NAME  (ISIS)  ~  NOT AT LEAST ISIL OR USE THE PARIS NAME!    GRRR!

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... I prefer "commercials" ... than AGAIN listening to the "Whomever Is Running" Republican Presidential Election!


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5pm talk" should "NOT BE CALLED KIDDIE" Table   ~~~  tis at  "Happy Hour"!   M EDIA
JERKS   (ESPECIALLY FOX AND MSNBC AND CNN)


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REMEMBER  ~~     UNLESS... !!!          REMEMBER THE LORAX  thx to Dr. Seuss

UNLESS SOMEONE LIKE YOU CARES A WHOLE AWFUL LOT  ...

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax      

... ALWAYS BOWS AND BLESSINGS TO DR SEUSS!

STRATEGY    ~  I Was a Poor student at USC/then worked for 'SC (Staff Member)
 I did not have much $!   :(   :)
 

I HAD TO DO SOMETHING, thus as MANY with low means, we used our VOICE and BODY! 

I Led yet  WE TOOK  over the Canadian Embassy and MANY Other LOCATIONS

(and camped on lawn at US Federal Building, then 2)


>>>   YOUR TURN!   <<<
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NOW REGARDING SOI MILK/SOY MILK

NO COW! 
I Who Was "A Bottle Baby" , as many, is how we became COW EATTERS!!!   RE~TEACH!




OKAY! 
STRATEGY:   IDIOT ISIL YOU ARE CURSED BY THIS OL' LADY ~ AND  TO  WHOMEVER THAT WISHES TO JOIN IN!  MWAH HaHa  DO NOT CHANGE WORDS  ~  FOR THEN TIS "YOURS"!

ALL THOSE INVOLVED  ~~  YOU ARE DAMNED BY YOUR WORDS AND ACTIONS AND BREATH!   BY ME AND BY MANY

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(JFI I WROTE The Spell MANY TIMES, so ...)


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BTW I Now Can FINALLY SEND  (without cover letter ;)   ~  What I Wrote:   No Opinions Allowed!  It Just Is!

Morgan:  The Wolf’s Revenge

 

Word Count:   1,734

 

D. Morrigan Conway-Mucha

 

 

Morgan: The Wolf’s Revenge

 

By D. Morrigan Conway-Mucha

 

The sun was setting as the moon was rising. She watched a horrid and tragic TV

 

show. A poor ram was standing, shaking as an arrow struck him. Then another arrow

 

struck and another struck. Blood ran down his side, where the arrows hit. He screamed

 

in pain, yet no one came to help and stop this murder.

 

Morgan started breathing deeply and rapidly. She stood. Reasoning left her. She

 

snorted, paced, while a transition occurred. Hair slowly grew from her body. Her hands

 

transformed from fingers and palms to elongated paws with deadly claws. Saliva drooled

 

down from her razor sharp long fangs.

 

Morgan threw her paws up in the air and breathed slowly as she lowered her

 

transforming paws to become hands, once again. She was slowly changing, now turning

 

back to human.

 

“I must keep control, for now,” she growled, “but I will stop this cruelty!”

 

She walked to her altar, a dark space in her small cabin in the mountains.

 

Windows graced all directions save for this one space where a strange figure stood in the

 

center—a wolf gargoyle it was called. Portraits of dragons hung from what little wall

 

space there was around her little home. On the few pedestals were ceramic ravens, small

 

resin dragons, and wolf statues. A full black wolf’s body hung from the rafters.

 

From the many windows one could see many old trees.

 

Near the home megaliths, much like Stonehenge, were placed throughout the area, with

 

marble statues of dragons and wolves looming nearby. Living ravens were wildly flying

 

overhead.

 

At her alter Morgan went over to the wolf gargoyle—the very one she had

 

purchased at a dusty old curio shop in England many moons ago—and started praying to

 

The Guardian Spirit, ending with the raising of her voice and the raising of her arms she

 

demanded…

 

“I SWEAR IT!”

 

She took her sharp dragon knife and slowly drew it across her rapidly pulsing

 

vein on her wrist until her blood came gushing out. She let the blood drip over the wolf

 

gargoyle and said, “By the power of the blood of The Alpha Wolf…So Shall It Be!”

 

Morgan went outside towards the old fir trees. Upon a mound on the hill she

 

howled a loud but guttural howl and then waited. Suddenly Danu appeared—a huge,

 

beautiful white Wolf, with light gray hairs along her back. Morgan hugged and petted

 

Danu then buried her face in Danu’s thick winter‘s fur.

 

“We have another mission, my sister.” Morgan said.

 

Danu whined and head-butted Morgan’s upper part of her leg - a sign of love and

 

respect. They both raised their noses in the air and howled. In the far distance howls

 

could be heard in response.

 

Later that night Morgan went to the meeting of The Clan of the Wolf. Fires were

 

blazing deep within the densest and less traveled part of the forest. Around the fires

 

danced both men and women savagely, of all races, with wolves running freely nearby.

 

Morgan joined the dance. Wild, she released all bonds which inhibited her — having to

 

normally act so normal. She grabbed a young man with dark hair and glistening, dark

 

eyes. As they twirled around like the wind, he ripped her top and she slashed his neck

 

with her claw-like fingernails. He lifted her high in the air and carried her towards the

 

beer and wine area. They grabbed drinks, spilling the thick red wine down the front of

 

them. They settled on the ground and played a bit amongst themselves. Watching “the

 

dancers” around the fire, they stretched on their bellies.

 

An older man and woman came forward and started howling. Silence came

 

over the revivaling crowd. They began speaking about this meeting and how a larger

 

heralding of the whole wolf clan was to occur soon, but for now to enjoy this meet. All

 

howled and cheered, with the dance around the fires starting again.

 

Nearby there were a few young men speaking Spanish. They were human but

 

with fangs brazen as they spoke. “Quierro comerla et comerlo. Quierro comerso presa.”

 

“Yes, humans are prey.” A few others laughed as they walked up.

 

The young man Morgan had danced with, howled and agreed with the young

 

wolfmen. Morgan got up and angrily walked away. She softly called Danu as she

 

“stormed” away from the party.

 

“All they want is death for death’s sake; whereas, I feel I have a righteous purpose

 

for the calling of the blood,” she said to herself as she brewed and walked further and

 

further away. Danu walked up.

 

“Sister, it will be just you and me for this revenge, but you cannot taste blood this

 

time, unless I call for blood.” Lowly she growled, while scratching and petting Danu.

 

“We will feed later.”

 

She drew up her up her hands and turned into a wolf and with Danu ran home.

 

“If your days are too busy, of if you are new to the hunt, come to Wildlife Hunts

 

for the thrill of a lifetime. Just from $500 to $3,000 for the kill—fenced in animals.”

 

”Wildlife Hunts (212) 555-KILL.”

 

Near daybreak two wolves jump the private hunting reserve’s fence. In the

 

language of the wolf she tells Danu to stalk behind the men. Then, as a lion, she lies

 

in wait for her prey. The camouflaged dressed men checked their arrows as they walk.

 

They all are talking in a joking manner about the kill.

 

Yes, lil Timmy is going for his first kill today,” teased Larry. ”Can he stomach

 

it? Sometimes it takes more than 6 bowshots to kill it. Ha, Ha. And they bleat or cry out

 

in pain. Uh, can you handle the blood?” The men laughed and jostled each other.

 

A journalist was part of the group, with a cameraperson with him. Dylan

 

turned away towards the camera acting like he was working on the camera. Instead

 

he whispered to Allison, “I hate these fucking assholes. I can hardly wait to “shoot

 

them and they get what they deserve.” Allison agreed. Morgan overheard and saw this

 

exchange.

 

“There they are,” quietly said the male pack leader, as they walk along the main

 

artery of the path.

 

“There they are standing among that patch of trees,” whispered another man in the

 

group.

 

“Amongst scrawny trees where there is not a breath of honest shelter for mere

 

pets in a fenced cage, you bloody demons,” Morgan with pure anger, thought. She lied in

 

wait, as they crept by. She saw their bows and arrows in the quivers.

 

“Yeh, there the rams are. I see them,” whispered Jake pointing.

 

He raised his bow and began loading the arrow. She pounced. Within a breath

 

she had Jake by the throat. Again she was turning into a human. Naked, with her claw-

 

like hand, she held onto Jake, with the other she ripped off his shirt. She loosely tied it

 

around her hips, leaving her breasts exposed. The men shook at what they just saw, yet

 

the faux hunters also leered at the beautiful thing.

 

“I will kill him if you do not put down the bows.” She snarled. “If you don’t, I

 

will rip his throat then escape before you can kill me. I guarantee you I will escape and

 

then go and kill your wives or other loved ones,” she threatened. “You like blood so

 

much, then you will personally know bloodshed.”

 

Danu jumps on the hunters from their backs, knocking the men down. Baring her

 

teeth, saliva dripped down as she stood over the pack leader. The men shook as the ram

 

did on the show. All the bows and arrows were immediately thrown off to the side.

 

“Now, you will do the following. You will stop this type of false kill, now. You

 

will close this type of blood-sport company now. You will care for these domesticated

 

animals their whole lives. If they are wild you will release them. And tell others what

 

you have seen and tell them I will visit them if they do not follow these rules!” I will

 

always be watching your actions. You will get a reminder that I am watching every year.

 

“Woman!” Morgan walks over to Allison and grabs the camera, which she

 

promptly destroys. She then takes the film and destroys that also.

 

“Woman, you leave with these men now.” “Man, you stay,” pointing at Dylan.

 

She slowly transforms into a wolf while she destroys the bows and arrows. Danu

 

pees on the wrecked bows and arrows, then they both howl and both wolves were gone,

 

like a bad dream.

 

Dylan’s Story:

 

(He wrote in his journal.)

 

A wolf reappears. She growls but then does a whining noise and comes slowly

 

towards me. I am scared, yet, hypnotized. I walk to her and pet her. Softness I have

 

never felt. I immerse my noise within her soft fur.

 

She turns into a woman and, with my noise between her breasts—my lips and

 

mouth finds her nipple. She is naked — forbidden to touch, yet I must. She is beautiful-

 

-her hair is wild. Luscious, animalistic, dangerous she was. She bites my neck, blood

 

trickles down my neck She licks me down my body, slowly. I quiver. She goes back to

 

my neck and slowly licks my blood then bites my neck again, passionately as she mounts

 

me - as she hungrily kisses my lips. Her tongue embraces mine. We both groan in

 

ecstasy.

 

“I will see you again.” She turns into a full wolf then runs to the fence and jumps

 

it. She is gone. In the distance, I hear a howl. Allison runs up to find him partially

 

naked, as he is lying amongst the grassy ground and leaves. He stands and moves

 

towards the fence. He hears howls in the distance and her words were heard on the wind,

 

“I will see you again.” Allison runs to him. Standing behind him they hear howls in the

 

distance. He thinks of her last words, “I will see you again.”

 

A scene with environmental regular setting...

 

Another  scene, “A ‘gruff’ voice is overhead saying, “She can only be at one place at a time”.”

 

The End …