“Much more genius is needed to make love than to command armies.”


Ninon de L’Enclos

Daciana looked up at the faded picture of her first grown male wolf with her pen tapping her lips to an old song of love and loss. She loved that big brute. She had trained him from a pup given her by the old master. During that time, he taught her the duties of the wolfkeeper and the dark arts of passion and lust.

She could feel the knots of rope digging into her flesh along the meridians of nerves that set her skin afire. She touched the leather choker with silk lining on her neck and remembered how her master had made the wolf badge of silver melted from his rings. He made it in the image of her wolf.

A tear fell to the journal as she recalled in vivid detail the night he gave it to her. She believed in her heart it was the night he whelped their daughter from her zealous womb. Daciana glanced over at her sleeping daughter. Dari was fourteen now, too young to learn all the secrets of a man’s heart and too young to discover her own heart. In time she will learn both.

Daciana knew her time was finished. Her master had died long ago, and no man had visited her since. They feared her wolves and the rumors of what she could do with rope and chain. What I can do is take the beast from a man and give him nourishment for his soul. I can liberate him from hate by making all of his pain go away and keep it for myself. It’s their hate of each other that burns the world to the ground in every generation. It’s their defeat they cannot live with, and so they kill the things they love. They kill their women with fists, knives, guns, silence, and words. I take that away from them.

The wolfkeeper looked down at the page. She wanted to leave her last words for her daughter. Daciana thought how she had only shown her the softest part of being a woman; how to care for the burdened, how to be compassionate, and empathetic. She would be a wolfkeeper too but instead of an addiction to the pain a man can give, she wanted her to be a caretaker of their soul. Dari would learn about love by giving love and feeling it returned to her in a thousand ways.

Satisfied, she inked a secret message and placed the journal on the table for Dari to find. In the old chest in her closet, Daciana took out a measure of rope and wrapped it around her waist. She pulled on her boots, threw on her hooded wool jacket, slipped across the castle grounds, and into the dark forest.

 
Wolves

In that state between sleep and wake
traversing birth and mortality
there is the faintest hint of earthy candles,
macabre dreams interrupted by sighs
the soft strophe of sonnets and the odd
sensation of strung pearls  falling like
tiny moons through my open palm.
At the boundaries I find you
not your spirit or rose tinged snow,
but flesh and bone and sinew.
Now I am sleeping less
roused by the wing beats of boreal Owls
circling ancient Cypress,
their knife edge talons entwining knotty branches.
When sleep intrudes fitful winds erupt
feathery curtains, vibrate my hemispheres.
A  swift breeze lifts me over the
valley to a moonlit hillside of sweet lea
where a silver wolf lies down beside me.
He is the scent of golden meadows and
his eyes are the color of the eastern sky.

A poem Gifted by Holly Rene Hunter - House of Heart 2019

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59 thoughts on “The Wolfkeeper’s Secret

    1. Hi S. Hope your weekend is going well for you. I think goosebumps is precisely the right feedback for this scene. I do take a little liberty with the male psyche for this Lupine story, but it isn’t far from the truth. If our nature to protect and provide for family is out of balance with our violent nature, we can be drawn to our darkness for satisfaction. Hence, the violence we see erupting all over the world. Anytime society, government rule, and religion attempt to deny the nature of men and force a new nature, the balance is broken. Crime, violence, greed, and the need for power become the surrogates for balance. Nurture the family who nurtures the tribe with honest sons and daughters allows peace and prosperity to thrive. This is sort of an undercurrent for the story. Thank you for this great comment and for hanging in there with the dark parts.

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      1. 💙💙💙loved reading the dark parts and completely enjoyed this narrative. Whatever you write is accompanied by something more intense and I have to stop and think about it for a second or two! Always amazed and always gripped by your writing.

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        1. I hope you like Scene 22 coming up Wednesday. I’ve been edited it for a week now trying to get it right. Hopefully I’ll finish editing tonight. This ties up the Wolfkeeper chapter and then it’s back to check on Alexandra. 🦹🏻‍♂️🐺

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    1. Thank you so much Kymber! Ms. Holly is such a talented poetess and I am indeed fortunate she is so kind and agreed to let me use her poem in the story. Wolves fits so well in this story I plan to return focus to it throughout the story.

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                1. I bet you could do one on Boomcha and we’d all have a hangover the next day and our hair would be a mess. I’d spend all day trying to figure put whose shoes I wore home and why do I have a bikini bottom in my pocket? It would be real in sim world

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                  1. LOLOLOLOL That sounds like a fun time! 😂😂 This didn’t make it into my story, but one of my sims had a keg party… in the front yard and got arrested after a most brilliant keg stand! 😂

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    1. Awesome Lauren! I do hope your hike goes well. And thank you so much. Holly is a remarkable talent and beautiful person inside and out. I’ve followed her for several years like yourself. You both have such an amazing and kind tolerance to eccentric rambling. We share a lot of common history and recently, I asked if I could use her poem which she graciously agreed to. We’ll see much more of this poem as it’s secrets are revealed.

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      1. The hike was lovely, it was right next to a nature center where they had some bald eagles, squirrels, a coyote, a Missouri tarantula, and all kinds of reptiles and slithery things.

        I’m going to have to follow her – I like to surround myself with great writing. Your rambling provides many smiles and hoots! ❤

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        1. Awesome. They probably have my nose prints cleaned off all the glass by now. I do enjoy being able to safely ogle the creatures without getting bit. Alrighty then! If you get smiles and hoots it’s a good thang and I’ll just keep on a keepin’ on. 😁

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  1. This line of yours, a simple mundane detail, is exactly what your keen eye sees that brings me right into the scene. It’s not a thrusting, decapitation, villainous act, but it’s what people will do…and it’s what makes your writing real…” with her pen tapping her lips to an old song of love and loss…”It’s a simple line, but if you take a bunch of simple lines, with good plotting and characters, it’s what makes a great book!

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    1. I appreciate your taking note of that line, George. It is what people do when they are thinking and their presence in the here and now is obscured in that thought. We are both telling fantastical tales and yet in every chapter is that piece that brings into the scene because our minds feel the familiarity of it. Let’s keep that going.

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          1. Yo! While in the shower, I think I just thought of a way to bring the beds back into the story, AND tie it into the chapter that’s currently posted. Will try to write it tonite. Talkin’ to you helped stimulate my mind! Thanks!

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  2. Ah, the dark arts of passion and lust! So here she is, 14 years later, her time is done, yes…the men feared what she could do with rope and pain. (Well, that might make her more popular these days!) but we will have a new wolf Master to look forward to..one that will transcend the addiction to the pain that men bring and will give enough love nurture their very souls! How do I find a woman like that? Beautifully written and nostalgic…I wonder what’s in that secret message and how it will help transform Dari? Again, you leave the seed of intrigue making me anxious to turn the page…or in this case…visit the next post! Bravo! “they kill their women with fists, knives, guns, silence, and words…” Poetic. More like lyrics. Wonder how the Cranberries would sing that line?

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    1. LOL! I sometimes feel that Dracul’s vampiresses and Sherrilock Holmes, the immortal dominatrix along with Panty Goatee (visualize that name for a moment) have had a profound affect on me and my noir gothic werewolf storytelling abilities. To me, 14 years doesn’t seem like a long time but for Dari in this scene, it’s a lifetime. The secret to avoiding an addiction to the pain men give is to learn how to distract them with nudity. Gets me every time. A guy can be a raving lunatic on the beach trying to remove a dozen sandspurs from his foot when he suddenly spies some sweet cheeks wiggling by. Burrfoot goes all puffy chest and well mannered with his droopy marshmallow buns all squooze up tight and looking good. When sweetcheeks is out of whiner range, it’s back to caterwauling and picking out sandspurs. There is something feral and raw about that power a nekkid AI like Akira has even on assassins. That scene is forever burned in my mind as she calmly disassembled the threat in her birthday suit. Epic. I think the Cranberries could make a platinum record out of a Zombies II song using fists, knives, guns, silence, and words. The next post ties the last three together in a grand finale of hip and knee bruising action. Much is revealed and new mysteries uncovered.

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      1. That’s the only way men marry and the human race reproduces…men’s brain’s click’s “off” as those sweet cheeks wiggle past! Trust me, I know! LOL! I think the three of us are profoundly influencing each other…

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        1. To be honest. I think I’m easier to tolerate in a social beach setting with a beer and my brain switched off. It’s not hard to do now that women have fully embraced the no tan lines philosophy. Can you imagine the three of us on a beach vacation in the Florida Keys? I’m sure Drac would have some very interesting vampire chronicles to post.

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          1. My brain is mostly switched off now, because the young hotties are no longer jumping into my convertible, and, like Daciani, I know my time is finished as I sit her listening to songs of love and loss…

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            1. We are sharing an equal dose of the reflective stage of life. The real me is a dark elf of antiquity dressed in a velcro attached velour catfish costume. I mourn the loss of my superhero status as the Emperor of Darkness and Light. Now, when females of feral allure look into my Marius the Agent of Doom eyes, they cross their hands over their chest, back up, and look away. Before, they asked for a key to my room and a ride in my turbo-charged armoured car with breast vibrating sound system. They liked that. It was real living. Damn! I still have a great imagination, even though the rest of me has long outlived my useful service life. Seriously, I’m doing all I can to accept life as it is and writing has helped me bring my introspection of life and reflections on ancient memories to light. My noir fiction is spray painted over my cracked leather soul. Let us make the best of it and leave it all in the stories we write.

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                  1. I’m meditating on my core story…the beds…which I will attempt to bring back into the next blog. I feel my characters have been established in the minds of my reading audience..(you and a few others, lol…but that’s all I need!)

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            1. It would be a delightful SNL Three Amigos script. Dracul’s ability to find lovely vampiresses on every corner is a handy skill to have. And I’m sure he could talk Sherrielock Holmes, the immortal twin sister of Sherlock Holmes and world class dominatrix, to join in the fun.

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    1. I am thrilled and releaved you found this part of the story a good fit for your beautiful poem. I really did worry that the story and poem had to enlighten each other and did I find that connection. The secret, which is no secret, is that the feminine and masculine live in harmony with the empowerment of each other in balance. Like the wolf pair, we must have a Yin and Yang to achieve a balanced whole. When that balance is disturbed we begin to see the horrific relational problems that plague us. The problem might be in how different people perceive balance versus the intrinsic nature of true balance. The story of Daciana and Dari is the counter balance to the forces that resulted in Alexandra’s wounding. Your poem so beautifully expressed that life journey to find the silver wolf so necessary to the people of this story. It now lives in this story and will reappear from time to time, to include the symbolic wool coat and choker with the wolf badge. Thank you so much, Rene, for helping me write this story.

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      1. You’ve expressed the nature of man and woman and the intricacies of that interweaving beautifully. Your story delves deeply into the love, passions, the desire to protect and the spiraling into war and violence. That you injected my poetry into this amazing work is astounding and thrilling for me.

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        1. As the Gunny used to say, “It’s a thing of beauty.” It’s a great feeling to know. I was quite confident you would nail it and I knew it was the right words for the story when I read it. High five my dear friend 🖐🏼 we did it!

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  3. WOW!!!! No kidding more rules and training is needed to make love! Wow, you need a cold shower! HAHAHAHA I’m always amazed at what comes out of your mind. I really miss the mermaids, is the story pushed aside for good?
    Is there a way I could get a copy of the whole story, I’d like to read it again as one story instead week by week. My memory is getting worse, another lapse, sad to say. Have a great day.
    love ya

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