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August 29, 2022

Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate by Savnna Kougar

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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction.Lion’s Gate 2022 Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!

Good snarling gracious, it’s been a challenging 8/8 day already. However, challenge met and THANK THE DIVINE overcome. So far. 

INTERRUPTION: August 14, 2022. With the monumental recent events and the unpredictability of my life, this post has been delayed. 

On a sentimental note my novella TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS was e-published 8/8/2008. Unfortunately, the owner of the company went bad. I had planned to revise and publish again…but so it goes, time disappeared. Yeah, I still love that story, and could pen a sequel…blurb is on the sidebar.

Lion’s Gate: This Ancient Egyptian Star-Aligning Event is Opening …

This portal has been called the infinity portal or the Lion’s Gate, an energetic activation of the numbers 8/8, August: eighth month, in the sign of Leo the lion, on the eighth day of the year. The Month of the Lion. Right now we are in the astrological sign of Leo and this lion is a natural leader when all aspects are balanced.

The lioness within me roars. Now, as individuals, we relentlessly ROAR our sacred voices together in a new chorus of freedom and harmony. For, THE GREAT HARMONY of the Aquarian Age is here–front and center for humanity. It is how we win the day for GOODNESS and Justice for ALL on beloved Mother Earth, and in the whole beautiful starry cosmos surrounding us.

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“Together, woman and man, we are the strong roaring rulers of this LION’S GATE. The stellar energies. I am Pasha,” the gorgeous woman with dangerous sexy curves introduced herself. “It is a pleasure to meet you, elder Kymbra. You have yet to remember. We knew each other in Egypt Atlanta.” 

Tingles raced spectacularly through Kymbra–the knowing, her inner knowing. “Good to meet you, Pasha. Your words resonate.” She spoke as curiosity ran out of control.  “Can you tell me more?”

“It is not wise to reveal much before the imminent discovery of our pyramid in Wolf’s Peak.” Pasha subtly, sensuously flipped her long hair, a brilliant shade of red. 

Kymbra’s eyebrows shot for the glorious blue sky, yep, above the small private veranda.

“We will cross that momentous bridge soon.” Pasha swayed toward her, seating herself–goddess royalty on the paradise-lovely divan across from Kymbra. 

“You and I, we don’t pussyfoot around.” Pasha smiled, her inner strength obvious. “We rise with the power of fierce lionesses during the Lion’s Gate.”

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“The RISE OF THE GREAT AQUARIAN-AGE LION begins,” Kymbra spoke her intuitive insight. “Now despite all the terrible challenges–the rise of the brave lionesses and lions at this time who love this world. Those who would save it for a good and most amazing DIVINE future. 

Pasha gracefully nodded in agreement. “With our ferocious and Spirit-wise roars we transform life for All. As sacred celestial lionesses we lead this time. Not as superior to the lion, to his intrepid charge, but as real and cherished companions.”

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 “Yes. I see it…in my mind’s eye.” Kymbra sipped her fruity tea as she gazed into their magnificent and adventurous cosmic time ahead.

 “It is the Pyramid of the Sun Lion King, a golden frequency temple of multi-universe function. What wii shortly be revealed.” Pasha’s eyes blazed gold for several seconds. 

Unblinking, Kymbra stared, her nerves exploding firecrackers.

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“Lavender Lioness, did you not name yourself such in your college days, Kymbra?”

Staggered to her core, Kymbra slowly nodded. “When I was writing poetry, short stories…my creative writing classes.” Memories flooded. “I was told by one professor, good guy actually, that I would never be a successful author because my writing was ‘old school’–or not in the style of Ernest Hemingway. But he, the professor, liked it.” Kymbra paused, recalling more. “must have, since I got an ‘A’.” 

“Ahhh, yes, Mr. Hemingway. He and his brother searched for the remains of Atlantis around Cuba. Beneath the waters.” 

“Said he was searching for German U-boats,” Kymbra couldn’t resist “Also his mother, his family were friends with the Sleeping Prophet, Edgar Cayce. He revealed info about Atlantis.” 

“Yes, it is so. Edgar Cayce also spoke about feline races living in ancient Egypt.” Pasha smiled as if she knew a delicious secret.

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 “Another lifetime?” Kymbra asked, whirling inside. It felt as if she had no foundation–yeah, lifted aloft by a cyclone. 

“No, dear Kymbra.” Pasha paused. Her eyes flashing again, she brought in a large long breath. “I lived during that ancient time–as I am living now. Here in Wolf’s Peak.”

Kymbra whirled faster now, her insides ethereal as wind. “Like an immortal?” 

“Yes, in a manner of speaking.” Pasha elegantly flipped her hair. 

Kymbra’s jaw dropped as the woman’s eyes switched to feline. Briefly.

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 “Uhh-uhh.”

“Yes. I am what is known as a cat shapeshifter…as were many of the goddesses in Atlantis, then Egypt.” 

“And I knew you? in that lifetime.” Kymbra tried touching ground, inwardly that is. Was this reality? Something rang true, though. She admitted that much to herself.

“You did know me. Have you seen Bastet and the lioness, Sekhmet–the statues from those ancient times?”

Kymbra could only nod. The images vividly seized by her mind. The new paradigm crashed into her awareness. 

“The truth becomes a precious gemstone with the passage of time.” Pasha softly intoned. “With the diabolical obfuscation of truth by those who would wrongly rule.”

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Kymbra absorbed Pasha’s words. “I could not have said it better…but I’m not a lioness shapeshifter.” She fully met Pasha’s direct gaze. “You are a lioness?”

“One breed, yes, so to speak.” 

There was a fearsome silence between them as if the universe readjusted itself. Certainly, she was reborn again, in a ‘high strangeness’ sort of way. Wow oh wow. Within, Kymbra shook and spun spiritually.

“Many dimensions, many mansions…” Kymbra trailed off. “I always think of the Star Wars bar room scene…it seemed so real to me.” 

“A true telling of that ‘space opera’ story. One that is a mere 3500 years ago.” Pasha smiled, a beguiling lioness.

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“So, it is true…was true,” Kymbra mused. Wild excitement coursed through her, unstoppable. “I’d like to remember that life experience.” 

“When the sacred appointment arrives, you will.” Pasha swayed in her chair, a natural seductress. “During that era I fought alongside the White Lion clan. Their starships were superior in flight.” Pasha’s face shone with radiant happiness. “Tales for another day, Kymbra.” 

“Now that’s something to live for,” she enthused. A lurking cloud of despair lifted from Kymbra. “Are there white lions with wings…like in fantasy art? They seem real somehow.”

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 “There are, absolutely. Many roam the ethers or the interdimensional realms. These majestic beings adored living in and also visiting the high civilizations of Lemuria and Atlantis, then of Tartaria…now the Lion Angels, as they are known, are beginning to come here–to join in the battle against our dark-force enemies. They are savage warriors, ruthless avengers.” 

 Kymbra reeled. “Too darn cool. I,” she glanced at Pasha. What the heck. “I have seen visions of a lion humanoid. He’s a tan golden color. It feels as if we know each other.”

“Ahh yes. He is a protector. Mostly during your life in ancient Egypt when lion humans protected the Good Ones.”

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“I miss him. My lion man.” 

“Currently, he protects you in the dream-walking dimensions. The dangers of the lower astral plane.”

“I am grateful. I need all the help I can get. I know I do.”

“The dangers of this Earth incarnation are indeed, unparalleled.” Pasha’s expression turned somber. “We need you, elder Kymbra, as one of us.”

“That’s hard for me to fathom.” Kymbra shrugged a bit. “Although, the more I learn…am learning…I will do whatever I can…of course.” 

“Your destiny will be fulfilled. We will work together often.” Pasha assured in a manner Kymbra actually believed. “As we have partnered before.”

A sizzle swept through her, then a remembrance. “Who is the exotic kingly white lion I am seeing?”

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 Pasha grinned, a precocious cat, obviously aware of Kymbra’s psi-image. “He was our Obi-Wan Kenobi. Perhaps he returns to us at this crucial X-moment.” 

“Like a Jedi master. Well, that is intriguing. Did he sacrifice his physical life as Obi-Wan Kenobi did?” 

“No. He temporarily phased out of existence.” Pasha’s eyes glimmered stars. “Nzartha relocated to another world where our enemies could not follow.”

“Nzartha,” Kymbra repeated, wishing he would appear–a child’s wish though. 

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“Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate.” Pasha rumbled an eloquent raworrr. “We wiil be companion warrioresses again.” 

“The sooner, the better. I hope Dangerous isn’t promising the moon when it comes to my recovery.”

“The moon, we should visit once again.” Pasha chuckled a mew. “It was once a wonderful playground. I hear it is gradually being restored now that enemy races have been eliminated.” 

“Greys, Dracos…?” 

“Those and others. I have a feeling Nzartha charged through the violet light gateway to bite, scratch, and claw their nefarious ugly hides.”

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 With a sensual shimmy, Pasha asked, “Would you care to see one of his top captain warriors?”

 “Please…” Instantly, a large holo image appeared. “Incredibly wow.” 

“Yes, he is impressively handsome. However, he doesn’t hold a battle sword next to White Fang, my mate. “You’ll meet him soon.” 

Kymbra could only imagine given the fantasy-hunk lion warrior before her.

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“Is your mate a white lion from the clan you fought with?” 

“I had many offers of marriage, but no, Kymbra. Let us say none suited my desires. Only when I arrived here in the Peak to claim revenge against a notorious crime boss. He killed my friend…ah, again that is a story I will tell later.”

AUGUST 24, 2022 NOTE: Another major life interruption. 

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 “I will look forward to that story. Believe me.” As if she watched a big-screen film, a space odyssey, lion people starred in various roles. An enormous, dark silvery starship orbited Earth several times, then slid through the atmosphere like a gigundis fish. 

“Yes, Kymbra, we cat-genetic humans arrived on Terra as a benevolent force to assist the people. Once Atlantis fell to its final destruction. During that eon there were many malevolent species attempting to not only rule but genocide most of the remaining humans.”

“Why genocide?”

“It Is ultimately a battle for galactic power. In secret, in ages past, the human population was developed with the potential to become those who own spectacular super abilities. As well you were gifted with the Great Divine Spark…beyond other races.”

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 Kymbra’s eyes popped wide. Realization dawned bright, like a tremendous light bomb. “That’s why we’re being horribly tested, as humans…now. To earn those super powers.” 

Pasha gave a regal nod. “Yes, although the satanic cabal has cleverly exceeded their right to test Earth humanity. Most sadly.”

“Most sadly,” Kymbra echoed in a murmur. 

“We cat people, we the lion peoples roar in our love, in our partnership with Divine humans. We are comrades in the fight for galactic freedom.”

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Kymbra buzzed, resonated with renewed Spirit. “Galactic freedom. Freedom…precious freedom. I’ve wanted freedom, to run with wolves so to speak, ever since I was itsy bitsy. Yeah, I’m guilty. I like “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

“We are of the same sacred nature, you and I. Freedom, true freedom for our eternal souls.” Pasha gave a fierce feline shake. “Rawrrrr!” 

Kymbra grinned, wider than she had for months and months. “Impressive. Tell me how you arrived on Earth.” 

“Our people, while sailing the galactic waves, noticed there was a change in this solar system, your source of nourishing light. What is now the current sun had arrived. We chose to explore, to follow this new celestial beam. After all, we are Sun Lions.”

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“That is mega fascinating.” 

“Like us, our ships bask in and soak up the resplendent rays. We have many such sun-paradise ports of call–rather like enjoying a tropical vacation here.” 

“Makes me think of the Virgin Islands–bare-boating, the beauty of the sun, the turquoise sea, the feeling of sun and sea on my skin.” Kymbra paused for a breath, “But the solar power fuels your ships?” 

“We would say ‘energizes’.” 

“That makes sense. I am energized when I’m outside or sunbathing.”

“We will visit my favorite sun replenishing spots here.”  

“I would love that.” 

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Pasha positively glowed. “You know, Kymbra, those of us who are brave of heart…we warrioresses with battle souls, those of us who nourish our Spirit with ferocious freedom…we boldly leap through the celestial Lion’s Gate.”

“To achieve our golden destiny on Earth…then, in the stars.” Kymbra nearly sprang to her feet, her healing leg only stopping her. “BOOM-BOOM BOOM-BOOM BOOMERANG…BANG-BANG.” She aimed her finger like a gun. “Bing bang boom, the despotic scumzoid globalists are going down.” 

“Down for the Universe-eternal count. Absolutely. For, we will use our pyramid’s power with uncompromising wisdom.”

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“Ladies.” The Danger Man approached. With a charming grin, he doffed his cowboy hat. 

“Finished working with your horses?” Kymbra ignored her stupid raging attraction. It’s only hormones…it’s only hormones. 

“Yep, darlin’. Later we’ll be taking a walk. Give my regards to White Fang, beautiful Pasha.” With that Dangerous spun on his bootheel, swaggering from them. 

Pasha giggled knowingly. “He’s got a big ole hankerin’ for you, ma’am. As they say in these parts.” She tossed her hair for emphasis. “I’m learning Old West speak.” 

“Yeah, it’s a problem,” Kymbra muttered, rolling her eyes. “I don’t understand it–given my age.” 

“It’s different here in Wolf Peak..finding a mate, falling in love. There’s a highly sacred connection often.” 

“Well, that’s good…but…” 

“Kymbra, you’re in no danger of being forced. Dante has zero tolerance for such behavior. However, he encourages every manner of courtship, of men romancing single women. It is one reason there are so many dance clubs, community dance events like square dancing.” 

“Heck on steroids…yeah, dancing, I’m in mega trouble.”

 “On the good news front our pyramid will likely be able to provide a type of wireless electricity for many beyond our Wolf Peak boundaries…as was accomplished throughout the world until Atlantis, then Tartaria were both attacked and mostly destroyed.”

 Kymbra let Pasha’s words settle for a bit. “That is good news. Like Nikola Tesla’s technology.” 

“What our world has been wrongly denied by those who are criminally devoted enemies to All of us–those who love life on our Divine Earth.” 

“Yes. They emerge into the Light like hordes of monstrous evil cockroaches…As you said, Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate”
Wardenclyffe TowerWardenclyffe Tower, also known as the Tesla Tower, was an early experimental wireless transmission station designed and built by Nikola Tesla on Long Island in 1901–1902, located in the village of Shoreham, New York.Wikipedia

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 NOTE: This post is out of order in Kymbra and Dangerous’s love story.

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 9, 2022

Summer Solstice & Rattlesnake Attack by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — Savanna Kougar @ 8:24 pm
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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction.

Summer Solstice 2022 Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers! 

The magnificently numerous and culturally varied celebrations in Wolf Peak Territory are eclectic, of course pagan-magickal, and wondrously fun for children, for All. Many of the fae folk Supernaturals are leading the origin-sacred rituals, the rollicking happy festivities this year. There are forest moon runs especially popular with the shapeshifter crowd. And the dance nightclubs in the Peak are filled to capacity–elegant gowns, medieval finery, twenties gaiety, disco thrills, romance reaching the stars above…you choose the entertainments at the Interspecies Pleasure Club!

I wish I’d been there.

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Below is Dangerous’s fantasy, his vision of Kymbra during next year’s Summer Solstice faires. Their story continues after the rattlesnake attack Dangerous and his team defeated…

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“Showtime, Palladin.” Dangerous reined his warrior horse toward the slithering glint. They spun on a dime. About half a mile in distance, the enormous, evilly engineered rattlesnake charged, fangs displayed as is if his favorite dinner was served. 

Demon yellow eyes glittered beneath the omnipotent glare of Montana’s noon sun. Yep, the robo-bio weapon demanded his weakness, his submission. 

Fat fucking chance.

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Rifle raised and ready, Dangerous aimed for the manufactured snake. Hell, the sweet kill spot. 

Palladin raced faster, his ears flattened in fury. 

Bam-boom. Severed. The monster’s head flew off in a spray of crimson blood and dark component particles. 

As the bio-mutants rapid approach slowed to a weak winding crawl, Palladin leapt altering course. With great glee, with all four hooves, he stomped on the collapsed sidewinder. Gory mush and prairie dirt mixed. 

Done, the warrior stallion snorted his triumph. “Four more of the smaller ones comin’ for us!” Dangerous shouted. 

Blasting his shots with precision, while Palladin whirled and attacked beneath him, Dangerous shattered their fang-striking heads. The kick of Palladin’s back hoof sent the last rattlesnake head soaring through the air. 

“Got the bad muther,” Jacker yelled to Dangerous. Neatly snatching the flying head with his capture net, he deftly placed it inside the specialized bag destined for the Peak’s research lab. 

“Got ’em all,” Jacker assured, “including that huge fang-spitting effer.” 

“See ya at the Mule Kick bar, the meetin’.” Dangerous watched the renowned Texas snake wrangler climbed into his safari-like vehicle. 

“Yep, gotta whet the ole whistle. Plan for the future.” Jacker gave a salute. “Keep beheading them trans-machine rattlers.” 

For several minutes, Dangerous studied the mangled crushed bodies of the lab-built diamondbacks. None moved. 

“Clean up on aisle three-two,” Dangerous reported via his wrist com. He grinned.

Giving Palladin’s neck a hearty pat, Dangerous twanged, “A big pail of oats for you.”

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While Palladin headed home swinging into his smooth trot, Dangerous recalled their snake-kill encounters. He committed every detail to memory. After greater all, their alpha-wolf leader, Dante, rightly expected such from his Guardian Force. 

‘Course once he’d completed that mental exercise, She took over his thoughts. She being Kymbra–more of a beauty every damn day. The woman was gettin’ under his shapeshifter hide, no howling doubt.

In truth, more than her womanly beauty, it was her dagger-sharp mind, her insights–like fine cut crystal. Dang, it was her profound cosmic soul and being…her human-spirited resilience.

It was…what other descriptions…his brain circled with potential images, none of them worked, though.

Okay growls, more wolf-panting truth, her simmering sexuality   yip-yip pant-pant…the depth and ferociousness of a smoldering ‘about to erupt’ volcano. 

He could smell it–a ruthless delicious torment.

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The unique dog who resembled a Dingo ran to him as he opened the large pen’s gate. Lifting the little guy high, Dangerous gave him a playful shake. “Duringo, my man.” 

“Looks like he’s adapting well. Aren’t you?” Betgossi cooed. The woman in charge of finding homes for pets in the Peak stroked the dog’s head. 

Dangerous held him close to his chest since Duringo liked it. “Anything to make Kymbra happy.” Dangerous cuddled the dog, something he’d never done before. even though he was fond of domesticated canines. 

“I’m so glad we found him. Not an easy breed to locate, a good one, that is.” Betgossi lightly scratched behind Duringo’s pointed ears, then rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs. 

“Kymbra’s gonna love the dickens outta you, my man. She needs to do some more healin’ first, though. And you and me need more quality time together.”

 “What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?” Her accusing eyes struck deep, thrown spears at him. Yet her vulnerability also took hold of his heart.

“You’re on the mend, Kymbra.” Dangerous forced his own high-impact hormones to loosen their tight grip. “It’s natural. A natural process.” 

Their lips were so close, kissing close. 

But he didn’t dare. Not yet. 

By the grace of the wolf goddess, he knew better. Dangerous distanced himself enough to gaze at her face.

Silence, the deadly silence of a pissed off woman. She glared. Yep, for several moments before, “Crap. Is this going to reverse menopause?” 

“It could,” he quietly admitted. “However, here in Wolf Peak…how do I explain…” 

“Spit it out.” She glared harder. 

“It’s like a good spell.” He grabbed a large breath. “Women don’t get pregnant here unless they choose it.” 

A look of confusion crossed her features. “Birth control?” 

“No…no pills, no potions of any sort.” Dangerous gently cupped her face. “It’s a matter of will, of will power…the women magicians ordained it into existence many years ago.” 

“Like a mass intention experiment?” Her gaze searched his, demanding the truth. 

“More powerful, light years more powerful, Kymbra.” Dangerous stroked his hands down her irresistible hair–thickening now, becoming silkier. “The Source Goddess rules.”

Disbelief captured her expression. At first, then gradually vanished. She felt it, sensed the omnipresent Divine Magick.

“Well, that’s a good thing.” She breathed the words out.

He gave a nod. “A couple more days and you’ll be up, walking again.” 

One side of her mouth quirked. She challenged, “Just like that.”

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 “You got me, Kymbra darlin’. Not just like that.” With sky-big reluctance, Dangerous removed his hands from her, straightening. “It’ll take some time, some practicin’. But before you know it, you’ll be running again.” 

She quirked her face, squinching one eye. “Running?” 

“You’re one adorable woman. Yep, runnin’. And riding a horse.” He winked, then grinned. “Promise.”

“Rattlesnakes.” The word burst from her. “Robo-bio rattlers. How many did you destroy, Danger Man?”

After assessing her, Dangerous asked, “You wanna a front row seat?”

She nodded. 

“Your wish is my command…darlin’.” Touching his wrist com, he linked the cyber recording to her monitor. “There ya go. You can stop it anytime. Just say the word.” 

Not wanting to look intrusive, Danger retreated to his command desk, as he affectionately thought of it. He concocted his fave superior-health coffee brew, then sat back and leisurely sipped–watching Kymbra from beneath the brim of his cowboy chateau. 

What a brainy beauty–just what he liked in a woman. Sundown howls yep, whether wolfess shifter, the other shapeshifter ladies, the many types of Supernatural women living in the Peak…yip-yip, the lovely faes, the ET and Inner Earth communities. 

Hell yeah, that was just his man’s nature. Always had been.

Kymbra gave him a quick piercing glance, then became absorbed in his rattler slaying. A good sign, he figured, yep-yips in several ways. 

Dangerous grinned surreptitiously.

After refreshing his brew, he reviewed the latest info on various battle fronts–keeping one eye trained on Kymbra, of course. “Our Guardian Force is wipin’ their butts clean,” Dangerous muttered with warrior satisfaction. 

“Dragons to the frontlines, alright,” he quietly enthused. The winged serpent beasts, some with their riders, some without, some shifters, some not–their prism-colored scales flashing majestically beneath the strong sun–they dived like squads of attacking eagles decimating the AI-machine built dragon replicants. A whole sky full of them. 

Pieces and parts polluted the air, littered the ground–a strange confetti. Teams of Peakites immediately collected the fake dragon debris while the Medicine Practitioners attended to anyone wounded. Not many. Thank the Precious Wolf Spirit. 

“What a show. What a glorious show.” Dangerous pumped his fist fast and high.

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 “What are you celebrating?” Kymbra’s soft yet, sword-penetrating voice owned him. 

Yeah, penetrating alright…his cock twitched. Time to swallow down more of his inhibiting elixir. 

“We’re winning the air battle.” 

“Air battle…?” 

“Wolf Peak Territory is like an independent country. Lot of folks don’t like that. The deepstate and beyond want us utterly destroyed.” 

“A white hat country,” she mused. Her gaze had him under a damn microscope. “Your own air force?…your own space force, in fact…dammit, what’s going on here?…and where’s my gun? I want to fight.” 

Her gaze was so sparkling, so fierce, Dangerous was transfixed for long instants. 

“We gotta get you fully healed, Kymbra…” 

“Yeah, yeah. Do you know how long, how frustrated, raging frustrated I’ve been…” she jerked in a large breath, “because I can’t physically fight them, get rid of those liberal new world creeps–those creepazoids who are brutally genociding humanity. Right now.” She glared, a ferocious sight for damn certain. Kymbra’s whole body vibrated, a goddess on the warpath.

“Why don’t I bring a target screen and a practice gun while you’re healing…” 

“I want to kill evil rattlesnakes.” She hit the side of the bed with her fist, impressively. “I want to take out the yellow-bellied dirtbags.” Her breaths earth-quaked in and out.

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Dangerous waited for her breaths to calm, to become less explosive. “No problem, darlin’. We’ll make it happen. It’ll just take some time.”

“Guess I’ve got a new lease on time.” Reason took over, her raw emotion only on simmer. “Also, I want one of those sci-fi pistols like Melishza showed me.” 

“Why not…darlin’. Any weapon you can handle. You can be armed to the teeth, Kymbra.”

“Btw, if your borders are being attacked how is the baby formula being delivered?” 

Standing, Dangerous approached his brainy-babe warrioress. Yeah, his. He might just need double shots of the temporary-eunuch elixir. “Razor and his un-merry band of outlaw bikers, he answered. “They know all of the hidden routes. And his wife is very psychic–sees a way where there is no way.” 

She considered his words, her forehead scrunched. “Well, that’s a good thing…that makes me happy.” 

“Happiness,” he drawled. “Here in the Peak, to quote: ALL SENTIENT BEINGS are created equal in the Sight of the Divine, that they are endowed by the One Great Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

“Yeah, most people seem to have forgotten that…that TRUTH…by my experience.” Her tone dripped like sour fruit.

Dangerous didn’t like the fact that Kymbra imperceptibly shrank from him. He knew why. But it still didn’t settle with him. “You know, sweetheart, you have that psi-ability.” 

“Probably,” she admitted, while crossing her arms against him. “Back off, Danger Man, I’m feeling crotchety…the crabby elder.” Her frown warned him. Seriously warned him.

“Crotchety,” he crooned. The Wolf Gods, he liked it when she called him ‘Danger Man.’ 

“I’m feeling particularly dangerous,” he twanged, leaning toward her. 

She aimed a pretend kick at his crotch with her good leg.

Dramatically, he twisted away. Putting on his bad-boy grin, Dangerous loomed above her. He placed his hands on either side of her head as if he intended to kiss her. “I like a cantankerous filly.”

“Gonna have fun breaking me,” she dared. 

She couldn’t have stud-tempted him more. “Isn’t International Kissing Day coming up soon?” he sexily taunted.”I could start there…breakin’ my cantankerous filly.” 

“This is crazy,” she spat out. “I’m old…a cranky elder…damn cranky. Get it.”

“How about I take you to our Midsummer Blaze Hop? It’s a pagan cosmic-fertility event, loved by many.” 

“No thanks,” she knifed with her voice.

“Sun, outdoor fun…lots of time for kissin’.” 

“No.” Kymbra sliced him like steak.

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A steam-hot silence lengthened between them. Until… 

“You will pardon my untimely interruption,” the familiar feminine voice spoke. “I have a gift for the elder from Dante and Kitty. It is approved by the Quirkomon, of course.” 

“Lhyzaia,” Dangerous greeted one of Kitty’s personal cat-shifter assistants. “All is well at the Command Center, I trust.” 

“We remain triumphant in all battles. Dante wished me to tell you he is impressed with your victory over the AI-rattler breach of our border.”

“I will speak my respect to Dante soon.” Dangerous eyed the heaping mound of ice cream scoops, topped with fruits, and nestled between banana halves.

“Elder Kymbra.” Lhyzia presented the sparkling crystal bowl on an ornate silver tray. “This is an original recipe from the times of ancient Atlantis, the tropical Poseidon Empire, as you might recall.” 

A glimmer of memory filled mind–for an instant. 

 FROM THE WOLF PEAK FAMILY, WE HOPE YOU HAD A GLORIOUS INDEPENDENCE DAY. FREEDOM RINGS FOREVER!

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To be continued… hopefully. 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

June 14, 2022

Memorial Day Freedom In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:22 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction. Post Memorial Day Howls, Yowls, and Most Ferocious Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! And have a glorious flag day…   Currently, there have been vicious-striking attempts to breach several areas of the Peak’s border lands. In their diabolical relentless bid to win world dominion, the dark force’s supernatural creatures are in league with the WEF’s evil globalist cabal. For, it is known that to rule Mother Earth with neo-brutal feudalism, with a Borg technocracy, Wolf Peak must be utterly destroyed, the bold-powerful community’s freedom annihilated. Forever. Btw, the pics in this post are from last year, 2021. Due to very challenging circumstances, I couldn’t write the post. However, I am on the slow road to full recovery. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.TO ALL WHO LOVE AND BATTLE FOR FREEDOM THROUGHOUT HISTORY/HERSTORY, I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOU!!! FOREVER. Kymbra smiled at the cat with the somewhat annoyed glare. Seated on what Dangerous called a comfort chaise lounge, she thumbed through last year’s Memorial day images. Before leaving abruptly, he’d set up the crystalline-looking ‘Viewer’ device saying it was self explanatory. Dang, if he wasn’t right. “Are you well, comfortable, elder?” A young. very lovely woman entered the healing room. Annoyed as the cat, the ‘elder’ curled one side of her mouth. “Please, call me Kymbra. Yes, this chair is super comfortable just like the Danger man said. Btw, do you know where he is?…what’s your name?” “I am Melishza.” Her feline-slanted, amber-colored eye brightened as the sleekly built woman approached.”Nice to meet you.” Kymbra straightened. “Are you here to babysit the crabby elder?” “We take care of each other here, Kymbra. Weapons included.” Melishza whipped out a small strange pistol from a mostly hidden holster on her hip. She palmed it showing Kymbra. “Sci fi,” Kymbra murmured, impressed. “Where do you get those?” “I know Dangerous is checking out weapons for you, and training, of course.” Melishza holstered her pistol, the movement almost faster than Kymbra could follow. “Sweet,” she praised. “Great sci fi outfit too.”Melishza gleamed a smile. “We have the best clothing shops…and gun shops. Anything you want. No licenses either.”Kymbra felt her spirits lift. “Guns. That would be a dream come true. I was stupid and never owned one, By the time I realized…never mind…that was another life.” She sighed her regret. “Do you know where the Danger Man is, or is that a secret?” “Dangerous is protecting the perimeter of our town, Moonrise Lake.” Melishza hesitated her gaze studying Kymbra. “Our Guardian Force is fighting on the Peak’s border, stopping the main infiltration.” “Infiltration!” Kymbra jumped up, almost. “Ouch.” She plopped back down. “Is everything okay on the, the border?” Melishza aimed her gaze at the health monitor. She frowned while saying, “No worries. The enemies are being decimated.” Eyeing Kymbra like a pissed mother cat, she scolded, “You’ve got stay off your feet, your injured leg, for this phase of your healing to work properly.” “Yeah, I know…I promised the Danger Man…sorry.” Meekly, Kymbra settled herself. She had promised. “We want you to rejuvenate fully.” Offering an encouraging grin, Melishza pointed to the Memorial Day parade on screen. “Dangerous is part of our mounted patrol. You’d be surprised how effective that’s been defeating some of our worst foes.”Kymbra scrunched her brow. “How’s that?…Unless you mean the immigrant ‘aka’ illegal aliens invasion…and I don’t mean ET aliens…although, some say the Grays have…” “Alien Gray hybrids crossing the southern border…yes,” Melishza interrupted. “We, the Supernatural Peak community, have special-ops types…let’s say intervening.” Shaking her head at all the revelations, Kymbra stared for long moments. “Dangerous’s horses are trained to spot and kill weaponized snakes, reptiles, other such small critters that can sneak through, cross our borders.” Kymbra nodded. “Like the DOD’s robot insects, cockroaches, mosquitos?” “Robotics and similar to Dr. Moreau’s island. Also, other dark-secret methods.”Blinking, her mind whirling, bringing the conspiracy puzzle pieces into focus, Kymbra sat back. She sank into the ultimate comfort of the chaise. Click…click…click… at least, my brain still works.  “I’m certain Dangerous will explain more. Later. Would you like to see some of the wild horses?” Melishza instructed the Viewer. “Love horses,” Kymbra softly uttered. “But you know that.” “Yes,” Melishza pointed her finger. “These are from last year’s Memorial Day photo contest.” A series of patriotic horse pictures followed. “Beautiful. Thank you.” “I know,” she kindly spoke, “Dangerous will find you a horse to ride once–” “Once I’ve recovered,” Kymbra finished. “Definitely something to live for.” “Ice cream?” Melishza inquired as she checked the monitor.  “I’m still breathing…I know I can feel it” “Dry as a Vodka Martini, your voice.” Amusement gripped Melishza’s voice, yeah, like ice tongs. “No. I prefer a Five Island Flamingo…not found on Dr. Moreau’s island, I presume.” “I presume.” Melishza giggled, then grinned reminding Kymbra of a mischievous kitty cat. “Ice cream,” Kymbra changed position, the magical-tech chair following her body. “You have the absolute best here. Sure.” Melishza tapped her wrist device. “The Quirkomon has it ‘doctored up’ with your health ingredients.” “He’s a good-medicine wizard, alright.”Melishza moved closer. “Would you like to see two of Dangerous’s horses?” Kymbra nodded, curious of course. “Gorgeous.” she praised, emotionally savoring. “Looks like the Akhal-Teke breed.””I don’t know horses.” Melishza waved her hands. “Except for how beautiful they are.” “Cat claws, your nails.” Fascinated, Kymbra stared.  After a speculative glance, Melishza stated, “Cat Fights. It’s a type of warrior training, and a fighting style we have here.” “You’re a champion, right? …A flash of intuition.” Kymbra answered the woman’s inquisitive expression. “One of the champions. You should see Dangerous compete in the various horse sporting games we have here.”Aware that Melishza changed the subject, Kymbra gently mocked “Will I be in awe? Female-worshiping awe?”  https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/f1/85/52f185270b1eeffb0b71853a045a97d1.jpg“You’ll remember this from the late 70s,” Melishza spoke teasingly, then crooned, “Love, exciting and new… To the tune of the Love Boat, she continued,”Come to the Peak. We’ve been expecting you.”Yes…Love, life’s bestest reward.Let it soar, it flies back to you.”Love Mates will be meeting for another runThe Love Peak promises sweet passion for everyoneYes. Set a course for adventure,Your heart wanting a brave romance. “No. Love won’t hurt anymoreIt’s an invitation like a wild delightful roar.Yes LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It’s LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!” With her jaw nearly dropping, Kymbra gawked. “Wow…do you star in musicals?” “My family owns a dinner theater here in Moonrise Lake. Daytime for the kiddies. Nighttime for us adults.” Melishza offered a radiant satisfied smile. “Oh…that makes sense. That was wonderful.” Kymbra moved, restless. “I don’t sing worth a darn.” “No worries, I’ll teach you.” Pure confidence, that was Melishza’s body posture. Kymbra almost believed her. “That would be a real miracle,” she snarked softly. “I can dance…used to be able to dance.””Dangerous is a dream to dance with.”  Kymbra let her curiosity run off leash, this time. “What kind of dancing… country western?” “Just to let you know, Kymbra, the men who live in Wolf Peak are strongly encouraged to learn the art of dancing with a woman. Many styles, btw.” “Well, that’s amazing given today’s stupid sterile relationship culture.” Kymbra knew her tone was cutting. She hardly cared. “The Danger Man?” “I partner with him at our square dancing events. I’ve seen him cut the rug often, that is, swing dancing to one of the bands at the elegant Midnight Stardust Club.” “Amazing,” Kymbra repeated the word, while trying to imagine that scene. “We have a huge variety of nightclubs…including disco, discotheques. An ultra-fun favorite here.” “Discos, wow, Double wow.” Kymbra hiked a skeptical brow. “Elders allowed?… If I can dance again.” Melishza threw her head back, chuckling as if Kymbra had said something ridiculousHowever, before Kymbra could question her, Melishza spun toward the main door. She leaped to touch the panel. “Saved by the Medicine Practitioner.”  To Kymbra’s surprise and delight, two Pomeranian dogs sprinted inside. They adorably bounced toward her. “Your names aren’t Ice and Cream,” she teased as the boy jumped on her lap. After playfully patting him, she gave him a hug. “No, dear woman, Muffster and Fluffster don’t belong to me,” the Practitioner princely bowed. “I am merely petsitting. It seems they overwhelmingly approve of me.””Do you feed them ice cream?” Kymbra bantered with a grin as the tall wizard-type handed her a large cut-crystal bowl, plus the silver spoon. Politely, the Pom hopped to the floor. “Only a tiny taste after their dinner.” The girl Pom yipped happily. “You will excuse me, lovely Kymbra, I must attend to another.” “Of course. Thank you.” Muffster and Fluffster gave her extended hand a licking kiss before following the Quirkomon. Gazing down at her wrist device, Melishza strode toward Kymbra. “Message from Dangerous,” she announced. “He’s due back here in a couple of hours–after taking care of his horses.” “How’s the perimeter, does he say?” “I’ll check the battle status.” Again Melishza manipulated her computer-like device. “Although, if there was a bad turn, an emergency, we’d know immediately.” “Unlike the fake-news MSM,” Kymbra dryly scorched. “Right on, sister.” Kymbra grinned at the ‘her-generation’s’ saying. “Right on.” “Our town’s perimeter remains secure, but is still under attack. No concerns, though,” Melishza quickly added. “The next team is in position and battle ready,” Her mental faculties still operational, jerked to attention. “How many people live here?” “Here in Moonrise Lake or in Wolf Peak Territory?” Melishza’s eyes became a shade of radiance Kymbra had never witnessed before. “Both.” “Last count. Moonrise Lake has grown to about three hundred of us…now. That’s why we have two newer towns in the Peak. Green Buffalo and Sunrise Prairie…We have about 5,000 Peakites. Currently. Most folks don’t live in the towns…but on ranches, farms. Outside of the towns.” She paused, her gaze assesing Kymbra. “I’ll let Dangerous explain more.” “Why?” Kymbra demanded bluntly. She stilled her restless movements, pinning Melishza with her gaze. Unrelenting gaze. “Like a laser…the Celtae were infamous, are infamous…” Kymbra bolted upright as she could while still sitting. She pointed her finger. “And who in the hell are the Celtae…like Celtic?” “The Celtae originally arived and thrived in Ireland, a powerful sect of Merlin-like magicians. Genetically, they were Hyperborians who interbred with a tribe of Atlanteans. They adored animals creating many new species. This included wolves, other canines, and horses, bears and hunting falcons, also riding stags…as well as many of the big cat breeds while working alongside certain of the Egptian gods.”  “Oh.” In a long silence, Kymbra pondered deeply, finally stating, “That makes sense–given who I am. What I like.” “I’m certain Dangerous will answer your questions, explore your heritage with you.” Melishza consulted her wrist device at a tone. “Will you be okay if I leave now? I’m part of the baby formula delivery team.” Kymbra waved her hand. “Of course. Take care of the babies–their moms and dads.” With a glowing smile, Melishza spun around, her quickness surprising Kymbra. “See you soon,” she threw over her shoulder. Moments later, a helpless rage blazed through Kymbra. “Starving babies. Starving people around the world. All by horrific design. To depopulate.” She spat out,”Death to the new world stinky ODOR.” After an angry breath, Kymbra slammed back against the chaise lounge. “Now. And forever.” Later, she heaved an infuriated breath. “And you ain’t getting our guns, either. You scumbag monsters.”Kymbra touched on the Viewer screen the Danger Man had given her–yep, news from the sites she knew. “Yeah, that’s right. Protect yourself and others,” she muttered. Mass shooting stopped by law-abiding woman carrying concealed handgun SHOOTING UPDATE “Yeah, that’s right. Protect yourself and others.” CPD says the man who was shot last night at Renaissance Circle has died, and his name is Dennis Butler Before the shooting, he allegedly pulled an AR-15-style rife at a birthday/graduation CPD tells us a person at the party shot and killed Butler@wchs8fox11 — Danielle Dindak (@danielledindak) May 26, 2022As of this writing, police have not released the name of the woman who killed Butler. No one else was injured in the incident, however.https://www.naturalnews.com/2022-06-05-mass-shooting-stopped-law-abiding-woman-carrying-concealed-handgun.html ~~~ Pregnant Woman Used AR-15 to Drop Armed Robber Attacking Her 11-Year-Old Daughter June 6, 2022, 9:55pmby Samantha Chang, The Western Journal  ~~~Having dozed off, Kymbra awoke with a start. The Danger Man entered, his steps quiet as a hunting predator. A wolf came to mind, not for the first time. Mentally, Kymbra shook her head. Pistols were strapped to his hips western-hero style. Good Gawd, no. Sexual desire bolted through her, a damn flamethrower of need–so it felt. Kymbra suppressed her feelings fast. But did the monitors light up with the truth? Did he psychally sense it? “You’re still alive,” she drily commented. “Disappointed?” he joked. With a huge grin pasted on his overly handsome face, Dangerous sauntered toward her. “Rattlesnakes,” she burst out. “Why am I seeing them in my mind…filling it?” “Yep, darlin’, had to destroy a few. Fake rattlers, bio-robot creatures constructed by a bad group in DARPA.” Kymbra wrapped her head around that, knowing he spoke true. “How…how did you destroy them?”Like a gunslinger with lightning reflexes, the Danger Man drew both of his pistols. “Good aim and my warrior horse, Palladin.” At her quizzical glance, he added. “Every bio-robot has a vulnerability, a neuro shutoff spot.” “Oh…okay. That computes, so to speak.” “Computes. Good one, darlin’.” As he approached, ever closer…ever closer, Kymbra resisted the urge to shrink away or worse! passionately grab him. Conflicted to the max, she froze completely still. “Looks like your healin’, right fine, Kymbra,” he drawled, reminding her of a sweet-talking TV-show Texan–especially as he expertly holstered his guns. Suddenly fierce inside, she snapped, “What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?”  HONORING FLAG DAY, JUNE 14TH https://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6130650779_697e4f5c6b_b.jpg

To be continued… hopefully. Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar  

May 27, 2022

Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Savanna Kougar @ 7:47 pm

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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 May Howls, Yowls, Growls From Mothers of Wolf Peak, ShapeShifter Lovers!

Starving Babies in the USA. in our America, what the hell! Wolf Peakite volunteers to the rescue… of course. First. though…

Kymbra and Dangerous discuss…

“The name is Dangrok Zromu Vinnh.” He attempted what he hoped was a reassuring and friendly grin before saying, “Dangerous is my nickname.” 

Kymbra raised a cynical brow. “You do look dangerous…unlike…when was it at the thrift shop?” Eyes like blue-diamond razor blades regarded him.

“Yesterday. Would you like a nutrition-dense chocolate malt?” Dangerous held up the tall frosty glass direct from the Peak’s beloved Creamery shop.

“Nutrition-dense, huh. Am I allowed to sit up now?” 

Her sarcasm amused him. Holding out the glass, Dangerous gave a nod.

“What the heck, it’s a good day to die.” She took hold of the glass, then stared at her legs, scanned her body. ”Why am I in this emerald colored catsuit?” 

“It helps the healing process.” 

After a moment of thought, she gave him the stink eye, an ancestral reaction. “Is this a military MIB base?” 

“Do you mean what’s called a DUMB?” Dangerous kept his tone conversational. “No,” he answered her affirming nod. “You’re in Wolf Peak Territory, Montana, in our town of Moonrise Lake.”

“Never heard of it,” she groused. Obviously hungry she grasped the straw taking a long drink. “Heaven.” The beautiful elder kept sipping. “Poison or not, this is delicious.”

“Lots of good herbal extracts like Sarsaparilla.” He leaned forward into her personal space. She didn’t object.

“Yes, I can taste that–use it a lot.” 

Howls, the elder smelled sensuously delicious. If he decided to court her much later, he realized it would be a long arduous trek. 

“I assume you know my name,” she threw at him, a hunter’s speeding bullet. 

“Kymbra.” He paused focusing on her eyes, her soul. “Kymbra Sass, your online name. Kim Sandra Westerly.” 

Fierce but curious, unblinking, she regarded him. “Who are you. Really?” She wiggled a bit. “You ain’t no normal person,” she affected like a stereotypical redneck.

“Darlin’, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

She winced a little at the way he’d addressed her.

“Let’s say, for right now, we’re a large freedom community–a thriving strong community.”

“Lots of guns?…a militia?”

Dangerous barked a big laugh. “No. Not a militia. But we got guns… a lot more, far more lethal weapons, even Tesla-tech style armaments.” He gazed directly at her. “And we use them.” 

“Insurrection,” she muttered softly. “Tesla tech, huh?” She shifted, facing him squarely.

“No. Not insurrection…darlin’,” he intentionally addressed her. 

Her brow furrowed. “Stop that.”

Dangerous inwardly smiled, yip-yip-yep a wolfish grin. “Darlin’?” he asked as if he was an innocent cub.

“Yes, that… young-on’,” the elder scowled. 

“Yes, Tesla-weaponized for our protection. Want to learn how to use it?”

Her gaze, her face brightened as if sunlit. For a moment. 

“I can make it happen, Kymbra,” he solemnly promised. 

“Bigwig guy, huh? This is crazy…you know.” She shuddered.

Dangerous reached behind him opening the oven-like unit. He retrieved the bowl of hearty, specially made soup, then waved it beneath her nose. “Just for you.” 

With some reluctance, Kymbra wrapped her hands around the bowl. “It does smell good, bigwig.” 

“Dante runs this place. I’m proudly related to him.” He handed her a spoon.

“Blood is thicker than water,” she sardonically commented. “Tasty.” She spoke after several spoonfuls. “What do you want with me…from me?” 

“You’re a powerful woman, Kymbra.” He ignored her doubtful expression. “We want you to be part of our community.”

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“As Dangerous just said,” Kitty, Dante’s shapeshifter mate entered, quiet as the feline she was, “we want you to join our community.”

“And you are?” Kymbra set her bowl aside. Her gaze pinned Kitty. No mercy. 

“Please finish. My name is Kitty.” She offered a large sweet smile. “I work with our circle of good witches and psychics. We assist in the protection of Wolf Peak Territory.”

Kymbra ate the last few spoonfuls, then asked, “Sort of like remote viewing?” 

“That is part of what we do.” Kitty drew in an audible breath. ”We use all of our so-called ‘woo’ talents. It’s how we found you, Kymbra.” 

“It’s how I found you before the abduction attempt,” Dangerous spoke up. 

“Grays?” Kymbra trembled for several instants. Yet her gaze remained strong, the warrior woman inside of her. 

“No, not in this case, dear elder. The black-heart cabal as you have labelled them in your blog posts.” Kitty glanced at him. Dangerous gave a nod to continue given he was in charge of her healing. “There are many here who are fans–who want you here. Who wish to receive your wisdom.” 

“Wisdom?” She thought, considering Kitty’s words. “I guess because of my advanced age…my life experiences, so to speak.” Kymbra grimaced at herself. “Age does have it’s advantages–one reason the new world cabal wants us oldsters dead, dead, dead.”

“Yes, absolutely. Our children need to know. They have been insulated from what is called the real world.” Kitty swept her hand outward indicating the society beyond their boundaries.

“But that’s not all, is it?” Kymbra rose to stand. 

Wobbly, Dangerous leaped up catching her, steadying her. 

“The second time…isn’t it?” she murmured. 

“We’ll talk later,” Kitty lightly gripped Kymbra’s arm, “when your recovery is complete.” 

“Goddess energy.” Awe owned Kymbra’s voice. “Mother Goddess power. That’s what you feel like.” 

“Speaking of, I have a feeling my twins require a firm hand.” Kitty turned toward Dangerous with a grace he always admired. “Keep watching over our Celtae elder.” 

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Still in his arms, Kymbra whispered, “Wow. I’ve never felt such strong spiritual energy. Twins?”

“Youngsters, boys who run wild as wolves at times. Dante is their very loving father. But he keeps them disciplined with bold fangs, as we say here.” Dangerous didn’t want to let go of her. She wasn’t resisting him either, after howls all.

“Do you have a tribal wolf totem here, or something?” Suspicious, confused, Kymbra turned in his arms. “Are you Native American?” 

Before he could answer, his sister’s tone sounded. “Hold on, darlin.'” Dangerous eased her onto the edge of the silvery mattress, then spoke into his wrist device. “The mission, sis?”

“Successful. Babies saved. Organizing more volunteers. We need to set up milk banks, milk stations on the Peak’s perimeter.” Bettressa was in her leadership element. 

“Go for it. You’re the gal for the job.” 

“How’s the elder?” Bettressa sincerely asked. That was his older sister. 

“The ‘elder’ is  okay…it seems.” Kymber defiantly folded her arms. “Thanks for helping the babies. This is depraved immorality. All orchestrated by those who hate humanity, the epic fools who serve them–who would take away our God-given right to be free.”

Bettressa hesitated. “Yes, our right to be free Beings. Welcome to Wolf Peak Territory. Signing off, brother.” 

“Later, sis.” 

“No starving babies here? In your community…I presume.” 

“No. Never. The mothers breast feed. When there’s a problem the Mother Practitioners immediately help out–go to their aid.” 

“Mother Practitioners…what a good idea.” Kymbra looked away, her shoulders slumped. “Never had children…but you know that. It’s a long, long story. Never mind.” She straightened. “I’m grateful…yeah, I don’t have to worry about them in this cruel crazy, not child-friendly world.”

Aware his words were not what she needed right now, Dangerous said nothing. He waited, watching her closely, only looking away when the monitor subtly flashed.

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“Something wrong?” she asked, her gaze fastened on the monitor.  

“Nothing a heart tonic and a rest won’t solve, Kymbra.” Dangerous grinned. Keeping his manner lighthearted, he touched his handy dandy wrist com.

“Be there in a jiffy,” the Medicine Shaman on duty assured. From an ancient time, the man oddly enjoyed using current-day slang.

“See you in a jiff. Don’t sniff,” Dangerous bantered.

“Oh, that’s cute. bigwig guy. CoQ10 and Hawthorn herb, do you have those health supplements here?”

“We’ll get anything you want…” Dangerous halted his words as Kymbra’s eyes widened and she popped upward. 

“Bolshevik baby formula. It’s a nefarious plot, a scheme.” With an intensity that would have seared most, she shot her gaze at him. 

“Bolshevik?”

“They, the deepstate FDA monsters deliberately caused the formula shortage. Shut down that factory. Why?” Kymbra arched her brows high. “So O’Bidden could sign that bill or whatever it is…

“I have it, Kymbra.” Dangerous read from his wrist device, “The President is invoking the Defense Production Act.” 

“Exactly. Meaning the deepstate now has total communist-like control over baby formula. Over America’s babies.”  

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The implications hit Dangerous like a sledge hammer. No, Thor’s smashing omnipotent hammer.

“Control the babies, control the parents, the mothers…or control the population with scarcity. With exclusive control of formula production. With digital-run rationing. With the chip…” Kymbra blew out an angry breath. “You get the diabolical picture.” Impatient, enraged, she bounced on the mattress. “Hell, desperate people in Cali-commie-fornia are turning in guns for gas.”

Howls beneath the Goddess Moon, it was all too clear. “I do. I do, Kymbra. Yep, Problem. Reaction. Solution. The constant evil game plan of the Dark Enemy.” 

“How do we stop this crap?” she demanded, fierce as a mother bear. 

Her anguish seared him, pained his heart. Growls, he was ready to charge, fangs bared.

Dangerous beckoned to the Quirkomon, as the Medicine Practitioner was known given his ancient name was difficult to pronounce. 

“We stop it, most beloved woman,” the Practitioner began in his operatic voice, “by joining our Divine Self with the cosmic rise of the Earth Mother, with the Sacred Feminine Force.”

Half-way bowing with a flourish, Quirkomon presented the heart tonic to Kymbra.

She eyed him, taking his measure before sniffing the concoction, then drinking. “Hawthorn berries,” she uttered. “Thank you.”

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“You will pardon my observation, dear woman, but I am aware of your antediluvian ancestry.”


He possessed Kymbra’s full attention. Definitely. “Do tell, sir.” She handed the container back to him. 

“The Moon, who we named Cybellis. is an ark flown to Earth during long bygone days. Your direct ancestress arrived then.” 

“The Moon, Mothership for Cosmic Humanity…that rings true. I, I have intuitive glimpses,” Kymbra admitted, her tone fragile. She averted her gaze.

After a short pause, Quirkomon regally stated, “She still lives deep inside our lovely Earth. your grandmother ancestress. I cannot tell you more.”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

May 19, 2022

When Chickens Rule, Really by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Savanna Kougar @ 11:17 pm

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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

Stormy May Howls, Yowls, Growls, and Fowls, ShapeShifter Lovers!

I found a news clip about feral chickens and couldn’t stop chuckling for awhile… thus, this flash scene set in Wolf Peak Territory, the small town of Moonrise Lake.

 When Chickens Rule

Herrosha laughed until her ribs ached. “Global conquest on the horizon.” The chicken shapeshifter retrieved her delicate teacup. 

“Finally,” her dear cousin giggled. “Finally, our time has come again.” Rishla saluted with her teacup. 

Together, they sipped like the ladies they were. 

“We will rule the lands, roaming, stomping. feasting on the pathetic little mammals, proud dinosaurs again.” Herrosha chortled laughter again. 

“Proud dinosaurs again?” Belorosa, a turkey shifter, entered their private room at the popular tearoom, the Pearl Morning Dew. “Apologies for my tardiness, ladies. The brood was particular rambunctious.” 

“Most likely the recent full moon eclipse and it’s Spring.” Rishla patted the rose-pink cushioned chair beside her. 

“Most likely. Thank you.” Belorosa reached for the teacup that Herrosha poured for her, at the perfect level, of course. 

“Feral chickens are infesting part of Hawaii, it seems. And making quite a nasty nuisance of themselves.” Rishla couldn’t contain her chuckles.

“Feral chickens?” Belorosa took a dainty taste of her tea. “Delicious as usual. Who’s ever heard of feral chickens?” 

“Apparently, these flocks of feral poultry have been running wild for years, but recently increased to a significant number,” Rishla explained, then giggled again. 

“Crowing at all hours, rudely waking people up.” Herrosha dramatically intoned, rolling her eyes. “Worse, digging, tearing up gardens, even crawling beneath private fences. Some daring folks are even feeding them. Oh, the endless horror. Although, the chickens are becoming a road hazard.” 

“Mygosh, who ever heard of collecting their eggs, free eggs?” Rishla refilled her teacup, adding a bit of honey. “You know, common sense–if you’re hungry. Perhaps, this could be a small profitable business.”

“Yes, plain ole common sense. Your own flock available for the eating. Thriving in their natural habitat, the type where today’s chickens originated. You know, there’s a looming food shortage.” Belorosa shook her head, then savored her tea. 

Herrosha nodded. “Even as a poultry shifter myself, I have to ask, have chicken dinners gone out of style? You know, a common sense solution to the problem.” She raised her brows. “What’s wrong with some in the human population these days?”

“Precisely.” Belorosa agreed. “Many of the Hawaiians hunt and dine on the wild pigs, after all.”

“Yes, after all. But why educate those loony lazy, brain-captured humans? I, for one, am cheering for the feral chickens. They’re clearly activating their dinosaur heritage–survival being a prime directive.” Herrosha bobbed her head. 

Enthusiastically, in obvious agreement, her two friends followed. 

“Run, run.” Rishla theatrically winged her arm. “The chickens are coming. The chickens are coming. Can you imagine it?” 

Hearty clucking laughter burst from them all.  

“It’s rule by flocks and flocks of the new poultry variant, terrifying Chicken Dinos.” Belorosa added. “More frightening, young mutating mobs of wild turkeys are joining.”

Helpless giggling gobbles erupted.

“Not the turkeys. OMG.” Hysterically laughing from her mental imagining, Herrosha nearly fell face down on the fragile-looking table.

“We’re looking at the true collapse of human civilization… Chicken Dinos, beaks like jagged titanium. Turkeys with machete claws… run, run, their eyes are blood red and blazing.” Rishla rocked in her chair cackling guffaws. 

When the hilarity subsided, Belorosa gobbled, “When chickens and their turkey mob rule…it’s a top horror movie, I tell you.”

“Eat them before they eat you… the first line of the movie trailer.” Herrosha stood, suddenly all serious. “Duty summons, gal pals. It’s my turn to walk with and watch over the newly arrived Celtae-DNA elder. You know, in our healing gardens.”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

May 17, 2022

Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Savanna Kougar @ 10:49 pm

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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 One Year later~Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers!

Yeah, I’m still alive. It’s been a beastly, sort of adventurous year of battling death in several different ways…not quite kicking fiercely yet. 

However, I’m feeling the urge to write…

~~~~~~

 Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

“All hail the Great Wolf Dog, I’ve found her.” Dangerous growled the words low in his throat Given the hazards of his com device or telepathic message being intercepted, he didn’t inform Wolf Peak Central. Not yet.

With a predator’s stealthy grace he followed the human elder as she hobbled inside the upscale thrift shop. Cane in hand, she concentrated on each step.

Kitty and her Witch’s Circle were on sniffing-target. Even from this distance the   Celtic-DNA woman reeked of many psi-powers, ones suppressed by the human race’s generational ignorance, and by the Darkside Magicians assigned to keep her under their control. 

Despite constant diabolical attacks, the elder still lived. According to his third eye, her stubborn will, her inner Spirit, the protection of the One Divine, yip-yip-yep the elder mission-remained. Howls, in this time of Revelation and revolutionary Decision on beloved Mother Earth.

Smiling like an idiot, Dangerous froze his features into a soy-boy disguise. He ambled after the woman enjoying her delicious yet fire-hot scent–who she was in the fifth dimension. 

“Can I help you, young man?” Steely eyes peered at him over ubiquitous and sensible eyeglass frames. 

“Kitchen utensils. I just moved into a new apartment. Wally World is so dull…” Dangerous fluttered his fingers, “so unremarkable.” 

“Last aisle on the right,” the clerk dismissed him.

**** 

Aware of the young man entering behind her, Kymbra carefully balanced herself on the walking cane. She shuffled through the large size tee-shirts until she could part them enough to view him. 

Hell yeah, strange things, weird events, scary crap had been happening–the last couple of months. at least. Kymbra grimaced. She trusted no one. 

He appeared innocuous enough, normal enough, a metro sexual type, but with evidence of rippling muscles beneath his garish Hawaiian shirt. On the slim side, Kymbra ‘ding ding’ knew the man was ‘tough as nails’. Yep, like the current-day cowboys competing in rodeos.

Who are you trying fool, buddy boy? 

Determined to continue, Kymbra scowled and clamped her jaw shut. After all, she only had so much time to shop. It was a rare opportunity these damn days.

As she studied the selection of over-sized shirts, Kymbra tuned her ear for any suspicious sounds–the slightest movement toward her.

How fast can I move being a cripple? Come on… she mocked herself.

Splat! Something struck the old wood floor at her feet Kymbra shot her gaze downward. The smell of ozone seared her nostrils. Strong blue light blasted her eyes, then instantly became a thin beam. 

In shock, somewhat blinded, Kymbra gripped the handle of the cane, but teetered backward. Abduction?

God no… 

Arms like steel rods caught her, surrounded her, stopped her fall.

“Doc, you got me…” she heard.

“Beaming you aboard, wolfie,” an odd but masculine voice responded. 

“Where…?” Kymbra tried to move. Useless. 

“Stay still,” the man’s voice soothed, urged. “This is a rescue.”

Unable to croak a sound, weak, lightheaded, Kymbra sank against the man’s ultra hard frame. Am I whirling? Whatever…. In the next instant she blacked out. 

****

“All aboard,” Blade Runner announced in his Bugs Bunny imitation. “Hey, junior wolf, you’re crushing her against that iron like chest of yours. Let her breathe.” 

“Right.” Dangerous loosened his grip some as he carried the precious elder toward the ship’s Restoration chamber. He made certain the dome fully opened and the lights twinkled on before gently placing her on the silvery mattress. 

“Status, bunny Captain?” he asked.

“Enemy dispatched to the outer rim of the solar system ‘n spinning fast as a weaponized-comet top.” 

Dangerous grinned. “Thanks, Captain.” 

“Gotta take a ‘circle back’ route home. Space Force is sniffing at our tail. Hang on to your sharp fangs.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain bunny.” Dangerous kept one eye on the ancient-Celtic elder, as she was known in their Wolf Peak world, and the other on the frequency readout. 

While they seesaw-whipped through the skies, he adjusted the chamber’s healing tones slowly and methodically ridding her of various toxins. Resurrection would be initiated later. 

“You’re gonna be gorgeous again. Youthful and gorgeous,” he promised. Noting her stubborn nature, evident in her energy field, Dangerous added.”Howls by the Wolf God, whether you like it or not.” 

Like Father Sun after a thunderstorm’s rage, his grin broke through the clouds of his soul.

****

Lost in a foggy chaotic dreamscape, Kymbra gradually became aware of the soft cloud holding her. So soft.  

She luxuriated, clinging to the sheer pleasure. For years she’d been tired, often dragging herself from day to day.

No, I don’t want to open my eyes. 

“All packed up. Ready to deliver baby formula.” The determination of the woman’s voice impacted Kymbra, a big jolt from the heaven’s above.

“Keep in contact, sis. Promise.” 

Love yet serious concern in his tone, and also command, Kymbra recognized the man who… what? What happened to me?

“Your elder is awakening. I’m outta here.” 

“Yeah, when I need you–the woman to woman thing,” he teased. 

“The babies need me, my team, more,” his sister flippantly threw back. 

What is that distinctive accent? Kymbra heard sis’s departing footsteps. Babies… the memory hit like the damn glare of a big-screen plasma TV. Hate those things. 

Kymbra’s eyes popped open. Diffused violet-tinted light haloed the man’s face, seemed to heal her eyes. 

Ignoring his handsome, hard-defined features, she blurted out, “I know who is hoarding the baby formula. It’s them. They have to feed it to our dear leader, the sleeping O’Bidden.”

Intense eyes, the aqua color of the Caribbean sea at dusk entered her soul–a gentle penetration. “Sleeping?” he asked after a pause.

“You know that creepy incubator thing they put him in…the high-tech drugs they keep him on…only baby formula works for his, his intestines, his gut, what’s left of it.”

He gave a thoughtful nod before saying, “I think I’m seeing what you are. The  rotting zombie under glass.”

“Who are you? Where the heck am I? What’s going on?” Kymbra demanded, moving to sit up. 

“Easy there, woman.” He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “A bit more healing time is required.” 

Given his sincere kind voice, Kymbra obeyed. “Healing?” she snapped. “How is it you can see what I see before my mind’s eye? Are you a Borg creepazoid? Did you put a chip in me?”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

May 16, 2021

Stray Cat Strut Synchronicity by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:08 am

  Stray Cats – Stray Cat Strut (Official Video)

Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers! 

So, synchronicity is at a work. I was on youtube and a music video by the Stray Cats showed up unexpectedly in the recommendations. That, of course, triggered my memory of writing this particular flash scene … yep, I moved and grooved to the song bigtime … and get this, originally this scene was posted on May 13, 2015 … yeah, back at the *old* blog, ShapeShifter Seductions [with an ‘s’ at the end].

Note: Kalina, the heroine of this flash, is an ET, an AI specialist, who was abandoned on Earth in the city of Chicago. Dante, the alpha wolf leader, sent Zortega, his long lost cousin, to rescue her. At the time, they were under vicious cyber attack. 

Also, a few small changes were made to the scene

 May 13, 2015
The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Ever hear one of those songs that just tickles you no end? Well, that’s your flash scene for today. I hope you enjoy.

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The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


“A crash course in Earth culture,” Kalina muttered, practicing her use of the English language. She waved her hand over the wall-sized monitor, installing the last of the current information gathered from the world wide web, including the depths of the dark net, and all the Q-clearance intel organizations she’d discovered.

Instead of an AI assassin, she’d become more of a bits-and-bytes spy. Entering the cyberworld as frequency consciousness, Kalina hid out, observing the flash and flow of traffic. Whenever lightning-pulses of secret info appeared, she chased the signature-stamped pulses down to source.

The project to save endangered information on the internet had become a serious priority with Dante. Ever since pages he’d saved to his primitive hard drive had disappeared on the net, the alpha werewolf had become a fiend for storing every last cyber-info bit he could get his paws on. To that end, over the last year’s time, he’d hired a  growing team of top-predator nerds.

Now hunting down the shadow-system perpetrators of scrubbed info, had become the favored sport of these shapeshifter nerds, and Kalina had given them tips on how and where to find their prey.

Recently, she’d helped to design the ultimate storage system, along with a secretive shifter who called himself Rogue Stray Cat. Speaking of, Kalina heard him crooning his adopted theme song as he sauntered toward the super-secured room.

“Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence… Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent… I’m flat broke but I don’t care … I strut right by with my tail in the air.”  With that Rogue Stray peeked through the crack of the sliding door, and grinned at her.

Tall, thin, with an air of regal nonchalance, he strolled inside. The door auto-shut behind him, and he took a quick swallow of his mud java as he called his first cup of coffee. Raising his brows in question, he gazed directly at her.

“Complete,” Kalina answered, then smiled at him.

Rogue Stray flipped back a shock of black and orange hair. “Let’s give it a trial run, kiddo. Then prep a program for capturing the latest and greatest on the world wide wiretap.”

“Agreed. But first you have to sing… is it the chorus?”

With a smooth flourish of his wrist, he held the coffee mug like a mike, singing… “Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies’ cat… A feline Casanova, hey man, that’s where its at…Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man… Get my dinner from a garbage can.”

After an affected wiggle of his dark brows, he added, “I have to tell ya, ET kiddo, the garbage cans around here are gourmet eatin’.”

“I bet they are.” Kalina giggled lustily. She couldn’t help it around him. Even though her sweetheart squeeze, as she whispered in his ear everyday… one alpha wolf shifter, Zortega, the courageous man who had rescued her, and now possessively body-guard protected her daily… he would snarl and bare his teeth whenever Rogue Stray entertained her like this.

Learning he was all snarl and no werewolf-bite, Kalina always soothed Zortega with soft kisses on his large handsome face.

“When is that savage wolf mate of yours due today?” Rogue Stray seriously regarded her. Although, laughter shone in his moon-bright, dark yellow eyes.
Kalina well knew he feline-enjoyed baiting Zortega. With a toss of her long hair, she replied, “He has a long meeting today with Dante, and most of those in the inner circle. Those who patrol and protect Peak Territory.”

“Ah, then you’re at the tender mercy of my claws,” Rogue Stray bantered. He swallowed down much of his mud java, and when he looked at her again, the nerdish glitter in his eyes ignited. “Let’s see what you’ve accomplished, little cyber miracle worker.”
The next several hours flew by comet-swiftly, as Kalina demonstrated, then explained her crystal cyber library. No spider-net cloud where info could be easily hacked… no, the global information she’d collected was now permanently catalogued inside the specialized crystals she knew how to grow. The thumb-sized crystals dazzingly flickered whenever Kalina accessed them.

“Would you like to hear your theme song?” she asked, once they explored the music library. At his eager nod, she added, “Just start singing.”

“I don’t bother chasing mice around… I slink down the alley looking for a fight…Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night…Singin’ the blues while the lady cats cry, “Wild stray cat, you’re a real gone guy.”

Instantly, the immense screen displayed an icon for every recording, every video made so far, and included karaoke renditions. To Kalina’s surprise and delight, the center image circled larger. And there he was, her Rogue Stray. Attired in a slouch hat, dark blue sunglasses, and a ‘righteous’ outfit, he stood in front the microphone. A three-piece band played behind him as he sang the lyrics in a blusie crooning yowl.

“Yep, it’s me, kiddo.” Pride colored his words. “You aren’t going to let that singing cat out of the bag,” he added quickly, but in his usual humor-filled tone.

“No. Not if you don’t want me to.” Kalina instantly knew she owned the image-key to discovering more about him. Perhaps to discovering his past, his origin. Who he truly was… at least, some major-star clues.

“That’s the *claw cuts both ways* deal with worldwide access to info about anyone at any time, isn’t it?” he quietly asked, his tone almost a purr.

“It is. Tracked, traced, and data-based, as they say here…on planet Earth.” Kalina pointed to the giant monitor to mute the sound. She turned to face him. “It’s why Dante examines anyone allowed to work at this level. Their character, I mean. He vetted you. Don’t worry, I won’t pursue more about you.” She smiled to reassure him. “Although, my curiosity is high. I must admit.”

“Curiosity killed the cat. In my case, satisfaction won’t bring him back, kiddo. I got some mighty mean bad-ass guys on my tail. They don’t give a rip or RIP who they eliminate on the way. If you get my drift?”

His words rang true as a space geyser about to erupt. “I understand. Being on the receiving end of bad-guy pursuit myself.”

“So, I heard.” He gave her a sly wink of comradery. “Enough of this lazin’ about. Let’s get some work done.”

“One of these days, you’ll confide in me, Rogue Stray kitty kat. I have one of those listening ears. That’s what Zortega tells me.”

“Someday,” he promised, as they moved toward the master console.

Behind her, Kalina heard him purring-croon, “I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.”
 
“You do got cat class and style,” she threw over her shoulder.
~~~~~~

Here’s the music video that appeared on youtube …

Stray Cats – Be Bop A Lula

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

April 23, 2021

Earth Day, Wild At Heart by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:20 am

 In Wolf Peak Territory

Running With Her Wolves on Earth Day

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Happy Mother Earth Day, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

Yep, definitely a day to LOVE Mother Earth in the Peak. Everyone celebrates, gives thanks, and most importantly, listens to the Mother. What does She need? What does She want and desire? What are her messages to those living and thriving upon her lands?

Meet Silver Bullet. He stars in a flash scene I’m currently writing. Bullet is part of the Silver Wolf Pack. They are wolf-god shifters, the grandchildren of the Thor. He’s the younger brother of Thunderbolt, owner-founder of The Bohemian Thunder Club.  Located inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, this a fine dining establishment for women, for their enjoyment–given the men serving them are incredibly sexy, and mostly naked. Yes, Silver Bullet works with his brother at the Bohemian Thunder Club, and also moonlights as a bodyguard when needed. 

This is Silver Angel, cousin of Bullet and Thunderbolt. Seeking refuge, the freedom to be herself, and a better life, she has arrived in Wolf Peak Territory. 

In her animal shifter form, basking in the crescent moon’s golden glow, Gypsy Red Wolf, communes with the night, with the sacred celestial energies. Powerfully psychic, one of Wolf Peak’s original founders, she leads the Peak’s Circle of Witches. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

April 5, 2021

Atlantis, UFO File, Spring & Easter’s Arrival by Savanna Kougar

 In Wolf Peak Territory

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

 
 Springtime Easter Howls, Yowls, and Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

Revelries abound, the ongoing joyous celebration of Spring, of Easter’s arrival lifts the spirits of ALL living in the Peak.

 In harmony with the new Aquarian Age renaissance energies… and also, attuned to the rise of Atlantis, the true beneficent vision that is–all THOSE in Wolf Peak are thriving, expanding their spiritual abilities, their personal horizons. In the Peak communities many are building their surroundings, their lifestyles, in the image of their most favored historical period/era–an idealized fantasy-advanced version/vision. Or bringing forth the highest possibilities of that particular cultural time.

Through Shendy Kaslan Wize, an Atlantean Priestess, who currently lives in the Peak with her two cowboy shapeshifter mates — because of her diplomatic liaison with the fifth-dimensional Atlantis, Shendy’s original home — now the gorgeously artistic Atlantean lifestyle of those antediluvian times is being created anew in some areas of Wolf Peak Territory.

 However, the spingtime fun, the high spirits of March/April 2021 has been tempered by the diabolical and terrible realities facing all GOOD BEINGS on our beloved planet Earth… that is, at this cosmic spinpoint. One terror plan of the alien-darkside cabal includes what has been called Project Blue Beam — or what is known as the fake ET/Alien invasion designed to fraudulently, brutally force those on Earth beneath the crushing-torture boot of total tyranny.  

Dante, the alpha wolf shifter leader, and his various  protective teams, are preparing for the Herculean battles ahead. They are busy informing everyone in the Peak. The following video is one educational tool being used. 

Dark Journalist: X State Of The Union UFO File & Global Control!

 Two of the UFO Watcher Guardians in the Peak, they keep a wolfen and eagle eye on otherworld ETs, on other dimensional Visitors — those who are friends, those who are ruthless enemies. Because yes, as revealed before, Wolf Peak has their own fearsome Space Force commanded by Blade Runner. A rabbit humanoid ET, he fell to Earth many years ago.

The sacred time of Easter is here. Joyous and sacred celebrations of the venerated Spring Goddess, of ‘Christ Rising’, of ‘new birth’ abound throughout the various Peak communities. The children are lovingly embraced with every Easter/Eostre tradition. They are encouraged to form strong bonds with all creatures great and small. For the animal side of shifters are BELOVED, HEART-TREASURED in Wolf Peak. Of course.

Given the potential psyop labeled Project Blue Beam, given the extremely volatile and dangerous endtimes before us — then the beginning of the magnificent freedoms of the Aquarian Age… because psycho-soulless enemies from every corner of Earth, and beyond, are currently attacking Wolf Peak… yes, the warriors and warrioressses are crucial to surviving and thriving. Now from every region of Mother Earth, from every time period, also from other galaxies and dimensions,  the warrioresses and warriors gather in greater force. For, not only do they want protect the Wolf Peak community, but their fiercest desire is to join, to belong. To know real freedom.

One such warrior is Stag Man with his ancient-lineage wolf pack. Relentlessly, they fight as part of the Peak’s Guardian Teams. Stag Man’s impressive antlers serve as cosmic and planetary antenna… or being in direct communication with Mother Nature and the Beneficent Beings, those who favor our planet and all life here.

 According to the Peak’s beloved Circle of Witches, many in the human family have realized at an ever higher, wiser level in this year 2021, that they must arise and fight, battle the evil forces desperate to conquer Mother Earth — and all LIFE here. For too long, as a world population, the human race has been lulled into a sheep-like state of disarmed obedience. The time for spiritual discernment is here. Who is enemy? Who is friend? Let the battle begin… and be won!
 

 This is the Year of the Metal Ox, or the blade-warrior spirit of the Bull as it is called in Wolf Peak. This rogue, medieval band of merry men has time-traveled from the era of Robin Hood bringing their tough breed of cattle. Desiring to settle down, they are in search of wives. Of course, they roam and protect the wild forests of the Peak territory from every manner. every vicious type of foe.

 Once upon a time, during the Age of the Tartarian Giants, magnificent bulls ruled the skies above fantastical megalithic castles and the most splendid ornamental cities. These incredible bulls chased off, goring, then stomping on all dangerous predators. Well, it turns out a remnant population survives in Montana living deep within the Rocky Mountains. They live in isolated splendor. Representatives have contacted Dante wishing to establish a mutually beneficial relationship through trade, also offering their covert protection.

 The Feline Protectors arrive in ferocious force, once again, on planet Earth. During the times of Ancient Egypt many cat humanoids became bodyguards for those who practiced Good Magick and built the Good technology. They particularly favored powerful women. Knowing they are beloved by longtime immigrant to the Peak, Z’Pasha, granddaughter of the Egyptian goddess, Bastet, and mate of Superwolf, White Fang — knowing they are always welcome in Wolf Peak Territory, the Feline Protectors now base themselves inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, an enormous subterranean complex.

Well aware the exceptionally diverse Guardian Teams in Wolf Peak Territory are always revered… and in league with the Feline Protectors, the cosmos-traveling Black Panther Race is offering their wise and legendary Guidance. Several of their boldest claw-ruthless troopers have volunteered to be a part of the Peak’s Guardian Teams — also to assist in teaching all levels of defense training. For, to save this jewel of a planet is to save the galaxy itself from the darkest, most diabolical tyranny.

One of the Peak’s Celtic priestess, she walks beneath the bright rays of the Worm Moon, on March 28th, also known as the Lenten Moon, Crow Moon, Crust Moon, Chaste Moon, Sugar Moon, and Sap Moon… so it begins. Mother Earth greets the rising strength and light-giving prowess of the Sun — thus awakening, warming her soils. She feeds the robins, the other mating birds with earthworms, with the foods they need to nourish their young. With her Golden Beingness, the Celtic priestess lovingly assists Sol.

As a new Magickal Way arises upon Earth –There is More Emergence of the Fae Realm … for, they wish to live upon the surface of our unique abundant planet. They desire to interact with humanity, to join with the mystical Divine power of the human race. Together, they wish to create a plentiful and beautiful Paradise for All.

 While Bear Shapeshifters, their clans, their families — every species of Bear — thrive in Wolf Peak, a new, yet ancient Bear Shamanic tribe out of the Russian lands… they now join the epic battle to keep the Peak community, and Mother Earth protected. They will use their fearsome spiritual Bear Energy to counter Project Blue Beam, to destroy the evil lizard humanoids, and the anti-human reptilian races who would conquer any and every galaxy– for, they are AI-controlled enemies who rape, pillage, and plunder planet worlds.


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

December 25, 2020

Winter Solstice, Thor’s Hammer, Cosmic Snow Kisses by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 10:18 am

 Christmas Comes To Wolf Peak Territory

  Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

So, I’ve been working on my Winter Solstice post…but couldn’t get it done before now…

Hearth and Home, Christmas Eve in Wolf Peak Territory

 Waiting for Santa Claws

 Yuletide Joy For All…

End of the Year 2020 In Wolf Peak Territory… 

Winter Solstice *Howls and Yowls and Growls* In 2020, Shapeshifter Lovers.

Again, Happy Howlidays to All from Wolf Peak Territory.

Thunderbolt, silver wolf shapeshifter and grandson of Thor, raised his dynastic lightning hammer high, a dramatic action that impressed all in the Great Hall. “Judgement by the Universe Council has arrived for the Dark Destroyers who dare bring death and destruction upon Mother Earth, upon her precious sentient beings. 

The torment, the torture of the Innocent, of the Good, has exceeded all tolerance. Despite the Cosmic Federation’s proper warnings, and prior punishments, nothing has deterred Those Dark Ones Who Refuse the Heart, Those Who Rape the Soul of Sovereign Beings.

Thunderbolt swung the gigantic god-weapon crashing it on the wood-plank table. Fiery sparks, enormous flashes of blue forked lightning, the sound boomed blistering the air. Yet, the table remained untouched, perfectly pristine.

“Let the Great Judgement begin, ferocious and merciless.”

“Only mercy for Those Who Are Deserving.” A halo of crystalline sparks emanated from the lovely fae queen. “The Black Hearts must be cleansed from our Earth realm. We must bring forth our strongest powers, my Wolf Peak family. On this shortest day, on this longest night–this Winter Solstice–we join together in the spiritual battle. With relentless determination we will destroy Those Who Would Destroy us, Those Global Deceivers who are irreversibly harming our Great Mother planet.”  

 Thundercloud, Thunderbolt’s brother, brought his Hammer of Judgement down, a shattering explosion that shook the Great Gathering Hall.

“Victory belongs to the righteously good.” 

Hearty bellows of agreement competed with the sound of his hammer. 

Before the echoes subsided, Saxia stood. She raised her arm in triumph as she met the gazes of those around her. “On this sacred Winter Solstice I have good news, my sisters and brothers in Wolf Peak. My home realm of Hyperborea joins this highest spiritual battle. We join with our advanced mind abilities and with our most savage warriors.”

 “Saxia, Saxia, Saxia…” the chant traveled throughout the Hall.

  Silvermist, Thunderbolt’s sister, thrust her Hammer of Judgement high. In victory. “My grandfather, Thor, lives eternally in our Spirit. We the Silver Wolf Pack. We will not accept any form of world tyranny. Now, the false gods invade our Mother Earth to rule, to ruthlessly pillage and plunder, to enslave the Helpless. No!” She pumped the hammer, “we will fight.”

“Silvermist, Silvermist, Silvermist. We will fight,” the thunderous chorus erupted shaking the arched rafters of the Great Hall.

“We will fight,” Zheros stood, naturally commanding the attention of All. The Leader of the Stag Clans in Wolf Peak Territory, he had become one of Dante, alpha wolf leader, and his mate, Kitty’s top shifter advisors. 

“Even now, as you know, we and our Fae companions, battle every enemies with the ancient and potent power of Magick. On this mystical night of the Winter Solstice the Cosmic Knowledge gained through our antenna antlers will empower our fight. We know in the Aquarian Age WE LIVE FREE or we perish on our beloved Mother Earth.”

Kaashyda, Celtic Wisdom Priestess, head of various spiritual communities in the Peak… she glided beside the stag shifter. 

 “As you speak, Zheros. In the antediluvian days of Freedom when the Atlantean culture was Good, when all was prosperous and joy lived in every heart. The time when there was a grand creative paradise and every individual could bring forth according to their WILL.”

Kaashyda raised her arm as if she held the torch, the torch triumphantly held by Lady Liberty.

“So it will be again. If we dare to fight. For, victory is within reach. It is ours, dearest Peak family.”

Razor, Freedom Rider, and one of the roughest, toughest Bikers in Wolf Peak, clapped his two buddies on the back. The razorback boar shifter had been ‘buds’ with Thunderbolt’s brothers, Silver Bullet and Silver Blade, since their days of patrolling the Peak’s most dangerous borders.

“Hammers of Judgement!” Razor boomed like a thunderclap. “Bring them down, my Vikings. We will hammer every Soulless, Heartless enemy into useless particles. We will blow their pitiful remains into the black void of the Universe.”

In unison Silver Bullet and Silver Blade struck the wood-plank table. Electrified air spun like a cyclone above everyone in the Great Hall. 

Once the storm of energy had swirled to stillness, Razor beckoned Solivia, inviting the Fae Seeress to share her mystical knowledge about the Winter Solstice. With a grace of movement, and with her two mini-dragon companions perched atop her shoulders, Solivia joined Razor.  Wrapped in a subtle golden light, she beamed a smile. “I bring you good tidings from Gypsy Red Wolf and our Circle of Witches. On this 2020 Winter Solstice, on this hallowed day–the beginning of the New Light–the planets Jupiter and Saturn partner with each other in a beautiful celestial dance. This rare dance of expansive and organizing energies will guide our Aquarian Age future.  Will inspire our innovative and invention-fueled grand renaissance.”  Solivia opened her arms. Her wings shimmered, a bright lovely magick. “My Beloved Ones, as you know, this year’s sacred-dimensional Stargate is a Goddess-God powerful transformational point on Mother Earth. Our Golden-Spirit transmutation will usher us toward greater galactic truths. Toward a whole-holy consciousness of Benefit to everyone.”
 Solivia floated, an airy beautiful vision. “Today’s Grand Conjunction will ultimately revolutionize our lives beyond what most currently imagine. Know, from this point forward, epic changes will cascade like a fast-rushing, enormous waterfall. Know too, this Aquarian Age Solstice is connected to the Winter Solstice Stargate of 2012. As you realize, this was the beginning of Ascension energies. Now the full activation of the Higher Heart begins.” 

“The Higher Heart.” Solivia’s stag shifter mate, Draegh, approached. He embraced her close, then planted a soft kiss on her cheek. 
 “During this epic time of Change–this time of both troubles and triumphs,” he addressed their gathering. “We would all be wise to have a bag full of hammers.” Draegh grinned. “Hammers are practical and good tools. Right, my friends?”
His expression turned serious, his gaze far-seeing. “Cosmically, it is a time for building, constructing our world anew. By using our spiritual magickal hammers.” 
 Draegh hugged his mate closer. His love for her was visible as a radiant force. “To achieve our Aquarian-Age future we will use our bag full of hammers not only to build, but to defeat our foes. We will use the Hammer of Judgement. We will hammer, stomp every evil predator into the slime and mud. By my oath”

Dante, their alpha wolf leader, flipped the Hammer of Judgement high above him. As he strode to the speaker’s platform, he performed a series of fancy and impressive maneuvers–as if he threw and twirled a baton. Thunderbolt had gifted Dante with a Thor’s Hammer suited to his size.

“He’s trying out for the Viking cheerleader’s squad,” Kitty, his mate, joked, her tone playful. She took hold of his hand as Dante joined her on the Hall’s platform.

 “I have to show off for my gorgeous mate.” Dante gave Kitty’s waist a loving squeeze. “The Jupiter-Saturn Winter Solstice we are celebrating, this heavenly sign introducing the Aquarian Age, promises freedom, true freedom, individual freedom,” he paused, then continued in his growly voice, “if we are brave enough to take it.”

“We are brave enough,” roared throughout the Great Hall.

“The Aquarian Age,” Kitty spoke once silence reigned. “This celestial dance of planets, as Solivia explained, bestows a new harmony between women and men. We now own the opportunity to dance together with ‘A Higher Heart’. With a more loving heart.”

Kitty spread her arms as if she embraced everyone present. “The marriage of the feminine and masculine energies becomes possible in a holistic and beautiful way. This is because we dance, we create life in a union far beyond what we have experienced on our precious Mother Earth.”

Kitty finished with these words, “We live, move, and have our being in LOVE.” 

Cosmic Snow Kisses During the Winter Solstice Grand Conjunction.  Feel the Love of the Universe Surround and Touch Every Inch of You.

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

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