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ETA 2014: All the things that I love that you stole from me

My faith, my love, even my ancestry

I take them back, I make them new. They never were meant for the ilk of you

Your theft may have sullied, your charade fooled some

But with these words, your evil is undone

Kateri Darkwolf, wild and free

Wolf spirited she was and ever shall be

You are not these things

Nor ever were

Now be gone

You thief

Forever

~~~~~

Her name is Kateri and her eyes are emerald green
Silky coat of white, a graceful vision from a dream
Waiting in regal silence for the return of her mate
Separated by circumstance, a most cruel twist of fate
Disdaining all the others, for there’s none could ever win
The love she saves for her alpha, ’til they are one again

~ kei, writing as Everybody Has A Story

22 February 2012

Kateri

Kateri

A Letter Found II

Liam Honey,

It’s important that you know that your Daddy and I loved each other very much. I ‘m sure you feel that, even though you don’t get to see him very often. The things that happened to separate us just happened. Not everyone has a faerytale in their life. Or a miracle. You look so much like him. How did you so get so much taller than your Mum, eh?
I hope you’re having fun with Grandma, I am getting better. A little stronger everyday and I can’t wait until you’re back home here with me.

Love, Giju’

~~~

I guess I won’t be able to share all of this journal with him… I can’t believe how much I didn’t say in these pages… thank god for my memories… Thank god for my boy child… We made something beautiful Broken Boy Soldier…

~~~

I wore the purple dress that I know he likes, the same one that I wore just a few months ago. I put on my jean jacket and mukluks too, he calls me his Kateri Two Worlds. The first time he did, I thought he was teasing me. It’s taken me awhile to get his humour… He kind of reminds me of Judd Nelson sometimes. When he played in that breakfast movie… They’re the same sort of, cute and like, a bad boy with a heart of gold, but E is… God, he’s beautiful.  Like Adam Beach or Cody Jones. And tall! He makes me feel like a tiny faery :)))

I went with Jonny and I’m not so sure that was a good idea. I have a feeling that she is friggin’ crazy about Whiskey and I know that there is a Ms. Machine south of the border. Eric said she can drink almost as much of that stuff as W does! God, I’d barf! … Anyway-y-y, I didn’t say anything about it. Jonny doesn’t hassle me about this thing with E, other than that last time. She told me he’s going to break my heart and… I think I know that’s true.

So we got across no problem, now that I’m legal it’s easier. I’m pretty sure my Mum won’t be too impressed that Daddy let me take off for the weekend but then, from the family legends I’ve heard, Daddy and E were a lot alike. Besides, it’s not like they haven’t met him. We’ve been coming here every summer for years now. All he said when we’d finished packing up her car and we were heading out was, “You two behave and look after each other. Call me from the camp office so I know you’re there safe.” He hugged us both real tight, that’s my Dad’s version of “I love you.”

We headed out, with the tunes cranked… I can’t wait to see him again. He makes me feel like I’ve swallowed lightning and that kiss… that kiss, it was a good thing he was holding on so tight, my knees gave… it was like being drunk on the taste of him… and when I pulled his shirt out of his jeans, his skin… warm, so soft, the muscle in his back, hard under my palms, I can still taste him and I don’t care if this is crazy… I can’t write more, it was so beautiful, so perfect… Shit! My Mum is ragging again… I swear she had me just so someone else would do the dishes! Crap

~ kei
18 December 2013

To Be Continued

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Alpha

Okwaho sings with the children of the night
He sings to my sister full moon, ow-oooo,
And my brother north wind whispers harmony
They carry his song here to Akwesasne

His voice echoes in the chambers of my heart
Padding on wolf’s paws through my mind
I am not afraid, he has tasted my skin
Teeth on the back of my neck, let me in

Wait for me Kateri Two Worlds, wait for me love
Coming closer now I feel, ever north he moves
Running with the pack, my alpha shapeshifter
He hunts the heat of my blood in bitter winter

~ kei
14 December 2013

A Letter Found

Dear Liam,

You asked me to tell you about your Dad and I think now that you are fifteen, maybe I can tell you a little. If it’s okay with you, I’m going to copy my journal into this letter, it’ll be easier for me. It was long ago but still makes me cry and I don’t want you to be upset by your Giju”s tears… We can talk about it when you get home from your Grandma’s.

Love, Mum

~~~

The last time I saw Broken Boy Soldier, he was still Eric.

He had driven up to the campground where we’d met for so many summers, with our families. He came with the boy who would soon be known as “Husband”.
Mine.

He already looked different. We were sitting side by side on a picnic table, looking out across the great lake. The one that we’d joked wasn’t a well guarded enough border to keep us apart. I stole a glance at him in the fast approaching twilight. The glossy black curls that had rested on the collar of his leather jacket were gone, his hair was so short, it almost looked painful. His ears looked pale compared to the summer tan that still coloured his face and neck. I wanted to kiss them…

~ kei

4 December 2013

To Be Continued…

 

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Thirsty

The coyote is back again today…

When I stepped outside this morning, I could see him, paws on chin, watching me from the grassy hillocks several yards away. He’s becoming bolder everyday it seems. Perhaps because he watched the day that Okwaho left and he knows I’m alone.

As much as I can, I keep to my normal routine, even though its become harder with this big belly of mine. I always step outside to welcome the new day as soon as dawn breaks and I don’t want coyote to sense that I fear. I do feel fear though. I think all of the Creator’s children in this hot, dry part of the plains are fearful now.

I’ve been hungry before but not like this summer. No snow in the winter, no rain in the spring… finding water fit to drink has become  a near impossible task.

Water is the only reason that Okwaho consented to leave me and our soon-to-arrive first born. He left, on foot, 6 days ago. Walking because some days before, we’d had to let Horse go to seek water.

Coyote showed up the morning of my second day alone. He waits and watches. His ribs are showing a little too, just like Okwaho’s do and there is an intensity in his gaze that causes prickles down my back. We sit, both of us looking at each other across the dust that separates his grassy retreat from my place in the shade outside our wigwam.

He with his paws crossed in front of him, me with my hands crossed over my belly.

Watching the sky for rain, watching for Okwaho, watching Coyote watch me…

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Okwaho

Pretty Mohawk boy

Imagine this

He set me on fire

With just one kiss

No illusions here

He made it clear

He found a lover when

He whispered in my ear

He said

I am the only one

That you’ve been craving

And if I am truly

The only one

Can you give me

What you’ve been saving

Took me home

To his room

Bodies drenched in sweat and

My perfume

Slipped his jeans off

And then my dress

Pulled me into his arms and then

The rest you can guess

Thirsty

The coyote is back again today…

When I stepped outside this morning, I could see him, paws on chin, watching me from the grassy hillocks several yards away. He’s becoming bolder everyday it seems. Perhaps because he watched the day that Okwaho left and he knows I’m alone.

As much as I can, I keep to my normal routine, even though its become harder with this big belly of mine. I always step outside to welcome the new day as soon as dawn breaks and I don’t want coyote to sense that I fear. I do feel fear though. I think all of the Creator’s children in this hot, dry part of the plains are fearful now.

I’ve been hungry before but not like this summer. No snow in the winter, no rain in the spring… finding water fit to drink has become  a near impossible task.

Water is the only reason that Okwaho consented to leave me and our soon-to-arrive first born. He left, on foot, 6 days ago. Walking because we’d had to let Horse go to seek water.

Coyote showed up the morning of my second day alone. He waits and watches. His ribs are showing a little too, just like Okwaho’s and there is an intensity in his gaze that causes prickles down my back. We sit both of us looking at each other across the dust that separates his grassy retreat from my place in the shade outside our wigwam.

He with his paws crossed in front of him, me with my hands crossed over my belly.

Watching the sky for rain, watching for Okwaho, watching Coyote watch me…