High Priest Lucius Dragonwolf
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- Dec 17, 2003
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It is my intention with the following to reveal an understanding of
those We come to know as Familiars & Friends.
Green Eyes glint in the moonlight, black fur camouflaging Her frame
within the shadows that the Laurel casts with a deceitful dance as
the wind carries a cloud across the glow from the Eye of the Night
Sky. No sound disguised by whispering wind or distant thunder escapes
her ears as no movement hides from her exeptional seneses, and she
watches and waits until the dawn hails the end of her shift and a
comfortable spot awaits a belly full and peacefull dreams amidst the
day.
An Egyptian Tiger, smaller than the Jungle kind, peers past His own
reflection, through the darkness as if seeing movies that would be
invisible to any other that had not such wide perception or ability,
and as He watches that which others would see past. He hears the
slightest noise behind Him and at once His sharp attention is focused
staring at the spot from which this sound had broken normal
silence and He points a visual impression of a warning until the
satisfaction of His curiosity reveals familiarity in the disturbance
and He turns again to stare across His image to the movie as it plays.
A Giant for His kind, though gentle as He is strong, He has learnt,
as have We both to speak without words of the things We both desire,
and In restful, peaceful harmony He will climb upon My chest
massaging My neck with His Paws, though His great claws remain
concealed as His purring joins the Rhythm of the Breath, as a River
meets the Sea, and a Trance is joined between Us and two Hunters
separate to seek their Prey. The beast behind the hidden claw and
slanted Eye is a Teacher to the Beast that inhabits weathered skin,
and the lessons of His calm yet stealth like posture do a justice to
the watcher if such skill's are passed across a species to enhance
and to transform.
Now of all the lives I have encountered, there is one that has
blessed Me with Friendship that transcends not only species, but
communication and devotion, for such Loyalty and companionship cannot
be guaranteed by Love alone, and relationships will come and go, but
this bond between Myself and this Muscle Bound Survivor, who could
rip me limb from limb or displace me from my feet at will is made of
stronger stuff than the elements could create. I share of every meal
with My Hulk of a companion and We play like children, loosing
ourself at times to time. Always eager to explore this remarkable
creature would pass the day in slumber where I not inclined to walk,
and when Hungry will not devour unless given My command. But I do not
take advantage of a mastery before Me for beyond mastery true
friendship needs no dictator of the will.
Five pairs of Eyes explore My perimeter, as five Pairs of Ears listen
to every direction of the wind.
Familiarity of the Familiar goes beyond faithfull companion to
multiplication of the senses and a beautiful machine.
As I look back with shared thought I recall collective first
encounters and the forming of an island reveals itself expanding as
My conciousness combines with the conciousness of friends.
Now another Small companion is included in this family, and already
eager footsteps race across a boarded floor, and bright reflective
eyes catch the movement of an insect and His worthiness is proven by
the swiftness of the kill.
Each see through shadows as physical diminishes from Humanised
impression and breaks out in all directions with a wild inquisition
and a scent from over distance that myself alone would miss. I am
blessed by My companions that are sent by grander designs than the
foresight and perception I am granted can decipher, though through
memory and hindsight I can see the past before me as a journey that's
been travelled by Pad and Foot and Paw.
They come to us unseen, for We rarely ask to receive them but these
gifts that are around us are a gift to be adored, for their mutual
adoration leaves a lingering impression for a gift that keeps on
giving is more valuable than wealth.
Familiar Familiar.
Regards
High Priest Lucius Dragonwolf
Hell's Assassin
www.joyofsatan.com
Hail Satan!
those We come to know as Familiars & Friends.
Green Eyes glint in the moonlight, black fur camouflaging Her frame
within the shadows that the Laurel casts with a deceitful dance as
the wind carries a cloud across the glow from the Eye of the Night
Sky. No sound disguised by whispering wind or distant thunder escapes
her ears as no movement hides from her exeptional seneses, and she
watches and waits until the dawn hails the end of her shift and a
comfortable spot awaits a belly full and peacefull dreams amidst the
day.
An Egyptian Tiger, smaller than the Jungle kind, peers past His own
reflection, through the darkness as if seeing movies that would be
invisible to any other that had not such wide perception or ability,
and as He watches that which others would see past. He hears the
slightest noise behind Him and at once His sharp attention is focused
staring at the spot from which this sound had broken normal
silence and He points a visual impression of a warning until the
satisfaction of His curiosity reveals familiarity in the disturbance
and He turns again to stare across His image to the movie as it plays.
A Giant for His kind, though gentle as He is strong, He has learnt,
as have We both to speak without words of the things We both desire,
and In restful, peaceful harmony He will climb upon My chest
massaging My neck with His Paws, though His great claws remain
concealed as His purring joins the Rhythm of the Breath, as a River
meets the Sea, and a Trance is joined between Us and two Hunters
separate to seek their Prey. The beast behind the hidden claw and
slanted Eye is a Teacher to the Beast that inhabits weathered skin,
and the lessons of His calm yet stealth like posture do a justice to
the watcher if such skill's are passed across a species to enhance
and to transform.
Now of all the lives I have encountered, there is one that has
blessed Me with Friendship that transcends not only species, but
communication and devotion, for such Loyalty and companionship cannot
be guaranteed by Love alone, and relationships will come and go, but
this bond between Myself and this Muscle Bound Survivor, who could
rip me limb from limb or displace me from my feet at will is made of
stronger stuff than the elements could create. I share of every meal
with My Hulk of a companion and We play like children, loosing
ourself at times to time. Always eager to explore this remarkable
creature would pass the day in slumber where I not inclined to walk,
and when Hungry will not devour unless given My command. But I do not
take advantage of a mastery before Me for beyond mastery true
friendship needs no dictator of the will.
Five pairs of Eyes explore My perimeter, as five Pairs of Ears listen
to every direction of the wind.
Familiarity of the Familiar goes beyond faithfull companion to
multiplication of the senses and a beautiful machine.
As I look back with shared thought I recall collective first
encounters and the forming of an island reveals itself expanding as
My conciousness combines with the conciousness of friends.
Now another Small companion is included in this family, and already
eager footsteps race across a boarded floor, and bright reflective
eyes catch the movement of an insect and His worthiness is proven by
the swiftness of the kill.
Each see through shadows as physical diminishes from Humanised
impression and breaks out in all directions with a wild inquisition
and a scent from over distance that myself alone would miss. I am
blessed by My companions that are sent by grander designs than the
foresight and perception I am granted can decipher, though through
memory and hindsight I can see the past before me as a journey that's
been travelled by Pad and Foot and Paw.
They come to us unseen, for We rarely ask to receive them but these
gifts that are around us are a gift to be adored, for their mutual
adoration leaves a lingering impression for a gift that keeps on
giving is more valuable than wealth.
Familiar Familiar.
Regards
High Priest Lucius Dragonwolf
Hell's Assassin
www.joyofsatan.com
Hail Satan!
