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A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 14: Welcome, young childThe following days blended; the house was no longer lively. I found it easiest to cuddle up next to Dingo. It was getting colder outside; and I found it nice to cuddle close to him; that and the depression of Coconuts’ death was eating at my stomach.
Ivo would keep himself in his room, but I could hear him trying his hardest to show strength to his younger sons. When he wasn’t in the room, isolation himself, I found him talking calmly to his sons, mostly Scratch and Grounder. They seemed closer to Coconuts then Decoe or Bocoe. He also came into my room, to see if I was up to leaving. I just shook my head, staying nuzzled to Dingo. I found in easier to stay snugged inside my bed, cuddling up to Dingo’s warm body. “If ever you need someone to talk to,” Ivo whispered. “I’m here. If you are not hiding your feelings, then I’m fine.” He placed my hot coco on the lap table. “But I want you to talk to someone if you are. I am.”
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 13: We Will Never PartWhen Dingo stud up for the first time in months, I couldn’t hold back my tears. What was even better was that Ivo was there to witness this great feat. Dingo didn’t get far, his legs were shaking from the lack of moving. What made him move was that he was getting annoyed by all this extra treatment that he was getting. I found our lips together for the first time in ages. It just; happened. As he sat down, I just wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him; my tail curling around my lifting left leg. I felt horrible afterwards, apologizing to both Doctor Vel and Ivo when we let go of each other’s lips. They didn’t seem fazed, though I couldn’t tell what Ivo thought of it even if he had a soft smile on his face. “It doesn’t bother me,” he said. “I thought I told you guys that.”
I didn’t tell Dingo of Snively and Ivo’s past; I found it best to keep it secret. I was just happy that he was up and walking again. It may n
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 12: Hospital SecretsIt seemed like forever since I saw a room other than Dingo’s recovery room. I never left his side, other than to use the rest room. I was giving my food with Dingo’s, and I slept next to him, as I did before. They days started to blend into one, and I forgot about the world. He was getting better with many things, but he has yet to step on the ground with his new leg. “When he feels ready to walk again, then his should walk,” Doctor Vel told me. “But until then, he needs to let his body recognize that he has a new leg.”
I found myself longing for him to start moving again. I was told this was normal; it was heart wrenching to see your loved one crippled on a hospital bed. I felt myself gently nudging him at times, trying to help him start moving. “Sleet,” he would chuckle, “you are like a feisty mother to her lazy son, trying to get him to start working around the house.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. I felt
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 11: RecoveryI found myself nuzzling none stop that night. I wanted to look up, and to see Dingo chuckling at me, telling me to stop crying; that everything would be fine. But he wouldn’t; and he was not waking up, not for a long time. I was isolated from the world.
I felt a hand on my back. “He’ll be fine, Sleet.” It sounded like Doctor Vel. I couldn’t lift my head, and nuzzled closer. “But we need his arm that you are covering with you head. May you move it, please?” I shook my head. I was not going to move, I couldn’t move. My head was so soar, I didn’t want to. I felt Dingo was safe in my position, that he was never going to be hurt in my care. I felt myself get gently pushed off his arm, next to his head. “There. You are still with him. He knows you are here. I promise. Let me just put all the needed I.V.s in his arm, and his mask.”
My ear twitched as he moved about the room. It was white; very white. I never saw this room befor
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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