Max noticed the others like a bee might notice the unscented white dahlia flower in the middle of a field of strong sweet smelling honeysuckles. He noticed no one but Veti. He didn’t even try. He smelled her like that bee who needed pollen or die. And smell her he did, with his nose, with his hands, with his lips, with his whole body just taking in the scent of her. He had dreamed of this taste of sweetness for so long. Even more. If she was here, if he was here, than he was out. He was out. He wasn’t dead any longer.
Or was he? It was actually Max who after feeling Veti thought perhaps he might be dead. But what did that matter really as long as he wasn’t trapped in death.
Thad pushed the thought aside. He was taking in Veti as well. Even more so than Max because he heard her words and felt the weight of them. For so long Thad was sure if Max disappeared, if somehow Thad was able to reserve this spell, Veti would leave him. For good this time. It was Max she loved. He had made the guy just for her after all. Yet as time went by Thad was sure Veti caught sights of him, feels of Thad. She just said so. Right to him she had made it clear she saw all of him. She loved all of him. “You know I love you.” Thad answered nearly creaming his jeans in the thrill of that.
Ha, Max snorted, so Max like you are.
Thad pulled Max off in his own way keeping his hands, both of them around, Veti but giving her room to breath to get up to move back to this crowd. Max slowly growled at the retreating hound, or dog. It was Max’s that called to Daisy “You,” He grinned, “get the sewing badge girl scout.” Then he growled again “But shit, don’t ever take me back there again.”
He looked with surprise to Nestor, damn the dude was still hanging around this crowd? He gave the man a small nod as if that was all the appreciation he could muster. As he looked at him he wondered if the guy still had his flask. Shit, he could use a drink.
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Pull up a log and warm yourself by my fire.
The fire was dying. Tah lowered himself flat on the ground and put his lips close to the wet underbrush. He sucked in a deep smell of the ashes and then puffed out a long strong breath. As he found the rhythm of breathing, in the dead heat and blowing out his own life air, his hands sprinkled in bits of bark and leaves he had gathered from under the rain soaked matiting. It was not time for a blaze. The wood he had under a wide spruce branch needed to dry and he did not have any meat to roast. But to let the flame die was to add time on his next heating. Keep it burning always was a simple enough lesson learned.
Even alone, out on his hunt, he knew he would need the light and the heat later. He would need the flames to warm his cold bloody hands and the light to guide his cuts. He was going to kill a great horn. He had no doubts of that. His star said so. He had spent the last circles of the bright light in the sky tracking the marks left by the animal that would feed and cover him. But this was not just a kill. This was the great horn. With that he could go back to his clan and chose his woman. Tah could make his way by the big fire. Yes, with the horn his strength will be increased. He will drink the blood and gain the powers.
Tah had been thinking of the animal and almost didn’t notice strands of his hair too close to the embers. They began to sizzle. Quick his hand yanked at his hair, sliced the thick knots with the tip of his spear and tossed them into the new small flame. The long auburn clump of hair sparked. It was just what was needed to make the coals flame. With the hair from one side gone to the fire, Tah pressed his hand to the ashes of the past heat. Fingers dipped in the dark remains he pressed them on the side of this face that now lacked a large bunch of hair.
Tah scooted back. He watched the flame. His brown eyes larger than most in his cave opened encouraging the burn. Tah’s wide face, high cheeks, pressed tight nose, and prominent jaw was now smudged across his cheek with ashes. Hair that had been longer than his thick shoulders now was cut close to that sharp jaw on one side.
As soon as the fire caught Tah began to place large logs around it and mounded the brush and dirt along side of the logs. Large hands built a hump around the fire wanting it to burn but just slowly. Simmer was a word he did not know or use. To him it was to cover the fire. It needed on end open or it would stop. But Tah knew he could leave this mound and come back to red hot coals that he could breath to fire again.
Tah picked up a spear, sharp black stone point he had worked on for seasons wedged and tied into the long hard wood. He was close to the great horn. Prints in the mud told him so. His covered feet in skins from his manhood kill, silently moved back from the mound. He wore no shirt over his broad chest. He would cover that with the skin he now sought. As an after thought he reached back toward the small opening of his covered fire and smeared his hand in the dirt and ash. He wiped quickly over his chest covering more of his scent with the power of a spent fire. His hand stopped at the edge of his deerskin pants that tied on his hips with a braided leather strap.
Tah stood tall and smelled. His nose high in the ar to catch the way of the wind. His star in the sky pointed the direction last dark spell. Tah was ready. He spun away from the covered fire and stepped through the old needled tree forest.
The fire was dying. Tah lowered himself flat on the ground and put his lips close to the wet underbrush. He sucked in a deep smell of the ashes and then puffed out a long strong breath. As he found the rhythm of breathing, in the dead heat and blowing out his own life air, his hands sprinkled in bits of bark and leaves he had gathered from under the rain soaked matiting. It was not time for a blaze. The wood he had under a wide spruce branch needed to dry and he did not have any meat to roast. But to let the flame die was to add time on his next heating. Keep it burning always was a simple enough lesson learned.
Even alone, out on his hunt, he knew he would need the light and the heat later. He would need the flames to warm his cold bloody hands and the light to guide his cuts. He was going to kill a great horn. He had no doubts of that. His star said so. He had spent the last circles of the bright light in the sky tracking the marks left by the animal that would feed and cover him. But this was not just a kill. This was the great horn. With that he could go back to his clan and chose his woman. Tah could make his way by the big fire. Yes, with the horn his strength will be increased. He will drink the blood and gain the powers.
Tah had been thinking of the animal and almost didn’t notice strands of his hair too close to the embers. They began to sizzle. Quick his hand yanked at his hair, sliced the thick knots with the tip of his spear and tossed them into the new small flame. The long auburn clump of hair sparked. It was just what was needed to make the coals flame. With the hair from one side gone to the fire, Tah pressed his hand to the ashes of the past heat. Fingers dipped in the dark remains he pressed them on the side of this face that now lacked a large bunch of hair.
Tah scooted back. He watched the flame. His brown eyes larger than most in his cave opened encouraging the burn. Tah’s wide face, high cheeks, pressed tight nose, and prominent jaw was now smudged across his cheek with ashes. Hair that had been longer than his thick shoulders now was cut close to that sharp jaw on one side.
As soon as the fire caught Tah began to place large logs around it and mounded the brush and dirt along side of the logs. Large hands built a hump around the fire wanting it to burn but just slowly. Simmer was a word he did not know or use. To him it was to cover the fire. It needed on end open or it would stop. But Tah knew he could leave this mound and come back to red hot coals that he could breath to fire again.
Tah picked up a spear, sharp black stone point he had worked on for seasons wedged and tied into the long hard wood. He was close to the great horn. Prints in the mud told him so. His covered feet in skins from his manhood kill, silently moved back from the mound. He wore no shirt over his broad chest. He would cover that with the skin he now sought. As an after thought he reached back toward the small opening of his covered fire and smeared his hand in the dirt and ash. He wiped quickly over his chest covering more of his scent with the power of a spent fire. His hand stopped at the edge of his deerskin pants that tied on his hips with a braided leather strap.
Tah stood tall and smelled. His nose high in the ar to catch the way of the wind. His star in the sky pointed the direction last dark spell. Tah was ready. He spun away from the covered fire and stepped through the old needled tree forest.
How many ways can he smile? Jax thought as he held his cards. He was sure the shock and slight excited fear made its way to his face through Antonia’s show of her sensual skill. With his mouth slightly open, his eyes followed her fingers. He felt a shiver run through as he saw her wield her fancy deadly knife. Oh, he understood. She was displaying her treats like a rose blooms from the base of thorns. And still the whole thought brought a greedy grin. Jax had to let that smile grow. He watched her eyes and made sure she saw he took her threat, understood her cuts, and still could find excitement in the pursuit. Wasn’t that the point after all of the beauty of a rose? The cuts you had to suffer to pluck it.
And then to add deeper slices or even salt into the wound, the Captain made his voice clear. Was he the gardner, now? Jax could not keep the delighted smile in and he nodded his head and laughed to the Captain. He heard the claim, he could smell the scent of a wolf marking its territory even if the dig did not hold that intention. But Jax had to laugh, “Oh possession doesn’t have to be in the goal at all. Never said I demanded all the milk. To own and to taste are two different things” He grinned back to Antonia and winked before he smiled to the Captain again.
He was pushing maybe a bit he thought as he held his cards and listened again to the smooth sugar coated words of the First Mate. Gleet, gleek, he didn’t care what the hell she called it. It sounded good. His smile turned warm as he agreed. It was time to play.
As Jax looked at his cards he wondered what game he wanted here. He could care less really if he won or not. Would it be better to fall under the honey of the green player or suck up to the Captain for that ego boost most men in his place hold? Jax still wasn’t sure. So he studied his hand and jumped in with a modest bid that said he was a player but did not exaggerate his hold.
In each round he was quick with his turn, his bid, his announcement of his intentions. Jax did not pause or contemplate. He was ready each time. As each of the others took their turn he watched them with glances to the sitting beauty and her fruit. He took swigs of run. And he smiled. He enjoyed the game and that was clear in the sparkle of his eyes and all his different sort of smiles.
And then to add deeper slices or even salt into the wound, the Captain made his voice clear. Was he the gardner, now? Jax could not keep the delighted smile in and he nodded his head and laughed to the Captain. He heard the claim, he could smell the scent of a wolf marking its territory even if the dig did not hold that intention. But Jax had to laugh, “Oh possession doesn’t have to be in the goal at all. Never said I demanded all the milk. To own and to taste are two different things” He grinned back to Antonia and winked before he smiled to the Captain again.
He was pushing maybe a bit he thought as he held his cards and listened again to the smooth sugar coated words of the First Mate. Gleet, gleek, he didn’t care what the hell she called it. It sounded good. His smile turned warm as he agreed. It was time to play.
As Jax looked at his cards he wondered what game he wanted here. He could care less really if he won or not. Would it be better to fall under the honey of the green player or suck up to the Captain for that ego boost most men in his place hold? Jax still wasn’t sure. So he studied his hand and jumped in with a modest bid that said he was a player but did not exaggerate his hold.
In each round he was quick with his turn, his bid, his announcement of his intentions. Jax did not pause or contemplate. He was ready each time. As each of the others took their turn he watched them with glances to the sitting beauty and her fruit. He took swigs of run. And he smiled. He enjoyed the game and that was clear in the sparkle of his eyes and all his different sort of smiles.
Shocked, that was Jax’s expression. First by the call of his given name, then by the lovely first mates most assuredly lie about not knowing the game, by the Captains quick yet thorough explanation and last by the confession of pretending to be a male. What?
Jax had to bite his tongue. He let his eyes come up and he stared at the Doctor. As she flustered some through her admittance, her cheeks finding a hint of color, her fingers touching her scar, he could not conceive how she managed the disguise. He watched her neck as her shoulders moved, and her hair as it following touching her forehead. They must have been fools.
In a panic he glanced to the brown sugar who just appeared with hair and a face that would make any man lust. No fooling anyone there. In another sweet song offers were made of food and drink and suddenly Jax was very thirsty. He felt his mouth dry and his stomach growl.
His inside told him these two dames of the Captains were ones to watch, from a distance maybe. Now sitting so close to both he was sure he might begin to sweat. Unlucky to have woman on a ship and even worse to be so close and yet knowing not to touch either of these toys. Man talk about a strange playing circle.
Cards! Jax scolded himself and looked to the ones on the table. He glanced back to the First Mate and cleared his throat just a little. “Holy Shit,” He managed to sputter out. “I am going to loose my ass to a beginning luck Navy Brat?” He smiled to her with a real likeable grin, “It does explain the military lean to your eyes They can drill.”
He was quick to grin to the Captain as if ne needed support, “She has those intense eyes, don’t you think?”
Needed even more cover he looked next to the woman standing, “Antonia, right? Can I call you that?...might I say you look …” He chuckled, “But please no one has called me Jozua since my mother cursed the words and my wet nurse rocked me.” He let his eyes show what his complement did not, “Alright. I never had a wet nurse but I always wanted one. You interested in the job?”
Jax quickly looked away and gathered his cards. Enough fun for now, let's play theses fishes.
Jax had to bite his tongue. He let his eyes come up and he stared at the Doctor. As she flustered some through her admittance, her cheeks finding a hint of color, her fingers touching her scar, he could not conceive how she managed the disguise. He watched her neck as her shoulders moved, and her hair as it following touching her forehead. They must have been fools.
In a panic he glanced to the brown sugar who just appeared with hair and a face that would make any man lust. No fooling anyone there. In another sweet song offers were made of food and drink and suddenly Jax was very thirsty. He felt his mouth dry and his stomach growl.
His inside told him these two dames of the Captains were ones to watch, from a distance maybe. Now sitting so close to both he was sure he might begin to sweat. Unlucky to have woman on a ship and even worse to be so close and yet knowing not to touch either of these toys. Man talk about a strange playing circle.
Cards! Jax scolded himself and looked to the ones on the table. He glanced back to the First Mate and cleared his throat just a little. “Holy Shit,” He managed to sputter out. “I am going to loose my ass to a beginning luck Navy Brat?” He smiled to her with a real likeable grin, “It does explain the military lean to your eyes They can drill.”
He was quick to grin to the Captain as if ne needed support, “She has those intense eyes, don’t you think?”
Needed even more cover he looked next to the woman standing, “Antonia, right? Can I call you that?...might I say you look …” He chuckled, “But please no one has called me Jozua since my mother cursed the words and my wet nurse rocked me.” He let his eyes show what his complement did not, “Alright. I never had a wet nurse but I always wanted one. You interested in the job?”
Jax quickly looked away and gathered his cards. Enough fun for now, let's play theses fishes.
Wonderful good morning reads! Thank you so much for making my coffee time even more. HA. Back, making out and saved from escaping hell. It will have to be a great day.
All rightly then. Max exploded out. What a surprise.
Now if I got anything wrong, off colored or not reasonable please let me know. Edits are easy. And sometimes even better.
What's for breakfast?
Now if I got anything wrong, off colored or not reasonable please let me know. Edits are easy. And sometimes even better.
What's for breakfast?
Max had just caught his breath. To say he was settled down at all would be like waiting for a drone bee to take a nap. He couldn’t stop moving sure that if he did he would tumble down deeper into hell. This must be hell. But on his tree he could only climb and swing so far. In this wide open space of creepy fog and smelly swamp he felt caught up a tree. So he tucked the treasure in his pocket and began to climb and swing and move from branch to branch like a monkey in a zoo.
During one nicely straddled swing around a branch Max saw something flash to one side. Light? Like a crack in the mist a stream of something almost white shot through. Max got excited and stood up. He stretched to look. Something floated down, bright and white. Shit, that had to be something good right? All sparkly god like white.
He hung on and leaned forward. It was...a flower? A fucking flower!
Just as he was about to curse and sink back down to the monkey swings the entire tree began to shake. As if it was pulling out of its non existing roots the whole trunk rocked back and forth so hard Max sat down and wrapped his arms and legs around a branch.
“Get out the ankh!” Thad shouted from somewhere.
“The what?” Max knew the voice and hearing it made him realize something was really going on.”Where the hell have you been? Now you show up! Leave me here you dick head.”
“Shut up and think.” Now that sounded like Thad alright and Max had to smile realizing how much he missed that part of him. He reached into his pocket and the tree gave one big vibration. As if being carried away by a slow moving stream or caught in a breeze the whole tree began to move. Max stood up like a figurehead on the bow and thrusted the treasure he had fought for all around in the air. It was his flashlight with no light, key with no door.
He was beginning to enjoy the trip when from below the sounds of erie shrill cries began to snarl and howl as if they had caught a scent. They smelled the flower. Max didn’t have to turn around and look at all to know whatever the fuck was down there was coming.
“Faster! Faster!” Max waved the silly new age thing all around and above him. He tugged at the branch as if trying to pull it along. He kicked at the trunk. He swung up onto a higher branch. “Giddyup, Ya stiff assed piece of hard wood.”
Everything below was catching the same stream the same build up of flowering light and swarming to find that damn door and explode out. Max was coming first, damn straight with that. He climbed to the very top, the thinnest stick, the least support, holding the damn key crap thing over his head.
“Veti!” He screamed as the pace got quicker and flower spread open. “Come with me Babe!”
As if her name brought her to him through the pedals of the white flower he saw her, or thought he did, and didn't care if it was real or not. Since when didn’t he just jump at any chance of Veti. So he did. He sprang off the tree, ankh thingy in front of him, and flew from his safe spot out through the tree. Like a cannon, like a shot, there came Max.
He sprang onto Veti like a magnet to metal. His whole body drawn to her. He managed to hang on to the hell treasure as he let his arms wrap around her, falling into her and on top of her.
Max only thought of Veti. It was Thad the little guy with not near the power or the push who trickled behind him, looked to the others in a panic, and pointed to the tree. “Better quick close the door or all of hell will be here soon enough.” That was all he could say in his brief time before he melted into Max.
During one nicely straddled swing around a branch Max saw something flash to one side. Light? Like a crack in the mist a stream of something almost white shot through. Max got excited and stood up. He stretched to look. Something floated down, bright and white. Shit, that had to be something good right? All sparkly god like white.
He hung on and leaned forward. It was...a flower? A fucking flower!
Just as he was about to curse and sink back down to the monkey swings the entire tree began to shake. As if it was pulling out of its non existing roots the whole trunk rocked back and forth so hard Max sat down and wrapped his arms and legs around a branch.
“Get out the ankh!” Thad shouted from somewhere.
“The what?” Max knew the voice and hearing it made him realize something was really going on.”Where the hell have you been? Now you show up! Leave me here you dick head.”
“Shut up and think.” Now that sounded like Thad alright and Max had to smile realizing how much he missed that part of him. He reached into his pocket and the tree gave one big vibration. As if being carried away by a slow moving stream or caught in a breeze the whole tree began to move. Max stood up like a figurehead on the bow and thrusted the treasure he had fought for all around in the air. It was his flashlight with no light, key with no door.
He was beginning to enjoy the trip when from below the sounds of erie shrill cries began to snarl and howl as if they had caught a scent. They smelled the flower. Max didn’t have to turn around and look at all to know whatever the fuck was down there was coming.
“Faster! Faster!” Max waved the silly new age thing all around and above him. He tugged at the branch as if trying to pull it along. He kicked at the trunk. He swung up onto a higher branch. “Giddyup, Ya stiff assed piece of hard wood.”
Everything below was catching the same stream the same build up of flowering light and swarming to find that damn door and explode out. Max was coming first, damn straight with that. He climbed to the very top, the thinnest stick, the least support, holding the damn key crap thing over his head.
“Veti!” He screamed as the pace got quicker and flower spread open. “Come with me Babe!”
As if her name brought her to him through the pedals of the white flower he saw her, or thought he did, and didn't care if it was real or not. Since when didn’t he just jump at any chance of Veti. So he did. He sprang off the tree, ankh thingy in front of him, and flew from his safe spot out through the tree. Like a cannon, like a shot, there came Max.
He sprang onto Veti like a magnet to metal. His whole body drawn to her. He managed to hang on to the hell treasure as he let his arms wrap around her, falling into her and on top of her.
Max only thought of Veti. It was Thad the little guy with not near the power or the push who trickled behind him, looked to the others in a panic, and pointed to the tree. “Better quick close the door or all of hell will be here soon enough.” That was all he could say in his brief time before he melted into Max.
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