The scanner is proving more problematic than I thought. But I do have two new letters, one to the Bear and another to the Lynx.
My ribbons came in the mail today. I will have something tonight and every night afterwards.
My dearest forest,
I must break my silence, though I know I said I would not until I could communicate properly with you I must. The muses have bestowed upon me a sight that must go with mentioning before my feeble mind has lost hold of it. There was a young Foal, just beyond the trees edge. She neither grazed nor laid about but pranced, wandering. As you know my care readily goes to the distress of those in need but Fate would not have it so. She was beyond my boarders and there was not to oversee the watch over this sanctuary, so I watched. She pittered and pattered on aimlessly and I could see that there was no direction in her mind. Whether she was lost or confused, or perhaps both, I will not say. I think we shall see more of her in time to come, but let me describe her that you may see her clearly when next she passes.
Her main was long and black like the Raven but with a glean to it that was not caused by Sunshine herself but some other force of nature. She was young, you could tell this by her build, but also by her eyes. They were with innocent sin and youthful frustration. Altogether she was small and frail but large and strong. Of this point I can not clarify for I can not justly say exactly what I mean by it. Those words come from the muses and not I. Now that you will know her upon sight, keep thine eyes alert. There is a migration happening and there are creatures whom are not familiar with these woods. Be weary of them, but of this one I think no harm is threatened.
A Smith Corona Classic 12 has been purchased for the continuation of this project. Expect much more when it reaches my hands.
I have need of you today. The trees have crept too close together and your rays have not brushed upon my fur in some time. A growing darkness has grown within me, I can not seem to pull any light from within. The forest is quite and calm, but the beast within me is beginning to stir. Lend me your strength, if only for a moment.
Dear General Lion,
I have yet to thank you for your aid. I know it was late when I called for you, but you came nonetheless, I appreciate that. I will not elongate this more than I must, for I know it is your place for speeches and not my own. Know that if you ever find yourself with a pride or flat lands of your own, my services are just as yours. Come visit the forest soon, we are always amused with the presence of one such as yourself. I make jests now. I will end as I began, thank you.
It has been near two weeks since last I have seen you. I won’t apologize again for my reaction to your departure, we each have our own ways of dealing with things and the time has come and gone. Your company is sorely missed.
I thought back the other day, for it seems in these parts I have little else to do but think, and I recalled the time we talked of dimensions. I was reading The Time Machine and this sparked the thought. I was striving so hard to gain your attention. I’d finally found some one who could outwit me, it had not been an easy task. I was very young then, I am older now, but not quite as old.
I keep to my cave, you know this well for you do much the same with your den, or what ever it is you turtles call your shelters by. I’ve left things in there that should have been left in there, but from time to time they have a way of coming out. I am but only one wolf, and the forest is grand. My cave is not always within eyes reach. Perhaps I will grow even more and my senses will follow in suit, I can not say, but I will strive for it.
Let time not harden us, but make us malleable instead. The flexing muscle does not remain still after all.
I wish you the best on your venture home.
Dearest Empress Lynx,
I write to you with urgency and meekness. I write to you because it is late and we both have a habit of basking in the blanket of black night. I write to you because you may understand where others will will not. We have hearts for passion and minds for the world. While some utilize one or the other we have been granted the curse and gift of having both at our disposal.
The Fox is gone, never to return even if she wished to. I’ve banned her, not even my heart cares to fight for her anymore. She is done in this forest. I’m not happy by this - there is only a sense of rest now. There are none in the forest who would strike me was she would and not having to keep a weary eye on my back is pleasant to say the least, though I do keep a lax sense about me (one can never be too careful).
It is the passing of the Turtle from these realms that most stirs me. She was a great blessing upon these lands, and though she left in good standing I can not help but feel there was some uneasiness about it. I shared with her the secrets of my cave, I allowed more than my fur and fang to show, but invited her close to the fire of my belly. She did not react as I thought. Her mind was ever a calculating one, I expected a reaction that was solid, but still legible. Her’s was one of near fright, reminiscent of the White Rabbit (who as well is long gone never to return - another time though). I fear my passion is to great even to share with the great. I can not help but feel that it is a plight I must carry around with me, to stomach for the eternities.
I once thought that it was my presence, my fangs, claws, deep peering eyes, that would cause others to run but it seems that is only a piece of it. The powers within me are even scarier despite their well intentions. My romantic fairy tales have died long ago. I do not seek what is the normalcy of a partner. I only wish to share my life now, that I may not experience it so alone for so long - not to say I do not enjoy my solitude at the greater parts of my time, it is still nice to have some one to have comfort and share travels with.
I’ve grown pensive and lost my train of thought so I will end in short. I’ve grown tired like this before, and still I have moved on. I will pick myself up and continue to do so. The forest still calls upon its protector. There is a challenge coming, a storm on the horizon, I can smell it with my lungs. I do not think I will be able to conquer that beast on my own.