Vows

by

Silverwolf ©



Vows


Tippy and I were a lost lake; a warm summer breeze bending the grasses we lay in, as I thought about the past year with her. I looked on this gentle soul beside me, remembering the scared, injured dog I saw back then and how it didn’t seem possible it could be her, now slumbering peacefully. She had struggled so hard to survive, to trust another, to let another trust her. In December she gave herself to me, showing me a passion I never felt from another. She gave her body to me, and every day since to only me. It took me till February to realize my love for her and do the same. Even as I accepted her body, though, II kept rejecting her soul. She flooded my heart and mind with pure, raw emotion, telling me with every thought and action, “I love you, I want to need you, to be needed by you.” I drew this in, selfishly, letting her fill me, then shutting my soul to her as every partner before had done with me. Yet I had not felt for them either, dealing with what was required in bed, and avoiding them in the light of day. So, what made Tippy different, and if she were truly different, what held me back?

I stood, walking the waters edge as I paced the dusty roads of my heart. Where in this hollow shell would I find Tippy? I’d wandered here before, alone in myself, the dark walls giving no comfort. This time a presence crowded each echoing chamber, warming the dank passageways, and lighting the blackest recesses of my soul. She was here, in what had been an emotional wasteland she created life. My darkest demons, remainders of past evils, had ruled this realm, I never having the strength to battle them back. I found them now in retreat before her, no longer hiding to appear in the cold blackness of night, but being assaulted in the light of day, and the knight assaulting them was – me? Yes, I stood strong before them, Her love my unyielding weapon, her soul my support. A bond of love joined us, yet as strong as it was, but a delicate thread, so easily torn. The demons thrust their might against that fragile filament, weakening its hold. The being beside me spoke more thought than voice, in Tippys familiar tones. “We need a stronger bond to hold us here or the war will be lost for want. I’ve given totally to you, yet I also have demons to battle. Speak out your love for me, as I do mine for you, and join us with a bond none may break. Only then may we banish our demons together.”

Brought out from my reverie, I realized she had in fact joined me, pacing at my side, when stopped looking questioningly up to me. I realized also what held me back from her, fear, and the object of that fear, commitment, was all we needed to make us complete. I took us back to our meadow, the sinking sun throwing red shadows on the trees, and sat beside her on our blanket. I lay my hand open on my lap. Staring deep into her, I spoke softly my love for her, praying for its return. “ I love you, Tippy, with all my being. I never felt complete before you, and fear to lose you to me and feel empty again. Marry me Tip, and let us join our souls for eternity.”

Raising a delicate paw, she lay it in my palm, a loving whimper escaping her lips. “Tippy, I promise my self, my soul to you,” I spoke clear of voice and thought, for thew first time in my life sure that this was right,” I promise to give of myself to you, and no other, to support you, to love you, to hold no other above you for eternity. I am your mate, both body and soul, forever. This I vow to you and the world, and may my soul be damned an eternity of pain should I break it.” I grew silent, watching her, wondering how I’d know.
Her paw still lay loosely in my palm; She raised her eyes to the heavens, a pure continuous howl parting her lips. I knew. Throwing back my head, I joined her, our cry blending in the still evening air till breath and hoarseness finally silenced the tone. It would not silence our love, nothing could. We sat, paw in hand, exploring each other’s eyes as moon and stars claimed the skies, and felt the demons banished forever from our souls. Moving closer, we caressed, holding each other in that meadow through the night, to peacefully watch the sun reclaim the sky.



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