Multi-Lingual
“In Navajo, we hold high regard for friends, almost as much as family,” I explained. “K’é is our version of love. It means harmony and lack of conflict within a relationship.”
Read More“In Navajo, we hold high regard for friends, almost as much as family,” I explained. “K’é is our version of love. It means harmony and lack of conflict within a relationship.”
Read MoreMy brother and son were both dead at my hands. Among hundreds, maybe even thousands, of other innocent and not-so-innocent lives that died at my hands over the last several hundred years. Was I even capable of redemption? If there was a God, how could they ever forgive a wretch like me? What made me redeemable in the eyes of Val was lost on me.
Read MoreI wandered the wilderness in wolf-form for fifteen years after Aki left me. I hadn’t bothered to track her down because she obviously didn’t want to be found. As much as it hurt me, I knew I had to let her go in order for her to be the happiest she possibly could be.
Read MoreA single tear dripped down my face and stained the paper with some of the hardest words I had ever read. She hadn’t said it exactly, but I knew from her words that she was gone. Not just temporarily, but really gone.
Read MoreBetter than that, though, she cared about me. She cared about me in the way my mother used to. She accepted me even though I was a skinwalker and had uprooted her life for me. We were madly in love and could take on the world together.
Read MoreI rounded the corner and saw a ghost. There, standing in front of me, was a spirit I hadn’t seen in a hundred years. Her jet black hair ran down the sides of her shoulder, perfectly accenting her ivory skin. Her smile turned into a scowl as she debated between two paint swatches. It had to be her. But how?
Read MoreI sighed and leaned back against the wall. I slid down until my bottom met the ground and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. With my head pressed in between my knees, I allowed a single tear to leave my eye.
Read More“That’s when I first lost control. A hunter had me down, and I couldn’t shift. I tried and tried, but I didn’t have enough strength. His men surrounded us and he was ready to kill me. He shoved a blade into my chest, and I blacked out. I remember nothing until I came to, surrounded by the mauled bodies of all the men who had been around me. I was in the form of some kind of animal that and covered in their blood.”
Read MoreWould I still do it even if I didn’t have this primal urge to kill? Yeah, probably because I enjoy it. The satisfaction of deciding the fate of someone’s life in my own hands is exhilarating. But it’s not even close to the extent when I go into my rage.
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