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Vilkas Browser History

> Primary ontological differences between secular late merethic-era Yokudan warrior philosophers and 4th era traditionalist Nord pantheists

[nubsneos]

Magic:

meh/mehg/mehgam/mehger/mehgself or mehgus - from magic

mou/mau/matz/matzu/mauself or magtis - from magic

sor/sors/sorti/sortis/sorself or sortibus - from sorcerer

ser/sero/serto/sertos/seroself or sertei - from sorcerer

con/coni/conur/coniur/coniself or coniura - from conjure

iu/iuo/iuro/iurae/iuoself or iuratum - from conjure, vow

kon/koj/jur/juro/kojself or konjuro - from conjure

in/inca/incan/cant/incaself or incantare - from incantation

keh/ken/khne/kneti/kenself or khenti - from incantation

en/ench/chan/chant/enchself or enchanto - from enchant

chau/chaunte/chaunteth/chaunteden/chauself or chauntynge - from enchant

be/beh/behk/behks/behself or behekst - from hex

deu/deuz/deuza/deuzaz/deuzelf or diuzis - from hex

dhe/dew/dhews/dhewsom/dewself or dhewsaz - from hex

hek/heks/heksen/heksenei/heksself or heksenkrans - from hex

hlew/lewg/hlewga/hlewgana/lewgself or hlugneti - from warlock

wae/waer/gewaer/waerl/waerself or warlice - from warlock

war/waru/waerlog/waerloga/waruself or waerum - from warlock

char/har/harme/charme/harself - from charm

wey/weyd/weydet/weydeti/weydself weidetei - from wizard

vi/vis/visa/visaz/visself or visazar - from wizard

wei/weid/weydt/weydtos/weidself or weisdomaz - from wizard

dru/dryw/draoi/drywdes/drywself or druwidobom - from druid

Wolf:

lu/lup/lupu/lupus/lupself or lupi - from wolf

lýk/lýko/lýkos/lýkan/lýkanthself - from lycan

ku/kwo/wail/wailos/kwoself - from wolf

way/waylo/waylos/waylos or wayloso/wayself - from wolf

cane/cani/canis/canes/canem or caniself - from canine

vil/vilk/vilku/vilkus/vilkself or valkuku - from wolf

wik/wiko/wikos/wikwos/wikself of wikosyo - from wolf

sva/svan/svanam/svanu/svanself or svabhih - from canine

so/soa/sona/soona/soaself or sune - from canine

hu/hun/hund/hound/hunself - from hound

hun/hund/hunth/fahund/hundself or farhund - from hound

fer/fera/feral/feralis/feraself or feralibus - from feral

[dinozaurs]

Ārā ir tik gaišs. Ir tik ellīgi gaišs. Acis nespēj pierast, meklē tumsu, meklē ēnas, kur nolikt galvu, kur mierīgāk būs.

Kokiem vēl nav nevienas lapas, kaili tie stāv aukstumā un gaida. Varbūt atnāks siltums apskaut un nelaidīs vaļā līdz nākamajam sāpīgam rudenim. Varbūt neatnāks nekad.

Kamēr laiks paiet gaidot, kad nokusīs sniegs un būs ļauts nedaudz ievilkt aukstuma aizskartu elpu, viena pavisam trausla dvēsele iet. Iet meklēt vienīgo ar ko runāt ir un nav ļauts. Vienīgo sarkano acu pāri, kas skatās tieši virsū un tajā pašā laikā tieši gar. Viena dvēsele iet jau simto taku, pagriežoties visos nepareizajos līkumos. Tikai tā var atrast to vienīgo, baiso un diženo Nāvi.

Teikt, ka viņa mani jau gaidīja ir pārspīlējums. Bet kārtis uz galda, un tas skatiens, tas ellīgais skatiens, teica ko citu. Šī nebūs saruna, šī nebūs vienkārša dvēseles atgriešana vai atdošana. Un šī noteikti nebūs gaismas meklēšana.

Nāve vienmēr tik sasodīti eleganta būtne, līdz savam mugurkaulam nekad vienkārša, vienmēr tik sarežģīta. Tā zin noslēpumus vairāk nekā patiesības, melus vairāk kā pasakas. Un viņa man redz cauri. Ar savām melnajām rokām iesniedzas man krūtīs aiz kurām pukst sirds, nožēlojams viens sitiens pēc otra, lēni un mokoši kā.. Viņa paņem savās rokās to siltumu un viņas sarkanās acis vēršas tīrā zeltā. Gribot kaut ko teikt, balss iznāk ārā kā pelni.

"Tev ir tik daudz zelta krūtīs. Tas viss mijās ar melnāko tinti. Tev ir tik daudz, ko teikt. Neslīcini savu dvēseli. Saudzē to."

Es veltīju viņai neko vairāk kā iedomīgu skatienu. Viņa katru reizi izskatās citādāk, acis ir pilnas citādākas tumsas, pūces uz pleca nomaina kraukļi un ērgļi, pie kājām guļošos melnos vilkus nomaiņn balti, sudrabaini un zeltā lieti. Bet viņas vārdi un balss paliek mūžīga un nekad nemainās. Lai arī, cik reizes ietu, lauztu savus ceļus un piedāvātu savu dvēseli, savu sirdi un visu, kas es esmu. Nāve nekad neņem sev, tikai sargā. Dod zudušu gaismu, ko vērst par īstu zeltu un saka vārdus, kuriem ticēt, kuru dēļ iztaisnot plaisas mugurkaulā.

"un neuztraucies par Pavasari, tas ir dzīvs un tas nāks, nāks tieši pie Tevis. Tu to nekad nepalaidīsi garām."

Un ar to bija pateikts viss. Jāgaida Pavasaris pie katra koka un jāmeklē spēks savā melnajā tintē, citur tā nav.

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Internetā parādījies vēl viens šokējošs video, kurā redzams, kā vilks gaišā dienas laikā pastaigājas pa laukiem, nemaz nebaidoties no cilvēkiem. Video autors žurnālam Medības šajā sakarā stāstījis: "Video filmēts Rikavas pagasta teritorijā. Tā kā pie manām mājām klīst vilki (un pat lācis), redzot, ka viņi ir kļuvuši tik drosmīgi, kļūst mazliet biedējoši." "Paldies Latvijas valsts meži - visur izcērt mežus. Un kur šie dzīvnieki var iet? Kad cilvēku izdzen no mājām, viņš vazājas kā bomzis un ēd, ko var dabūt. Un beidzot tas var būt redzams atklāti,” rakstīja viens no komentētājiem. Žurnāls Medības raksta, ka par netipisku vilku uzvedību jāinformē mednieku kolektīvi. Savukārt Latgalē vilki sāka uzbrukt suņiem. Septiņi gadījumi jau zināmi. Iepriekš bija ziņas par masveida uzbrukumiem aitām. Mednieki gan atzīmē, ka bieži uzbrukumi vairs nav novērojami tikai Latvijā, redzot iemeslu vilku skaita pieaugumā, tā jau ir izplatīta Eiropas problēma. Ko darīt, lai samazinātu uzbrukumu skaitu? Mednieki saka, lai atļautu medīt vairāk vilku. Šosezon var nošaut 300 plēsēju, bet tas izmaksātu vismaz 500-600.

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Tēta tētis 0070

Frontē, kurā pretinieks patīkams (cont)

Tad ir 1948. gada februāra beigu svētdiena. Es pievakarē esmu ieradies Zinas mājās. Viņa ar māsu apdzīvo kādas lauku mājas vienu pusi. Ir atnākuši divi viņas radinieki. Aleksandrs saīsināti "Saša", ir viņas brālēns. Arī otrs ir kāds attālāks radinieks. Viņi ar mani aprunājas par dzīvi. Uz mūsu deju vakariem viņi nenāk. Varbūt viņi ir precējušies.

Kā jau minēju, ar nedaudzajiem vietējiem jauniešiem mūsējiem ir saspīlētas attiecības un staigāt vienatnē nav ieteicams. Saša ir bijis frontē. Abi Zinas radinieki ir miermīlīgi noskaņoti. Mēs pārrunājam arī šīs saspīlētās attiecības. Tās radušās galvenokārt tāpēc, ka gandrīz visas meitenes ir draugos ar mūsu vīriem. Vienīgie saviesīgie vakari notiek mūsu klubā pie labas mūzikas. Tas vīriem ir saprotams. Jūtu, ka viņi speciāli nākuši uzzināt par Zinas "kavalieri" un arī par mūsējiem kaut ko vairāk. Uz viņu atklātajiem jautājumiem īsumā izklāstu savu dzīves filozofiju, kura radusies skolā, frontē un aiz dzeloņdrātīm.

Mani skaidrojumi tiek izteikti īsā stāstā apmēram šādi:

"Savā īsajā mūžā esmu 12 gadus gājis skolā, vasarās smagi strādājis tēva nelielajā saimniecībā. Pavisam neesmu varonis un arī pārmērīgi stiprs neesmu. Kad es strādāju mežā, izstrādājot to nolādēto normu, es tik tikko vilku kājas. Tagad gan darbs kaulus "nelauž". Es nekad neesmu kāvies un arī nezinu, kāpēc man tas būtu jādara. Meiteņu dēļ arī neredzu vajadzību to darīt. Ja meitenes negribēs ar mani draudzēties, tad ar spēku to panākt pavisam negribu. Neteikšu, ka esmu bailīgs. Daudz nebēdāju un nedrebēju frontē pie katras spindzošas lodes. Es nerunāju un nemaisos politikā un nešķiroju, kurš kurā pusē karoja. Politiku taisa lielie vīri un tādiem kā mums tur maisīties ir tikpat nepatīkami kā rakņāties viņu mēslos. Bet, tā kā lielie vīri treknu ēd, tad mēsli ir ļoti smirdīgi. Tā tas ir.

Šajā mājā esmu ciemos, bet, ja Zina negribētu būt ar mani draugos, tad manis šeit nebūtu."

Tā apmēram es viņiem izstāstu. Saku arī, ka starp mūsu vīriem ir arī vairāki asāki vīri, kuriem niez rokas un prāti uz kašķēšanos. Mēs pārrunājam vēl šo to. Arī viņi strādājot mežā. Tas esot kolhoza norīkojums. Abi jaunieši diezgan ātri ļoti draudzīgi atvadās. Kā vēlāk stāstīja Zina, mana filozofija viņiem esot ļoti patikusi. Viņi to esot izstāstījuši arī citiem saviem draugiem. Mana "kārtīga vīra" reputācija esot arī viņu draugu vidū nostiprinājusies.

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Rugsėjo 11d.

Didžiąją laiko dalį skyrėme trumpo metro filmams. Išskirtinumu pasižymėjo visi, nuo animacijos stiliaus iki prasmės. Keli man itin paliko gilų įspūdį. Pirmasis buvo berods “Krokodilas”, šis trumpametražis tam tikromis scenomis priminė “Krokodilą geną” animacija ir scenos dizainu, bet anaiptol ne mintimi. Animacijoje gvildenama tema apie moteriškumą ir iššukius su kuriais susiduria moterys- kančios, prievarta, emocinis ir fižinis smurtas, tai daugumos moterų kasdienybė. Sekanti trumpo metro filmukas taip pat susijęs su moterų teisėmis. Galbūt iš pirmo žvilgsnio niekuo neišsiskirianti dizainu animacija, bet pats minties perteikimas yra gan artimas. “Pakuotė” pasakoja apie mergina ir jos kančias susiduriant su vyrų prievarta. Galima įžvelgti mizoginijos akcentų iš vyriškos giminės ir ypač seksizmo forma. Taip pat svarbu paminėti vyrus, kaip vilkus, kuries imasi machinacijos prieš moteris. Mano nuomone, tai puikūs trumpo metro filmai, kurie turėtų būti rodomi berniukams-vyrams ir aplamai visai jaunuomenei, kaip pavyzdžiai, kad moterys yra tiek pat vertos kiek ir vyrai, turėtų būti skiriamas dėmesys mums lygiavertiškai. Ir ypatingai mums kaip moterims, mes turime žinoti savo vertę visuomenėje.

Ištraukos iš filmų „Krokodilas“ ir “Pakuotė”

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es noķēpāju pirkstus ar tinti vilku melnu līniju krūtis gurnus slaidus pirkstus tiem pāri vārdi ne ba i  d  ies ausīs nemierīgi trīsuļo mūzika kā smalki viļņi uz ezera virsmas stikla gabaliņos atspīd gaisma un lēni griežas pirkstos satverama planēta kuras gaisma koncentrēti spīd manā labajā acī man salst es drebu laiks izplūst pa grīdu peļķītēs kurās paslīdu nokrītu savainoju potīti un rakstu “piedod, es kavēšu”

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Žiūrėkite „OBTEST- Priesa parklupdyk (VILKU ZIEMA-Vilnius club Propaganda 2011.10.12.)-4“ svetainėje „YouTube“

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photo by Vilku Aivars Photography (check him out on facebook, he's brilliant at capturing the feelings:) )

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Hannibal Fanstory: “The Hunter and Child of the Lupin” Or “Kiss of a Lupin” or “Prince of Wolves - Vilku kunigaikstis

PROLOGUE

There is a Tale told by old Storytellers when fires are lit, and everyone is settled for the night about a Hunter from a distant land and a feral child of the Lupin he met one heavy winter in the lands of the North – where the Spirit of the that Forest, the Ravenstag dwells – when given a task by the vile King Mason Verger to find the child and kill it, while bringing him the head of the creature from Ancient times.

It is said Mason came into power by overthrowing the previous King – Jack Crawford – and his Queen – Bella or Phyliss – and it is unknown what happened to those kind people, because you dear Travellers who come to sit by my fire to hear this Tale have yet to hear how it all began.

Our Tale first begins in the land of Wolf-trap, Virginia where due to unforeseen consequences a pregnant woman bearing a child within her womb leaves behind a place where she was born and raised as behind her in the far distance a great fire burns the woodland causing animals living in it to run alongside her horse as the flames black out the skies.

Choking out a multitude of stars that shine like path and leaving yet only one shining in the sky – a bright single star that would change the child’s life within her womb as the legacy of Wolftrap dissolved in ash and wind.

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12 MONTHS LATER

Baltimore, Maryland – the former Kingdom of the Missing King Crawford

Despair.

Pestilence.

Starvation.

Depressed souls who head’s hang with the weight of oppression as Hannibal Lecter – Hunter, member of the Hunter’s Guild – and unknown to many in who he was in this country keeps the hood of his long cloak up as he walks through the muddy streets with his horse – Cersai – of Baltimore, Maryland remembering when it had been under King Crawford’s gentle rule.

The street had been a vibrant hive of activity: festivals, market stalls bursting with the hustle and bustle of market stallers shouting their wares to people in the streets, while children ran about with windmills and kites.

That was gone: in place now due to Mason taking reign the color and vibrancy had been drained to monochrome grey and inky black, while faces have become hardened like stone; children are weak and starving beg for scraps at what has now become Mason’s palace from the kitchens only to never get enough and adults have become suspicious of any stranger no matter where they came from.

Neighbor becomes pitted against neighbor, not trusting them at all for any help at all even when the Plague sickness comes and affects either both or one of them as Hannibal passes some Plague doctors standing near a Condemned house talking in whispers – like snakes slithering across each-other to keep warm – wearing the long white beaks like that of a crow or raven beak then turn their beaked gaze towards him.

Watching him walking up to King Verger’s castle, a grotesque building hewn from blood-red rock and spiked turrets where the remnants of people who displeased Mason Verger hang from indicating to all below if they disobeyed this was what would happen. Guards in armour patrolled the battlements.

Hearing the bellowing noise of large bull oxen’s and rumbling of a carriage makes him step out of the way with Cersai seeing, in fact, it is Slave Carriage bearing within poor, frightened souls bound in chains of iron and steel. Their heads hung down in dejection, while rags of cloth barely cover their modesty as it large wheels splash up the foul mud of that for centuries during Mason’s reign has had all manner of traffic go through it.

What makes his Inner Predator within Hannibal want to get rid of Mason if he weren’t controlled by the Hunter’s Code and Contract is the fact the prisoners that been in the Slave Carriage as it heads within the castle – were children. Some of them younger like his darling sister Mischa who been murdered in his homeland when he been only a child of 17 years of age by a rogue general who had overthrown his father – Lord Dvaras – had heard rumours about Mason having certain particular tastes and that was he liked young children – female or male even.

The three Plague Doctors, who have followed him he can sense are still watching him wondering why a foreign stranger has come to such a desolate bleak place where even the strange Plague, Hannibal had seen affecting people in other places he had travelled through and the grief it had brought countless families.

“Mister? Mister? Please any…. spare coins to spare?”

A small voice says, drawing him out of the haze he in and looking down sees it a group of orphaned urchins – their cheeks hollowed in by hunger; eyes bloodshot and bags under them; hair unkempt and unwashed as patchwork rags cover their modesty – and shakes his head at them, having his money pouch already stolen in another town he had passed through. Slapping down greedy hands when they reach for his crossbow on his back, plus dagger and sword hidden by his long cloak.

“Cease that. There not for children to play with. Understand me?” He chides them, making them resist what they are doing, and nod meekly followed by still staying close to him when suddenly a snide leering almost voice shouts at them “BEGONE YOU LITTLE VARMINTS!!! GET!! GO ON!!!” revealing to Hannibal’s displeasure another lacky of Mason’s – Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Captain of the Guards and downright leech-of-a-man – who kicks one the urchins out the way.

They met before, when the man had tried to join the Hunter’s Guild and now sneers at him even when Hannibal reaches into his saddle bag to pull out the Hunter’s Code and Contract – which all Hunter’s sweared to with a Blood oath – then spits heavily, managing to aim it close to Hannibal who just keeps a calm composure.

He couldn’t let the Inner Predator in him loose just yet.

It wasn’t the right……time for it.

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Now in the Household of the Verger Royal Family: there is Mason Verger, a vile man with no good soul in him causing more torment and ruining people lives than in actually helping them; there is his sister Lady Margot – a young woman of 35 years of age, who is also sadly one of those people that is tormented by her brother behind locked doors and wishes she could be free of him; while there is her Lady-in-waiting Alana Bloom – a simple country girl with strong heart and fierce loyalty to her mistress.

The servants are:  Peter Bernadone – a stable-lad who a cares for the horses for King Mason, though is strongly controlled by a sadistic Lord Clark Ingram; Francis Dolerhyde, the Blacksmith who fashions all the weapons and armour and stays with his adopted little blind girl of seven years of age Reba McClane – who’s father and mother are unknown as she was abandoned at early age and find by Francis as a baby among some bed of heather in the once fertile forests around Baltimore, Maryland; the scholar/ jesters of the Court are Brian Zeller, Beverly Katz and Jimmy Price who Mason uses when he puts on big parties to celebrate certain events and finally Lady Bedelia Du Maurier – rumoured to run the Brothel houses in the seediest parts of Baltimore, Maryland and is known as the Verger’s Tax Collector.

Hmm, yes?

Oh, you want to hear of what lies beyond this place.

Well that is…. the Northern land as far as the crow can fly to it or a horse can travel to it. Not that I’ve tried to travel there myself.

Tall mountain-scapes of tall-peaked mountains dusted with coatings of fine, crisp snow and swathes of large coniferous and deciduous trees that spread outwards to reach to them and waterfalls made from glaciers tumble downwards to form meandering rivers that spread across the strange land like arteries of a giant’s arm and gentle, bubbling streams or of becoming just deep pools of gleaming water that waterfalls just endlessly pour into them.

Autumn there brings a multi-hue of soft oranges, yellows, reds and lilacs and wildlife is ever abundant from all creatures great and small, while Ancient Text tells of how large Beast Gods roamed the forest and the Spirit of the Forest – the Ravenstag – watched over all.

It is said the creature possesses the body of a stag, a coat of lustrous Raven’s feathers and a thicket of antler’s that are larger a normal stag’s antlers.

But that is only myth told from the Ancient Text as no-one has ever seen this creature described and yet, it is what Mason fears for some reason.

You ask me why?

It is believed because of Prophesy told to him by a mysterious cloaked figure wearing robes of sea bluish-green and holding a stuff, bearing the carving of Raven that is why. And hear is thus:

Neither Human or even a man

When the Crescent moon doth shine and become full

Turning crimson like spilled blood in the inky, black sky

Come will something that will tear and ravage you asunder

It will break your stone you surround yourself with

Bellow out it’s war cry like the horn of a Carnyx

And pierce you to the very throne you defiled

Beware the golden eyes in the night.

Now that I have started off this Tale, let’s us travel to another place – the Northern Land where we will shall find out what happened to the young man from the Wolftrap Legacy that many had believed had faded into the histories of time to be forgotten for eternity.

 PART 1

A multitude of stars shines brightly in the night-sky, while under the canopy of tall coniferous trees bearing on their fir branches white, undisturbed snow and on a perch of a half-destroyed old tree – that had been hit by lightning – sweeps off into the night on silent wings.

A ghostly white shadow among the inky blackness, while slowly golden eyes appear from the gloom as they step slowly into the moonlight now streaming through the canopy above – a pack of wolves, a family.

There is a difference – on the back of one of the Mother Alpha Wolf – last of the remaining Ancient Beasts of the Wolf Clan – is a young man, gripping her fur mixed with silvery highlights.

While in front, keeping an eye out for dangers are his wolf-brother’s – three of them – and his Wolf-sister, who walks close by. Their names in Ancient are stated thus: Murasaki Kushina – the Alpha Mother, remaining Ancient Beast of the Wolf Clan; daughter Murasaki Chiyoh; and the three sons Murasaki Ashisaki, Keito and Hiharo.

They are Will’s family, after his mother Lady Cassia - Othelia who had given birth to him in this forest one heavy winter night soon afterwards weakened by hunger and trying to survive while grieving the loss of her husband – Lord Orilivano – who unknown to her at the time of when he been a small child had been bitten by rogue Wolf – so passing on the curse onto his only son – Will.

Will knows nothing of his heritage or even where he comes from. He believes his real mother is Murasaki Kushina and knows nothing of what the birthmark on his shoulder means.

“O’kaasan, where are we going?” He asks her in the language of the Wolves – that she had taught him, and she answers in her deep soft voice. “It’s a surprise, my dear little one.”

Will smiles at that. Being with his Wolf-mother, brothers and sisters he knows nothing of the Human beyond the forest he was born in and has not seen another human ever in his life.

His real mother unbeknownst to him is buried in wooden glade, where only the Spirit of the Forest – The Ravenstag – knows where. He remembers one autumn with the leaves spiralling and dancing down onto the forest floor he seen the beautiful creature with a lustrous coat of raven’s feathers ruffling gently in the breeze as it grazed with some deer then it was gone.

Chiyoh, who had gone off soon comes up beside and hands him a branch bearing some succulent edible berries from a winter food storage hole that been made last winter and taking it with one hand, scratches her behind her ear to thank her for it.

Keito – the second youngest of Murasaki Kushina’s Wolf cubs about the same age as Will – comes up, nipping her ear playfully soon making them both bound forwards in front of the others, making Will laugh happily at the sight in front of him.

If only he knew at the time in the Kingdom of Mason Verger, a Hunter would soon be arriving in the forest he lived in and would change his life forever.

  The mountain-passes that separate the Kingdom of Mason Verger from the Northern Forest, where the Ravenstag is to dwell is a Border pass patrolled by four guards – Tobias Budge, Matthew Brown, Abel Gideon and the reluctant Frederick Chilton – who control who goes through to the other side.

Coming up the carved path in the mountainside, while heavy rain falls down causing some parts of the cliff-face to become waterfalls of murky water that tumble down into the misty abyss below, he sees a Raven flying overhead – it’s beady gaze looking down at him – and continuing head up the path, soon sees a groove hollowed by years of intense weathering going over it until it finally hollowed out a pass.

During King Crawford’s reign with his kind permission people could come and go often escorted by himself and the Queen to show the beautiful land beyond the pass then it all changed when King Mason Verger took control and changed the rule so that only a handle of people he chose could enter the pass if they were acceptable and reliable in the tasks he gave them.

Slipping off the horse, he heads to stone-carved hut shaped like large dome to within, where Frederick Chilton – one of the four Border Pass Guards who rather be somewhere else – lifts his head up from making notes to see who has come in then takes the Sealed Pass signed by King Mason from Hannibal.

Hannibal lowering his hood of his long cloak, heads back over to his horse to check she is alright at the sametime the other three Border Pass guards appear, coming into the large stone-carved dome wearing hides of animals to disguise their scent from when they go through the pass and hunt in the land beyond it.

“Chilton, who is this Silver-fox of a foreigner?” One of them – Abel Gideon – a rude, boorish brute of man wishing like Chilton to be somewhere else – like for example the whorehouses of sin, greed and lust rumoured to be run by Lady Bedelia Du Maurier.

“A Hunter, dear Gideon. He has been given a Border Pass by King Verger to enter that accursed land.” Another man speaks – Tobias Budge, once a former member of the Hunter’s Guild until leaving for unknown reasons – who know considered Hunters like Hannibal to be just worthless scum in it for the money they would get from the job.

Hannibal notices the third Border Pass guard is a young man, with his hands crossed over his chest while leaning nonchantly against the stone-carved dome wall with one leg up on it watching him with certain look. He would have to keep an eye out on this one. Something about the gaze indicated a hidden personality the other three men didn’t know about and was something Hannibal had experience with

Having a hidden personality of his own.

  It is in the middle of the night, the rain has ceased outside until leaving only pools of water on the ground in some places as Hannibal silently leaves behind the four sleeping Border Pass Guards and heads quietly to the Pass, where for the moment he soon swears he sees ghostly figure of a child – looking almost like his darling sister Mischa – then getting up into the saddle of his horse, indicates with soft click of his tongue for it to start going through the pass.

It is eerily quiet, with the wind-weathered pass looking like it is leaning in towards any travellers who come into the Pass then finally he reaches the other side to come upon a sight that has been untouched ever since Mason’s reign: large swathes of coniferous and deciduous trees spreading outwards towards towering mountains that jut out like sharp ragged teeth in the clouds of mist that surround them.

A strange sense of calm descends on Hannibal. Never has he seen such a pristine, beautiful place where Humans who once remember King Crawford’s gentle rule now fear to tread in case they incur the wrath of the now King Mason.

Slowly he begins to descend the carved path leading to the very bottom of the valley where the Ancient Beasts were still rumoured to roam and the Spirit of the Forest – the Ravenstag – was said to dwell.

  “O’kaasan, what’s wrong?” Will asks, when Murasaki Kushina comes to halt at the large river – Kahaku – where glacial boulders covered in moss, lichen and tiny moths lay within the refreshing water that comes from the mountains in the far distance.

“Man!!!? We must leave!!!?” Come my children.” She replies to him, while Will finds himself gripping her fur more tightly and looks around at the trees that cover both sides of the large flowing river that goes through the forest and out towards the ocean.

Listening attentively, Will uses his special skill he had to block out all other noises and slips his eyes close to immerse himself fully. He soon hears a steady heartbeat coming from the “Man” as the strange creature his O’kaasan had called the strange creature.

He wondered:

Why had they come here to where he lived?

What purpose had brought them here?

Warning growls - bring him out of those internal questions - coming from his other siblings, making him shoot his eyes open seeing watching through some gaps of broken trees that have fallen into the large river at some point.

Until it managed to build a dam of sorts. The “Man” who soon moves from his watching point, gets up onto the broken branches and clambering over them begins to wade through the water towards them until stopping in the middle of the large river.

“Speak Human. You have come into our Forest with some purpose. Why?” Will hears his O’kaasan growling with her fangs bared in warning, while he slips off her back and keeps close to her.

Noticing how the strange “Man’s” maroon eyes stare at him – like they could stare deeply into his soul – and before he even is thinking he is front of them, while they stay still as he starts to pad around them.

Inhaling every mixture of scent coming from the strange “Man” - all unrecognisable and unidentifiable – then bringing his hands up to their shoulders, pushes the strange creature to kneel on both knees so their eye-level.

  Hannibal now kneeling on both his knees in the water of the large river, stays still when the young man – no doubt in his mind the remaining heir of the Wolftrap Legacy – leans close to his cheek inhaling deeply with curiosity at what is he to them.

He knows if he makes a wrong move, four wolves and a one of them an Ancient Beast described in Ancient Texts saying to have existed in this forest, could easily tear him to a bloodied mess.

Keeping his hands still by resting them on his lap, Hannibal doesn’t even flinch when a moist, warm tongue licks his ear to test his reaction and moves to the other – almost like the young man is starting to scent-mark him – then pulls back slightly giving him a look that means he must reciprocate.

Leaning close to the young man’s ear, he brings out his tongue to lick softly – wishing deep also he could take hold of the young man, but he doesn’t – and when finishes scent-marking the other in the way he been indicated then goes back to staying still to feel his cheeks grabbed hold of.

This forces him to tilt his head backwards, where soon sharp teeth or fangs – he can’t tell just yet – bite into his skin – not tearing but marking – drawing some blood as the action of it makes him gasp breathlessly.

Feeling his eyes flutter close, his hands come nearly up to take hold of the young man when a twig snapping underfoot breaks the gentle peace and calm and lowering his head after feeling he is suddenly his now alone sees the young man and the Wolves have left.

Another presence though makes him turn his face to look down the large river, seeing a sight he would never forget even until his and the young man’s tale had faded into history.

A lustrous coat made of Raven’s feathers, gleaming in the soft moonlight from above and antlers that seem to Hannibal’s mind extend to the very heavens then it tilts it’s head backwards bellowing heavily. It’s breath rising like fine mist into the cold, night air.

PART 2

After finding a large hollow of a giant tree that has managed over years of growing in cliff-face until it’s large roots within have hollowed out some form of cave, Hannibal now sits up against one of large roots, twisted slightly as the tree which had been growing searched for water and nutrients.

On the cave wall are Ancient Markings of Forebearers who once in Ancient Times had lived in the forest with harmony with the Ancient Beasts illuminated by the makeshift fire he has made, while on makeshift some meat – rabbit – is being slowly roasted on a makeshift spit made from twigs.

He is calmly sketching with some charcoal a drawing of the young man with the wolves he had met – paying attention to the soft details of the youthful face and soft kissable lips – into an old drawing paper sketchpad and smiles softly when he senses a presence entering the cave.

Hannibal knows who it is and finishing off the final touches, gently closes the sketchpad to place it to one side then reaching forwards turns the makeshift spit so the meat is thoroughly cooked hearing the young man pad up to him.

Lowering his hands to his lap, after doing that task he turns slightly to face the young man with sea bluish-green eyes – deep pools of that colour that remind him of clear pools of water with sunlight filtering down from canopy of trees to shine down on them – curious and intrigued in what will happen next.

The young man still on his hands and knees, while wearing a lace white tunic of sorts and black breeches – which must have been stolen to make what he wears now – reaches for one of Hannibal’s hands. Taking hold of it, while he forgets how to breathe at the feel of tempting kissable lips brush against his wrist’s pulse followed by hint of fangs.

“Something wrong, my Love?”  He asks, before he can correct himself because they’re not Lovers and yet, he couldn’t deny the attraction he was starting to develop for this feral Wolf-Child with curly-brown locks and something else within him he just couldn’t explain what.

“No, just the way you look at me.” The young man replies to him, lifting his head with his eyes closed at first, while stilling holding Hannibal’s wrist as Hannibal finds himself stroking the young man’s delicate cheekbone with feather light touches.

This makes the young man flutter his eyes open, revealing those beautiful eyes when he goes to move his hand away to sort the makeshift spit, so the meat doesn’t burn scorching him with such heat from that look, Hannibal can feel himself slowly becoming aroused then composes himself only just, asks the question.

“How do I look to you?” making the young man smile at him, replying with “As if you were deciding whether or not to eat me. Not that I’m adverse to the idea.” then goes back to nuzzling Hannibal’s wrist as Hannibal starts to feel conflicted by what has been said to him.

It was true, he had a darker side to after tortured in his own homeland by the rogue General – Vladimir Grutas – who overthrown his father and in front of his very young eyes at 17 years of age had taken his little baby sister away, while Gruta’s men took great relish and pleasure in violating his body again and again until he been forced to accept he would starve if he did not eat the food they gave him.

Then to his ultimate horror happened to him, they brought him food and due to his weakened state Hannibal had eaten it then afterwards had discovered the food had been his own sister – slaughtered for meat.

Anger had risen in him, while he soon killed the men who had murdered his sister and as the years went by when he travelled to the land King Mason owned after overthrowing King Crawford in the shadows of alleyways and underground caverns he was given another name “The Chesapeake Ripper” - based on the mythological monster the Wendigo from Ancient Texts who ate the flesh of man.

Coming out of the harsh, cold memory he locks it away in the oubliettes of his Mind Palace and slips his hand away to check the meat on the makeshift spit – finding it is ready to eat – then taking it off the holder, rips some of the meat off and holds it out to the young man.

Sea bluish-green eyes flick to the meat and to him than back to the meat, while Hannibal sighs softly and states. “It’s not poisoned. See.” tearing the meat piece in two then eating it to show to the young man it is only rabbit meat with some wild rosemary he found growing near the cave sprinkled on top.

The young man leans upwards though taking the other half of the meat from his fingers and placing it in his mouth soon presses his lips against Hannibal’s causing him to stiffen slightly then fully relaxing, opens his mouth as the meat is soon shared between them through their mouth’s.

He finds himself starting to breathe heavily through both his nostrils, changing position each time when a warm, moist tongue laps against his and starts to entwine as they keep on eating the rabbit meat between themselves then before he is even thinking of what he is doing, Hannibal has soon pinned the feral Wolf-child to the cave floor on his blanket – he had laid out from his traveling kit - and yet, keeps his hands either side of the young man’s head.

Both are breathing heavily, while he can feel soft hands start to unlace his clothes and pulls back heavily only to soon arch slightly with a breathless hitched gasp when feels the young man leans up to bite one of his nipples through the fabric of his crème-white tunic at the sametime twisting the other nipple, so it rises and peaks under those ministrations.

His hands begin to scar into the cave floor slightly as he un-arches his back and leans over the young man still gasping breathlessly as between his thighs in the confines of breeches, Hannibal can feel the tightening pressure indicating he is slowly becoming aroused and needs to release it one way or another then moves his head back down to kiss the young man again, needing to distract himself from it.

A hand clawing down his shoulder – sharp and lethal feeling to his skin – causes him to groan heavily in machoistic pleasure as it draws some blood in the process, while a sly soft hand soon slips between his thighs to cup him through his breeches heavily and starts to unlace him teasingly slow it makes move his lips away to pant heavily in the young man’s ear.

“If…. you don’t hurry. I won’t last much longer.”

“Don’t worry….I plan to extend this for very long indeed, Hunter.”

“Not….haaa….You wee minx!!!?….not Hunter, but Hannibal.”

“Hannibal….….hmm…then evidently I should tell you mine.”

“Yes…. ahhh!!…Oh, there, you wee minx!!!”

“Will, my name is Will.”

Hannibal wonders how long he can last, while Will now slips downwards, and he find himself flinging his head backwards crying out heavily when he finds himself swallowed down into moist, hot mouth then slipping his hands downwards grips the young man’s head to hold it closer to his groin, watching the sleek curly brown head start to bob back and forth between his thighs.

His mouth agape, he finds himself fisting his hands into the blanket for support as slick, slurp noises and breathless moans, gasps, pants and whimpers fill the cave then he tenses heavily, heart pounding heavily against ribcage feeling himself cup the young man’s cheek to stroke it as the sinful moist, hot mouth swallows down his release.

Soon Hannibal falls backwards to land slightly on the tree root and his travelling pack then whimpers from overstimulation when he is forced to experience another orgasm, while the young man has managed to slip his clothes off fully leaving him only in his crème-white tunic and lace breeches wide open to fully expose him.

“Enough…. Will…Enough!!!……I…want you!!” He gasps out, chest heaving heavily with laboured gasps making the young man raise his head, some remnants of Hannibal’s seed still on his lips and crawls up to him to look at him.

“You want….me?”

“Is that so much to ask of you?”

“No…..I want you as well, Hannibal. I want you…..as my….Mate.”

TO BE CONTINUED

For  @vintagefloof, @amatesura, @avidreadr2004, @crazystaglady, @hannigramfanfics and all the rest of the Fannibals out there. Here is the fic I have been working on… finally arrived. Enjoy. 

[cilvek-butne]

saulainās ieliņas

kad biju maziņa mēs ar mammu mēdzām daudz iet pastaigās. staigājām pa rajonu, viss šķita tik liels un plašs, kaut gan tagad, atskatoties uz to rajonu, nu, tur reāli nekā nav. daudzstāvu mājas, noplukuši rotaļlaukumiņi un netīras ielas. bet ar mammu staigāties, tas bija kaut kas cits. viss šķita tik krāsains un interesants.

atceros, ka vienmēr vēlējos apmaldīties, lai būtu jautrāk. pagalmos ir daudz ieliņu, tāpēc tas man kā mazam bērnam šķita pavisam vienkārši - apmaldīties. ar sajūsmu un ķermenī pilnu enerģiju vilku mammu aiz rokas uz katru nepazīstamu vai vēl neredzētas ielas pusi. tas tiešām šķita labākais, kas vien var būt. atceros, ka mamma bieži teica "nu pag Luīz, es vairs tiešām nezinu kur esam, būs jāzvana tētim", nezinu vai viņa pietēloja, bet tas visu padarīja vēl interesantāku, un uz to vienmēr atbildēju "nē! mes atradīsim ceļu atpakaļ!!". un ziniet? vienmēr arī atradām.

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es gribu apmaldīties un atkal atrast savu ceļu

[dinozaurs]

Nebaidies. Tu nedrīksti baidīties. Neļauj savam mežam slēpties no pērkona, vairīties no zibens, neslēpies zem kokiem no svētā lietus. Paņem drosmi, aizņemies to no tās smalkās, smalkās priedes, kura gara un slaida liecās līdzi vējam tukšas pļavas vidū. Tā nelūzt. Tā nekad nelūzīs. Ieskaties ciešāk, ievelc elpu reizē ar vēju, piesauc tās vārdu. Tā dejo. Slaidākā priede un spēcīgākā vētra.. dejo. Liecās un virpuļo, pagriezieni un gaisā mestas piruetes. Nebaidies. Tu esi tās priedes mugurkauls. Tu liecies līdzi un tad ielauz vēju pati. Es Tev apsolu, nebaidies. Tu esi tā vētra. Spēcīga, kā simts vilku gaudas un maiga, kā priedes sirds. Tu esi viss. Tevī ir viss. Atceries savus spēkus. Atceries savu vārdu. Nekad neatdod to vieglam lūzienam. Aiz Tevis stāv visi Tavi vilki, visi Tavi meži un visas Tavas Nāves.

Kad vētras meklēs to vienu priedi, kuras galotni lauzt un dīrāt, Tu sagaidīsi to vētru un atgādināsi tai savu vārdu.

[bb-latvija]

Valsts meža dienests saņēmis vairākus ziņojumus par vilku uzbrukumiem suņiem. Dienesta Medību daļas speciālisti aicina ziņot par netipisku vilku uzvedību medību kolektīviem. Latvijā vilks ir īpaši aizsargājama ierobežoti izmantojama suga, kuru drīkst medīt stingri noteiktos apjomos - šajā medību sezonā ir atļauts nomedīt 300 indivīdus. Dienests uzsver, ka vilku medības palīdz uzturēt plēsēju dabiskās bailes no cilvēka un uzlabo lauku apvidu iedzīvotāju spēju līdzāspastāvēt ar vilku populāciju. Valsts meža dienesta Medību daļas speciālisti atgādina, ka Latvijā vilku galvenais barības objekts ir savvaļas pārnadži - stirnas, staltbrieži un mežacūkas. Pēdējos gados pieaudzis ziņojumu skaits par vilku uzbrukumiem mājlopiem, lielākos postījumus nodarot aitu audzētājiem, tomēr šogad 9 gadījumos cietuši arī suņi. Konkrētie vilku uzbrukumu gadījumi suņiem fiksēti Austrumlatgales virsmežniecības uzraudzībā esošajā teritorijā - Balvu, Ludzas un Rēzeknes novados. "Suns kā vilka medību objekts saistāms ar indivīdu, kuram savvaļā ir apgrūtināta medījuma ieguve. Tas var būt vecs vai fiziskas traumas guvis atsevišķs indivīds vai pāris vilku, kuri nedzīvo barā, bet meklē savu teritoriju. Ja vilkam ir bijusi iespēja viegli nomedīt suni, ļoti ticams, ka tas šādu iespēju izmantos arī turpmāk. Tādēļ šādi indivīdi no vilku populācijas būtu jāizņem primāri," uzsver Valsts meža dienesta Medību daļas vadītājs Valters Lūsis. Lai pasargātu mājdzīvniekus no iespējama vilku uzbrukuma Valsts meža dienesta Medību daļas speciālisti iesaka: Ja vilks vairākas reizes dažu dienu laikā novērojams māju tuvumā, informēt par to tuvāko medību kolektīvu. Informāciju par medību kolektīviem var saņemt Valsts meža dienesta mežniecībās; Ja netālu no apdzīvotas vietas manīti vilki ar netipisku uzvedību, piemēram, tādi, kas zaudējuši dabiskās bailes no cilvēka un regulāri manāmi klaiņojot, informēt tuvāko medību kolektīvu; Neturēt suņus pie ķēdes. To šobrīd ierobežo arī normatīvie akti. Ja sunim nav iespējas aizbēgt un patverties vietā, kur vilks netiek klāt, tas var kļūt par vieglu medījumu plēsējam. Arī žogs ap māju atturēs nelūgto ciemiņu. Valsts meža dienests aicina medniekus primāri medīt vilkus tajās medību platībās, kurās ir saņemtas ziņas par vilkiem ar netipisku uzvedību un medību platībās, kurās ir fiksēti vilku uzbrukumi mājdzīvniekiem. Šogad Valsts meža dienests ir saņēmis 48 ziņojumus par vilku uzbrukumiem mājlopiem un mājdzīvniekiem. Dienests aicina ziņot par katru vilku uzbrukumu, jo tikai tie uzbrukumi, kura sekas pārbaudījuši dienesta speciālisti, tiek oficiāli atzīti par notikušiem, un tas ļauj pēc iespējas operatīvāk pieņemtu nepieciešamos drošības pasākumus. Valsts meža dienests ir valsts pārvaldes iestāde, kas uzrauga meža apsaimniekošanu, medību un dabas aizsardzības reglamentējošo normatīvo aktu ievērošanu, kā arī īsteno meža uguns apsardzību. Dienests uztur Meža valsts reģistru, kur tiek apkopota informāciju par mežu, tajā notiekošo saimniecisko darbību, medībām un medījamiem dzīvniekiem. Valsts meža dienesta misija ir rūpēties par atbildīgu meža apsaimniekošanu un saglabāšanu nākamajām paaudzēm.

[ilserre]

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Pamatskolā

Manas acis ieraudzījušas dzimtenes zili pelēkās debesis 1923. gada 31. martā. Mani sagaidījuši: tēvs Jāzeps, māte Tekla, vectēvs, vecmāmiņa un arī jau divus gadus vecais brālis Izidors. Manas dvīņu māsas Jūlija un Marta šajā pasaulē parādījās četrus gadus vēlāk, tas ir, 1927. gada 1. jūlijā.

No tālajām bērnu dienām man nekas daudz atmiņā nav saglabājies. Atceros rīta rasā salstošās kājas, kad, saulei lecot, dzinu govis ganos. Atceros ļoti skābu biezpienu cibiņā, ganiņa maizē līdzi dotu. Atceros lielo grunduļu daudzumu Daugavā, kurus ar galda dakšiņām mēģinājām noķert, bet dažkārt iedūrām sev kājās. Atceros lielo ābeļu dārzu un vairākas ābeles ar ļoti saldiem āboliem un simtgadīgās liepas apkārt dārzam, kuras ziedu laikā ļoti smaržoja.

Mēs dzīvojām tēva sētā, kurā visas ēkas bija tikko kā uzceltas. Visas iepriekšējās Pirmā pasaules kara laikā pilnīgi nodega, izņemot zemē ierakto dziļo pagrabu, kuru pirmajos pēckara gados izmantoja dzīvošanai.

Tēva zemnieku saimniecībā bija 18 hektāru zemes. Mūsu mājas atradās starp Rīgas - Daugavpils dzelzceļu un lielceļu, vienu kilometru attālumā no Daugavas un sešus kilometrus no Līvāniem, vairāk uz Jersikas pusi.

Kad 1930. gadā mani aizsūtīja uz netālo "Upenieku" 3-klasīgo skolu, es biju pilnīgi skolai nesagatavots. Es nepratu ne lasīt, ne rakstīt. Es laikam pat zīmuli nebiju rokā turējis. Rakstāmlietas bija dārgas un man tās lietot netika ļauts. "Upenieku" skolā lielākā daļa bērnu staigāja ar vīzēs ieautām kājām, tāpēc lietus laikā skolā uz grīdas bija neiedomājama dubļu kārta. Es atceros, kā es stipri centos glīti rakstīt, bet jo stiprāk spiedu spalvas kātu, jo lēnāk un uzmanīgāk to vilku, jo radās lielāki klekši burtnīcās. Es ļoti centos, bet man neveicās, tāpēc sagatavošanas klasē, tas ir, "ābečniekos" man iznāca pavadīt divus gadus. Vēlāk gan, trešo klasi pabeidzot, manā liecībā vairs pat trijnieku nebija (piecu baļļu sistēmā). Tad es biju viens no labākajiem skolēniem klasē.

Tā kā "Upeniekos" bija tikai 3 klases, tad es sāku mācīties Līvānu pamatskolā. Mēs skolēni no šaipuses uz Līvāniem gājām ar kājām, jo nekāds transports nekursēja. Uz mūsu lūgumu: "Onkulīt, paved!" šad tad izdevās kādu gabaliņu pabraukt zirga pajūgā ar vietējiem. Protams, noejot rītā un vakarā sniegā un lietū 6 km, bieži nekāda mācīšanās vairs nesanāca. Mazā, tumšā petrolejas lampa arī mācīšanos neveicināja. Mājās vēl bija arī jāstrādā: jānes lopiem ūdens, virtuvei un lielajai krāsnij malka utt. Es nekāds izcilnieks mācībās nebiju. Es atceros, ka visvieglāk nopelnīt piecinieku (toreiz augstākā atzīme) man bija skaitot dzejoļus, kuri bija jāmācās “no galvas". Kad es tos skaitīju, klasē parasti valdīja pilnīgs klusums. Dzejas rindas mācīties man patika un, pāris reizes izlasot, tās varēju noskaitīt "no galvas".