next part of the book I am pretending to write
Posted April 29, 2009 at 10:27 (General)
Her long dark mane and ceremonial dress clung to her glistening body moist from the heat of the dance, the tempo of her singing heart awakened his.  He could feel the life come into his body, as his heart beat in sync to the woman in his vision, hard, powerful with a sense of urgent need.  He awoke abruptly, almost painfully as the heart and body he had shut down centuries ago took on life once again.  His hearing so acute his heart and blood coursing through his veins shouted in his ears.  Perspiration dripped from his pores, creating feelings and sensations that had long been foreign to him.

He had buried himself within the ground to serve as a spiritual guardian, to protect those in death until the creator chose to release him from his earthly life.  He had offered himself as gatekeeper, offering protection for those souls who felt themselves "bound" to this world and in fear of the next.  He had chosen the sanctity of the earth, instead of continuing the bleak existence of watching humanity be destroyed by themselves and his brethren growing rich in the power of ego and control.  

His race had become scattered after the destruction of Mu , Azores, Thera along with sacred others.  Instead of seeking unification most sought isolation, the destruction had brought a loss of faith and trust within their race.  Balance had been lost.  Without balance their race could not exist.  Males would not be able to maintain peace within without their anchor, their mate.  After too long a time without the union of their counterpart, males become ego personified.  Many would choose the surge of power to control others and live as Gods among men, losing sight of all that is pure.  As a chosen peacemaker, Shiloh Soloman had gone into the earth until the creator called him home.

But the creator had chosen differently.  She was close.  She existed.  His mate was within his reach.  Shiloh bursts from the earth and took his first breath in centuries.  He breathed her scent, honeysuckles and wild jasmine, earth and purity.  He smiled into the night, lifted his head and hands into the heavens and dropped to his knees, giving thanks to the creator.  His smile was still upon him when he took flight in the direction his heart was leading.


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