Rage & ROAR
Rain snarled, lashing against the slate and beamed roof of the beast’s river sanctuary, startling him awake. His deep blue, sinfully sleek blanket slipped off his torso pooling on his lap, accentuating his thick, muscular thighs, giving a glimpse of his stacked abdomen as he breathed deeply trying to unravel his intuition. Within the cacophony of Mother Sky’s turbulent magnificence, a voice rose, swirling in sorrow. In fear. It was rampant. An entire planet of humans shouting out for safety. For sanity.
Rogue rubbed his face, and breathed deeper, finding the calm he had learned to decipher beside the raging waters of Sayl, “Where?” Questioning his energy, and her energy. The combined signature of their energy’s which could lead him to her exact location in time and space. It took several moments to ascertain the feelings bombarding him, from inside himself, yet they were not his emotions. They were hers. Mimus. He could hear her, crying out inside her mind. Pleading. For safety. For shelter. For help. Rushing to stand, he felt compelled to prepare for a battle to protect her honor. Her lifeforce. Her whole world. There was a monstrous man after her. A foggy gloom surrounding her with shadows and unrelenting nightmares. And a face…
He shook his head. The face was familiar to her… yet she feared him? Feared the twisted nature of a human being she was shackled beside in matrimony. Seeing the silver ring on her left finger- as she tried to lift her hand, her arm, to do something, anything- as a fraxing, ridiculously violent curse keeping her trapped. Her “I Do” became an “I never will” again… shouting, shrieking for help. Raging for hope. Hoping for her own strength and power to free her. To help…
Rogue.
Would.
Help.
He would burn her entire world of factories, fear-farming and falsehoods to the ground. And then, he would tear her world asunder, just to see her safe.
To feel her mind calming.
Her heart calming.
Rogue would rage against the night and the terror ‘the face’ was unleashing on her. Weilding corrupt power over one who should be revered. If their world were his world-
Still part of the Mother’s Deep Landscape-
They would quake and tremble with utter despair to treat one of her daughters so violently ill.
Drugging her…
Forcing-
He would obliterate ‘the face’… the human man.
Utter ruin would rain down upon his vile, twisted mind, melting his flesh, burning through his evil, corrupted, festering heap of a human heart.
Rogue roared.
Roared to the sky they shared.
He would heed her cry for help.
He would see her safe.
His kin, his village, his people….
They would protect them all.
No women would suffer the abuse of their husbands or lovers, their kin or strangers while his kind roamed their world. No children would fall victim to abuse. No humans worthy of love and care would be overlooked.
“Not even one!” He growled to the river of his people.
They roared with him.
“Not even ONE!” Their growls vibrating through the air, a pulse of protection and shelter echoing outward, a wave that would reach the entire planet. In seconds. Removing toxic energy. Filth.
Everywhere would become safe.
The evil would waste away. Ruined. Dying. And so very quickly.
Evil men would suffer. Evil humans would rue the exact moment they ceased caring about anything but their profits and their next conquests.
They would never hurt anyone ever again. As their extremities fell off, their internal organs withered, drying up, no breath would fill their lungs. They did not deserve another breath.
No more blinks.
No more beating of their hearts.
The planet would fare better, be more plentiful, safer, more abundant and infinitely healthier without them or their villany. With the lense of corporations over people wiped from existence, the entire planet would finally be as Mother Sky had created it to be. All would be well.
Mimus would smile again. Feel light-hearted again. Mimus would finally feel safe.
Because in Rogue’s tender embrace, her shelter would be him. He would keep her from any harm. He would love her as she deserved to be loved.
Gently and kindly. Respected and valued. Cherished. And given her freedom again. She would never belong to anyone. Not to any man. Not to a rotten patriarchy of abuse, neglect and secrecy. Not to a father. Not to her family or her family’s religious structure nor their cultural traditions.
And she certainly, most ardently, would never belong to him.
Not ever.
But he would wait for a day when she may care for him. She would have her world back, and no ties to the shared last name of a true monster.
“Mother Sky?” My mind perked up.
“My Son?”
“I can take it from here.” I giggled merrily, fully realizing I was trying too hard again. Oops.
“Oh! Right!” I winked, smiling at his gorgeous Monster heart. “You’ve got this, Rogue.” All of my Monsters had huge ever-loving hearts, all waiting so patiently to meet their life-mates. To match with their human.
“I offer you my gratitude. Mother.” My smile wove into the fabric of my bright sparkle glimmers and sweeping, gusting breezes. Sighs.
“I’ll happily accept your happy heart instead.”
Rogue
“Mimus!”
“Monster!”
“All is well. Mimus. The human can no longer hurt you.”
“He was not human. Because if he was, I definitely don’t…”
“Yes?” I asked gently, willing to wait however long it took for her to be ready.
“I don’t want to be.” She burrowed her face into my chest, her frail human skin so soft and warm against my purple skin. Her arms wrapping around my torso, squeezing her to me. Like she was aways meant to find comfort and solace in the arms of a monster. I exhaled a breath that had felt stuck, until just that moment.
Mimus was not afraid of me.
