from the Ball
Wolf was Soooo
I wore this
I wore this
Surprise
Here is Draco,
See how beautiful
A pair of these
This sweet music box
This beautiful
Wolf surprised me
The comb came
This beautiful
A scene along
handsome
at the formal dance
in his beautiful suit!
naughty number
to the dance!
beautiful choker
with matching
earrings:
and Sonora
pulled our coach,
and were
honored
guests, as well!
our gracious go-fer
and snacking companion
for this event.
the castle looks
as we come
rolling
up the drive
late at night!
winged wolves
guard the castle
entrance.
showing a mama wolfie
and her cubs playing
a bubble game
was a gift from the
Resort.
watch was my
surprise gift
to
Wolf.
with a lovely
gift as
well:
this gorgeous comb.
with an
extra-special
surprise. Wolf made
a very special
heartfelt pledge
to
me!
He had this pledge
engraved on the
inside
of the Comb.
I caught
Wolf
looking very serious
in this photo
as he
makes this
special promise
to me!
handmade crystal
arrowhead was
a
special gift from
Mr. Cohen to me!
the road back into
the Land
of
Enchantment.
at the Fancy-Dress Ball
Wolf and I were honored to be among the guests invited to The First Annual Scott Resort Costume Ball. And we really had a great time there! This page is our "Memory Book" of all the fun we had.
First, here are some exerpts from articles that ran in the social columns of various "publications"...
From the "Scott Resort Tattler":
THE GARDENS
Each guest and her escort had a room in the castle made up 'specially for them! Here is ours, from the "Scott Resort Archives":
"Luna and Wolf's room is in a deep inky purple-black with a great milky glass-ball chandelier in imitation of a glorious full moon. Silver stars are set in the dark ceiling to heighten the effect. Trim and accessories for the whole room are in silver. There are satin sheets in purple-black with silver trim. There is a large bed with the "fluffiest" mattress we could find. No waterbeds are allowed because she and her date both tend to bite into things like beds, couches, each other, etc., and the landlords want to avoid a real water-damage incident. There are lots of very soft floor coverings (in the dark color) as requested in case they get to rollin'...which we are sure they will! We did locate a room against an exterior wall of the castle so there is a huge balcony to step out on and view the lovely night sky as well. There is also a very large sideboard stocked at all time with their favorite comestibles: MMMmmmmeeeeaaaaaat!, Chocolates, Coca-Cola (diet for Luna), and MMmmmmiiiiiilllk! We're sure they don't need an actual dining table in the room as they'll probably do all their eating in bed. We made sure to pipe in some Celtic music to their room, most notably Enya and Lorrenna McKennit."
Vast Quantities of food were available to everyone at all times, much to the delight of we Wolfies! Really, the menu was too extensive to go into here. Suffice it to say we gorged!
The following is the schedule of events that took place this multi-day gala.
Guests begin arriving at the castle and may visit their accommodations to unpack, primp and relax prior to the Official Start of The Ball Saturday
July 8th Sunday
July 9th
Accommodations and dining will remain available until you want to leave (even if it takes a week or two)
Luna's Journal, and Correspondence about the Ball
As you know, I love to write things down and send messages! Here's the entries from my diary, as well as all my correspondence, for the days we were at the Castle, attending the Ball and other proffered festivities:
Morning of July 7, getting ready to go:
Afternoon of July 7, we feel a bit lazy:
Evening of July 7: we're running really really late!
Well, we find we've made the "scandal rags" with that one! Huff Puff that's typical! This exaggerated and sensationalistic interpretation of events is from the "Scott Resort Tattler":
"This Wolfess got into quite a mess at the party...first, she was dreadfully late, and had to handle her two horses Sonora and Surprise, with only the help of her escort, Wolf, who wasn't helping much, unless you consider carriage foreplay helping! Hand and "foot"man, indeed, sounds like he was all-over-the-bod man to me. Wolf provided the music for this journey: "Los Colores" (a New Mexican folksong) and "Green Grow the Rushes-O" Due to the wild weather, and the wild inhabitants of this coach, it's wise they left their ball outfits boxed and wore more durable clothing, although the lady's riding habit of purple velvet, purple cape and long red hair must have been very seductive to Wolf, who wore an equally sexy purple velvet trouser/poet's ruffled shirt combination with boots, natch. You have to go back and read the detail on this encounter:...hot stuff!"
HA! We represent that remark! We leave the reader to judge for him/her self, and move ahead...
Later that evening, still travelling, we find we've missed the opening formalities:
Much later; still travelling, amore takes center stage:
Very early morning; I mean the "wee hours"; July 8 - we finally arrive!
"The 1st annual Costume Ball was held from July 7th through July 9th in the year 2000 in the Castle on the Scott Resort grounds. Thanks to the effort of Pam and her staff (Draco and Drake) along with all of the other volunteers, the ball was a huge success.
Pam took special pains to decorate the gardens for the ball in order to enhance the romantic qualities. Here is how they looked during the ball:
The Gardens included special decorations for their owners during the ball. The general gardens such as the Champagne garden and Rose garden had lanterns and the music from the ballroom was heard from the gardens if it was desired. There were also remote units which were hidden in various places around the gardens to pipe in the music as requested.
There were some decorated small boats that were ordered for the various streams and lakes of the gardens and by special request Draco headed out to get a gondola from Venice as well as a gondolier."
From the "Scott Resort Archives":
9:00 p.m.The Official Welcome...
There will be a welcoming speaker (Pam) who will offer the history behind the ball (this will be short because this is the 1st one) and explain the various amenities available to the guests
9:30 p.m. - whenever
Open bar and light refreshments available throughout the night
Live bands will be playing in several different rooms so you can choose what you want to listen to or dance to
7:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m.
Breakfast will be served in the main dining room. The hours are extensive to give everyone a chance to recover from last night.
12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
Take your date on a romantic picnic. Wander your individual gardens. Do what you like it is your free time.
7:00 p.m.
Formal Dinner in the Main Dining Room
9:00 p.m. - whenever
Formal Ball Begins
Introduction of the guests by Drake
Dancing in the Main Ball Room
Continuous buffet served in the Main Dining Room (yes, this ball is about food)
7:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m.
Breakfast will be served in the main dining room. The hours are extensive to give everyone a chance to recover from last night.
2:00 p.m.
Open Air Concert featuring the Vocal Stylings of Draco, as well as "command performances" by various favored musicians, among these: The Moody Blues and Eric Clapton.
Carts featuring all types of food and drink to enjoy during the concert will be found around the perimeter of the concert area.
6:00 p.m.
Farewell Dinner
9:00 p.m. - whenever
More dancing for anyone who doesn't want the party to end...
La Hacienda is all a-flutter as we prepare to come to the Ball. Wolf and I just got done grooming Surprise and Sonora. He does Sonora because they both like to bounce around so much. Anyway we washed 'em and brushed 'em and put sho-sheen on 'em and curled their manes and tails and even put rainmaker hoof shine on their hooves. Then we put their sheets on them so they won't get mussed till it's time to go. They're eating their alfalfa now, and anticipating the luxury box stalls and fancy treats (apple delights?) they'll no doubt receive while they're guests of the resort during the Ball. Oh now - could you send a fellow 'round this afternoon with the plumes and harnessery? And could you add to that some purple and turquoise bows to braid in manes and tails? Forgot to ask for 'em earlier! And is someone bringing the coach up to us? you could just tow it up with one of the cars from the resort's extensive fleet of VW Passats, I suppose, so's you don't tie up the other horses, you'll need them for the other guest's coaches!
Now- when you send all this stuff up, please have your footmen be "discreet" ...just ring the bell out under the archway and wait (and it may take a while) for one of us to come out...because Wolf and I plan on "taking a nap" before we go, and then of course we'll spend considerable time grooming each other, as is the way with wolf mates, and we require our privacy for these activities!
Hey!! Wolf just fell in the watering trough!!! He's ...aack!!! he just pulled ME in too!!! We're all wet and our clothing is clinging to us in a most "provocative" manner! OK Just turn around and keep eatin' that alfalfa, you two!!! Cripes!!! OOh - I'm all wet...and Wolf has got...well...golly I think it's time for us to have our roll in the ha..., er, "nap", now!
rrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooowwwwlllllllllll....
[big lazy supremely satisfied yawn]
aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........
Thanks very mucho in advance Drake, for bringing up our carriage and accessories! And you must be a pre-pubescent dragon, huh? You asked why we needed to take a nap! Expect you'll learn soon enough about them "naps"!
Think we'll just lounge around here in bed till we hear Drake ring the bell...start that grooming thing...give each other a massage...brush each other's hair: Wolf's hair seems to need extensive finger-combing to be done properly! And I have to brush his tail till it's smooth and shiny as silk, of course! Oh and we need our bath. And Wolf of course insists that he give me a truly "wolfy" bath: he thinks those are best given with the tongue!.....hey that tickles!!!... he he he he heeeeeeeee...
Well, Huffity Puffity! There are thunder storms here (there really are, I keep getting knocked off in the midst of these colorful posts I'm attempting), and Sonora got spooked and had to be calmed down! Then Surprise (the lead horse) decided she wouldn't work for the driver and footman Drake had so carefully tucked inside the coach, so it seems that I have to drive ! Garsh Durn her - it's just like her: that Barb-ed personality again! So we sent your people back with Drake and we are doing all the honors ourselves! Since I'm driving, Wolf is graciously performing duties as my footman - actually he's being my "hand and foot" man, er, wolf, as he's literally waiting on me hand and foot, popping back and forth between the inside of the carriage and the driver's seat up here: plying me with drinks and feeding me chocolates and other delectables, brushing and smoothing my hair if the wind musses it too much. Oh! and he's singing to me as we go along: see, that was one of his surprises: he didn't want no musicians for the coach because HE wanted to serenade me! Right now he's singing "Los Colores" (New Mexican Folksong, they sing it at the end of The Milagro Beanfield War), and he just finished the Celtic tune, "Green Grow the Rushes-O". It is Soooooo beautiful - I'm threatening to melt and run all over the seat! Don't expect to hear him singing as we drive in, though: he's shy about his voice and say's he's saving it just for me!
"...Ay es de colores,
los muchos sabores..."
Help!! I almost swooned off the seat!!! Oh Oh he caught me!!! Now he thinks I need more chocolates to recover so there he goes and here he comes with a box, and he's feeding them to me ever so delicately, so as to not get chocolate on my face. But don't worry, he's still quite himself I see: scarfing down chocolates also! It's a good thing you put about 30 boxes of those things in here; we wolfies DO Loooooooooooove our chocolate!
Since we had to do coach duties ourselves, we packed all our posh clothes and goodies inside and we've dressed the part: I'm in an old-fashioned ladies riding habit (long divided skirt, short shawl-collared jacket with peplum) of purple velvet, decorated with white soutache braid. And a crisp white ruffly blouse underneath. Little shiny black lace-up booties with high heels complete my outfit. No hat,'tho: I'm letting my long red hair blow back in the breeze of the carriage's motion. (I really DO have long red hair- the only feature I have worth shootin') And I have a grand purple cape to throw over me if the weather gets rough. Wolf is scrumptious enough to eat in a crisp white ruffly poet's shirt with puffed sleeves, unbuttoned some at the front ...[and hey could you button a couple of those before we get there? Otherwise you're gonna get mobbed as soon as anyone sees ya!]... He's wearing purple velvet trousers that match my habit and have white braid down the sides, and of course these have a well-tailored opening for his tail ...[and Wolf are those too small for you or WHAT? they're awful tight...they look , er, they look, well they look succulent!!! is what they look!]... He has beautiful black leather knee boots to complete his ensemble. And he ain't wearin' no hat neither! He has his satiny hair pulled back (remember he grew it long just for me: it's about halfway to his waist) and clasped at the neck with a beautiful moonstone set in a silver fillet. He also has a long duster-style frock coat in the purple velvet with white braid for his own weather-wear.
We're going along quite nicely in the twilight now, the thunder booming away over the mountains....The rain has cleared...soon the waxing moon will rise... and we are Sooooo sorry for being so late but this night time drive is really quite romantic! Pam I hope we don't miss your speech....and we hope somebody'll let us in!!! And can we come in wearing what we're wearing now...hope we don't look too "provincial"!!!
C'ya soon...
Some nighthawks, special friends of Wolf's , just flew by our coach as we roll along and informed us that Pam has made her speech and we have missed it! Yikes and Cripes!!!
Goodness Gracious Us!... we're so sorry.. And then you drank a toast... so we will drink a toast to you all here from our coach...Here's to you , one and all, who have worked so hard on this event and the resort!
CHEERS!
...rolling along in our carriage under the stars, the few remaining clouds scudding across the moon, clip-clop of the trotting horses' feet...Wolf scampered back over the top of the coach and lit the lanterns. Now he's went inside and re-emerged with cake, plates, 2 glasses and some fizzy stuff. Even napkins to snap! [he must've been a waiter at some point...Waiter Wolf...hmmm...] We share our cake and fizzy stuff [it's soda, we wolfies can't drink: it makes us crazy], him sitting beside me on the high driver's seat. He's put on his duster and draped my cape over my shoulders against the evening's cool. Now he's laid his head on my shoulder...Awww.....[little lovey wolfie whimper]......way off on the horizon I see many many twinkling lights. Can that be the Resort? How beautiful it seems...an enchanted place....just like OUR Land of Enchantment only much smaller! We'll be there presently but this evening's glorious ride has been worth it!
Here's to romance!!!
AAAaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooo........
It was quite late when our carriage finally rolled up to the castle gate. The gate keepers recognised us immediately because of our tails! So we did not have the problem with admittance that we'd worried about, since we had an invitation but it only had Wolf's picture on it and no writing! But who else besides us would have tails? And so well-flaunted at that! The liveried servants took our considerable luggage up to our room (we have so many luscious outfits we couldn't decide what to bring so we brought lots), and we drove the carriage around to the stables ourselves, to make sure it met with our (and the horses') approval. After an intense interrogation of the Master of Horse, Surprise said she "guessed it would do" [sniff!] and of course Sonora is happy as long as there's plenty of food available!
Now that the horses' comfort was seen to, Wolf and I decided, since it was quite late, to eschew any social goings-on still in progress, and we headed up to the circle on the hill to hear Draco sing. As we passed by a corner of the castle we noticed that everything seemed pretty quiet, just a bit of soft music and giggling could be heard coming from some of the upper windows. There did seem to be some sort of ruckus emanating from the library: laughing, shouting, and are those ?articles of clothing? flying out the window? And there seemed to be a moose in there but we couldn't be sure! Best leave that well alone!
We walked on up in the silky late evening air and sat on some rocks listening to Draco sing. He really does have a marvelous voice: I rate it right up there next to Wolf's! We don't think Draco knew we were there, as wolfs have the ability to pass unseen, and we wanted to enjoy this intimate setting alone, smooch a little (well, OK - a lot!) all the while entertained by our own personal crooner...
He went thru quite a few of the old traditional Irish ballads, and though we were tempted to linger we really felt quite exhaused from the preparations, the drive, and all.
Normally we wolfies are up to greet the sunrise but I don't think we will be this mornin'! We'll just sleep in, eat breakfast from the well-stocked sideboard in our room, maybe have a little fashion show for each other when we finally do get up as we decide what to wear for the afternoon's festivities.
Well, those satin sheets are calling us: I can almost feel Wolf's warm fur up against me now: almost feel his warm lips and his warm embrace.
Sleep will wait: our bodies are calling each other...
Morning (well, late morning), Saturday, July 8:
Early evening, July 8 - I'm a little upset:
Evening of July 8: we appear for dinner:
Later that Evening, July 8, having finished dinner, we go into the Ballroom:
I am so swept up by the magic that is Wolf: for a few minutes it doesn't dawn on me that something's missing! Then I realize what it is: nobody's asked for a dance with Wolf! I tell you: I'm relieved! Still: what the hell?...
And then it comes out: a rumor makes it's way around the Ballroom: one of the large and very expensive ice sculptures, which were made to look like Wolf and Mr. Cohen respectively, seems to have been vandalized! A certain piece of "anatomy" has apparently gone missing!
And then later...
Morning (barely!), Sunday, July 9:
At the stables we find a message waiting for us: seems Mr. Cohen has sent me a special gift: a beautiful crystal arrowhead (see picture). The arrowhead itself awaits my return home, but a picture of it has been included along with the message...it seems he wants me to have this because he thinks I take such good care of Wolf! I am very moved by this gesture...
[When I'm feeling very emotional I speak en Espanol:
Afternoon July 9, at the concert. We've all been given a special copy of the as-yet-unreleased-to-the-public new "Harry Potter" book to enjoy along with the music:
Evening, July 9, we're about to step out of our room:
What Wolf sensed, and I want you to know (and some of you probably already do know), is the spirit of and within this place. It's Wolf's spirit! Wolf's spirit is everywhere here! It is not only in my garden (and mine in equal portion with his there, due to my obsessive love for him), it is in the all the gardens, the stones, the grounds, the very building blocks of the Castle and of course the Resort as well. Wolf's spirit is in the Moon up in the sky...it is everywhere you look. That is because it is Wolf's spirit that brought all of us together here. We would never have met, much less be having all this fun and companionship, if it weren't for him.
Morning; Monday, July 10 - we steal away:
After a luxurious lazy morning of lolling in bed, Wolf and
I are up and about the castle grounds. It took extensive
trying on of clothes, fussing over and grooming each other
to get ourselves looking pretty, but we finally managed it!
For our afternoon of going about Wolf is wearing attire
that is a bit more casual than usual, to contrast with what
he will be wearing this evening. He's gone western,
actually...a pair of absolutely seductive, stone-washed
denim jeans (tantalizingly tight again), worn out over his
boots this time: a beautiful pair of red and black
snakeskin western boots with a heel. A red western shirt in
a soft cotton with silver snaps adorning the front, yoke
and cuffs. Open at the neck [button at least one of
those before we go out, pleeeeeaase?] He tops this all off
with a handsome reddish-brown leather short vest left
unbuttoned. The entire front of the vest is beaded in
shades of white and deep blues: the beading creates a scene
depicting wolfs howling at the full moon at twilight. I
have given Wolf a special set of jewelery I got in Taos for
him to wear to complete his outfit: large deep blue Kingman
turquoises in silver settings in the shape of running
wolfs. There is a belt buckle, a wristband, and a clasp for
his hair. He is so pleased with these...keeps admiring
himself in the mirror! I have decided to wear weatern
separates as well: sweepy soft long denim broomstick skirt,
red western blouse similar to Wolf's shirt, and a ruffled
velvet broomstick vest. Red and black snakeskin boots for
me as well, and I have on all my best turquoise jewelery,
concho belt, etc. My pieces are greener Bisbee Queen
turquoise with the silver settings in the shape of running
horses. And I'm wearing my hair down again: loose and
flowing. We would also like you to know that these outfits,
as all ours do, have nicely-tailored openings in the rear
for our tails to protrude out from!
I wearing my singing ring as well...(these rings were gifts of the Resort, and each one
has been told a special secret by each woman's escort: to
be revealed when the escort chooses!) and she WILL NOT
divulge her secret: she and Wolf keep whispering back and
forth to each other, too - it's driving me crazy!!!
rrrruuuuuuffffff!!!!!!!! [stomps foot in frustration]
We joined Draco up at the circle again to
indulge in our "picnic basket", as we had been admonished
to do. That Draco, what a character! He and Wolf have so
much in common! Some of the contents of the "picnic basket"
got away from the assigned butcher, and Wolf and Draco gave
merry chase, and well...oops [Wolf brought it down and
Draco cooked it...other graphic stuff omitted] well suffice
it to say we had some kind of "roast" for lunch! It's
amazing how their eating styles are alike too...they really
like to shovel it in!!! I, on the other hand, ate the
bits of "roast" Wolf lovingly plied on me in a most
delicate manner [well for a wolfess anyway] I deigned to
use a knife and fork. [well I used them part of the time,
honest I did!]...and didn't gulp my food down too
fast! We washed all this down with gallons of milk and
soda, and lots of chocolate for dessert! Poor Draco kept
havin' to leave: y'all should be ashamed: using him for
such a "go-fur" like that. We have had a fun afternoon up
here with Draco, pretty soon we'll head back for a short
"nap" and bath before we get dressed for the dinner and
Ball...
We wanta know: are we welcome in the dining room
for the dinner? We EXPECT to be!!! But Huff Puff it would
be totally typical of you humans not to want us!!! We
promise to use knives and forks and to not be quite so
"wolfish" in our eating habits! Really!
I am receiving many communications from the other women guests, asking if they may have a dance with my Creamy Consort! I really don't wanta let 'em (this Wolfess is the jealous type), but propriety says I may have to! Wolf is a little distressed over this himself: he's afraid he may be ravished and left "completely dishevelled". Of course I promised him I'd protect him! RRrrrrooowwwwwwwllllll!!! These insatiable females had better keep their hands where I can see 'em! To top it all off, Pam, our honored organizer, has asked me not only for a dance with Wolf, but she wants to run her fingers thru his hair as well! AAaaarrrrrrrgggh!!! I feel faint! Well: she's an old friend...so; I will allow her to do this once, under my personal scrutiny! Her and her only and once and once only! Cripes! What's this world comin' to? As for the rest of them and their dance requests, I suppose we'll be deluged with those as soon as we hit the Ballroom door!
Well, since we didn't hear any protestations, we wolfs have come down to dine...the whole place is so very lovely, and after gawking around we find a sofa in a secluded corner facing out on the water...
We would have come in somewhat earlier but our nap turned into a long-drawn-out affair...then we had to give each other "wolf washings" and if you've never been bathed by tongue you don't know what you're missing! but it takes a while!
Then we groomed each other's hair and dressed each other in our finery. We decided to go ahead and put on our Ball attire because if we go back up there to change yet again we might need to take another "nap"... and we might never make it to the Ball at all!!!
Wolf is wearing his beautiful black velvet suit: the Very Succulent one that I love so much: there's a picture of him wearing it up at the top of this page. I can hardly take my eyes or hands off him! And I am wearing my gown that you see in the picture just below Wolf's. All of my accessories have touches of red in them: I am wearing the beautiful "lunatic" jewels Draco brought for me (see the picture), and a very naughty pair of little red sequined sandals with 5 inch spike heels. Wolf can hardly take his eyes or hands off me!
I gave Wolf his surprise gift: the gorgeous watch and chain with scene inside that Draco found. Wolf is very taken with this and seems to need to check the time about every 30 seconds now....and he keeps pushing his head against my neck and whimpering...it just makes me wanta ...well never mind what it makes me wanta do when he does that!
Wolf has given me a lovely surprise gift as well: a beautiful comb for my hair with red and black jewels that matches the other lunatic jewelery. I am wearing my hair loose and flowing again and now I can use this to sweep one side up away from my face. But actually this is just a part of a bigger gift: Wolf has made a Special Serious Wolf Promise to me, and he has had it engraved on the inside of the comb. This is the secret he and the singing ring were whispering to each other about earlier...Wolf got down on one knee and sang the special words of this promise to me in a little song, and he taught the singing ring to sing it as well...so I'll always have it with me even in the small times he and I are apart, like when he's out bounding.
I'm sorry but I have no intention of sharing such an intimate pledge with all of you...you'll all just have to wonder...and wish you had a Supremely Devoted Mate like mine!!! [I am almost in tears over this...aaarrruuuu.....]
So now we're down here in this wonderful Arabian Nights Dining Hall....I stay put, dreamily remembering happenings just a few minutes past, while Wolf goes to fetch us each a plate of food and a drink...now he's coming back and Cripes! how can you eat that much when only a couple hours ago it seems like, you and Draco ate about a hundred cows and oops! never mind...
But No matter! I'll just sit and watch you eat and think about Wonderful Wolf Promises...
Well, Wolf and I have completed our meal (careful to use our knives and forks and not gulp our meal too much!), and we head for the Ballroom....
Huff! Puff! How Startling to see Mr. Cohen standing greeting everyone as they come thru the door, and dressed in exactly the same suit as my Wolfie!!! Wolf and Mr. Cohen shake hands very formally, and stare each other up and down without speaking! Cripes! For a moment I worry what's going to happen but suddenly they break into big grins and then they hug each other! Slapping each other on the back and laughing now, they lean close and say something very quietly to each other - I can't hear but maybe I can get it out of Wolf later! Then Wolf introduces me to Mr. Cohen in a very courtly manner, and Mr. Cohen, just as courtly, kisses my hand. But he is very careful about it: I think he wants to be sure Wolf knows that he's not infringing on Wolf's territory! And, as charming as he is, I only want my Wolf, the Wolf of the long hair and the beautiful tail and the fur under his clothing and the wolfish eating habits and the singing under the Moon...
It occurrs to me: they look soooooooo much alike superficially; maybe I can persuade Wolf to tuck his tail under his coattails part of the time, and maybe they won't notice his long hair caught back off his neck with a moonstone clasp, and maybe some of these hormonally human females will mistake Mr. Cohen for Wolf and I won't lose so many dances to them!!! 'Cause I only want to dance with Wolf, don't wanna dance with a buncha other characters like they do! ..sigh.. Still, I did promise...
The "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play and Wolf and I drift out onto the floor, and I am caught up in the fluid movements of this lithe and powerful animal who is my mate...
Accusations are made: mud is flung: gossip abounds...and an investigation ensues...
Indeed! Everyone seems to be so worried about a piece of ice, the size of which apparently DOES matter, that they have forgotten all about tryin' to claim any dances with my Wolfie! Well and good!!! More for me...
Hey, is that a tango they're starting up?
AAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiibbaaaaaaa!!!!
As Wolf and I whirl around the floor to our favorite waltz: the wolfish "Danse Macabre", I look around and reflect how perfectly peculiar it is: all these fellows who bear some resemblance to Wolf! Dancing with all these Stunning Wonderful Women... well, that is, the women who aren't up in somebody's room carefully considering certain evidence in the form of a large or small puddle...
Since the advent of the Ice Sculpture Distraction Debacle, Wolf and I have had plenty of dances all to ourselves; still had them even though the long-suffering Mr. Cohen seems to have disappeared as well...cold ice taking precedence over warm masculinity...Hmmm!
So - anywho, Wolfus and I have danced to our heart's content: waltzes, tangoes, sensuous slow dances...even an exuberant polka (we didn't know you'd invited Weird Al to sit in with the band!)
But enough is enough and it's time for some "private dancing" now...We stroll off the dance floor and out the back where we board our special gondola, an all black gondola: black lacquer, black velvet, black leather... so we wolfs may again "pass unseen" as we drift along, cuddling and nuzzling, somewhat watching Drake and Draco, master pyrotechnicians, set off marvelous fireworks from yon hill...
Don't expect us for breakfast tomorrow...we'll "make our own"...
After a luscious loving morning of lolling lazily in our fluffy bed, Wolf and I finally managed to get somewhat vertical and indulge in a sumptuous breakfast graciously brought up to us by room service: Bushels of Bacon; Mountains of Hash Browns; Wonderous Waffles swathed in Date-Nut Preserves and Showered with Pecans...all Washed Wolfishly down with gallons of MmmmmmmiiilllllllK!!! Breakfast took a little longer than expected because somehow I seemed to get swathed in the Preserves and Pecans even more than the waffles were and since you know how picky Wolf is about not leaving even one morsel of anything edible anywhere...well, you get the picture!
After extensive and prolonged mutual grooming we were eventually ready to get dressed: it was hard to decide what to wear but we finally decided upon something a little less casual than yesterday's western wear, since we will be attending a concert. Wolf has chosen a beautiful peacock-blue suit. It has the usual well-fitted trousers worn out over blue ostrich boots and of course the opening for his tail. A wide notch-collared single-breasted coat of knee length, worn open over a matching vest with a deeply cut front and a decorative notched bottom. His shirt is a cream-colored poet's shirt worn open at the neck. He has his hair pulled back with a clasp bearing a single huge Bisbee Blue turquoise stone. And because he loves it so much, he of course has his beautiful new watch on it's chain in his vest.
Did I mention the way Wolf smells? "Cause he smells Wonderful!!! Of course he doesn't wear "fragrances" (neither do I ...these human concoctions make wolfies sneeze!). He flaunts his own audacious aroma: the scent of a New Mexican mountain breeze - pinyon and sage and the earth after rain, with a generous measure of male animal pheromone thrown in there [gad, no wonder everyone wants to "dance" with him...can you cut back on that pheromone secretion a bit there? at least when we go out? On the other hand you better cut it out now or I'll never let you out of this room, it's making me want to...want to....STOP IT!!!]
(((attempting to regain composure))) I have decided to drench myself in color this morning and am wearing one of my beautiful saris from India. It is a very filmy garment made of pure silk, in a more muted version of Wolf's peacock blue. The fabric itself is so thin that one can see right thru it, and the sari would be downright scandalous except that it is encrusted with patterns of jewels in red, yellow and purple, and bits of mirror that sparkle in the light. These provide a lot of color and a modicum of modesty, although it's still un-modest and see thru enough to make sure Wolf won't take his eyes off me (not that he would: loyalty is his middle name, but I DO so love to tantalize him!). Of coures there is an opening in just the right place for my tail, too! I have my hair swept up today and held with the special special comb Wolf gave me yesterday, and I complete my ensemble with jeweled belt, bangles and sandals.
As we emerge from our suite, we hear lots of chatter emanating from all about (wolfies have extremely acute hearing - did you know a wolf can hear a human speaking in a normal tone of voice up to 6 miles away?) ...we detect that the perhaps the not-so-long-suffering-after-all Mr. Cohen snuck (sneaked?) off with Pam last night (ah, so that's why he disappeared!), and that the "car guy" with the Strikingly Similar eyes to Wolf was apparently playing some sort of nude basketball! Sounds uncomfortable!
We're heading down to the stables now, to see how Surprise and Sonora are fairing (although we have no doubt Surprise has the Master of Horse toe-ing the line!), and if they are happy enough then we shall stay thru this evening as well, so that we can attend tonight's dance. After our call at the stables, we're going up to the amethyst circle to hear Draco's concert: both of us are really quite taken with his vocal stylings... Can we expect a rendetion of "Ceilito Lindo"?
Es tan hermoso de la manera de un lobo! Y tan muy querido....Thank you Thank you again Mr. Cohen!!!! Gracias senor!!! Aaaaarrrruuffff!!!
I wonder if that's what he and Wolf were whispering about?... I can't wait to see the beautiful crystal arrowhead again and hold it in my hands when we get back home!
We have been sitting on the grass under an oak tree, just a short distance from the circle, enjoying the concert. Wolf has indeed been giving me a "lap reading" of the Harry Potter book, although I do believe he has had an ulterior motive the whole time: from his vantage point he has an excellent view of my succulent breasts through my sheer sari. Could that be why we haven't gotten beyond the table of contents in the book? Hmmm..........
Thanks to the Moody Blues for gracing the concert with their presence. "Knights in White Satin"- one of our favorites! [I still have the original vinyl album: "Days of Future Passed", in my collection!]
Wolf and I think we'll be leaving shortly, head back to our room to change for the dinner. 'Course we'll go by the food vendors on the outskirts of the concert grounds on our way back, pick up a few dozen hot dogs and a pizza or nine to tide us over 'till dinner. We better pick up a few liters of soda to wash that all down with too while we're at it!
See you all at dinner!.......
The entire Castle, the Grounds, literally the Air 'round here is just permeated with Love and Joy, isn't it? What a lovely event - what a lovely atmosphere it has generated! Wolf and I are just as caught up as everyone else (not that we aren't always "caught up" in the spirit of each other! That's the wonderful thing about being wolfs, and mates: we're always new to each other, always exciting: the one hundredth time and the one thousandth time and the ten-thousandth time are all just as breathtakingly beautiful as the first time: this is the blessing of wolfs.).
When we returned to our suite after the concert we simply couldn't resist this spirit, this feeling that's all around... couldn't resist each other's bodies! So we spent a lovely luxuriant afternoon worshiping at the temples of each other. Wolf had, after all, spent all afternoon "lap reading" my breasts thru that sari...he was ready for the fine print now! How wonderfully talented he is: he can read with his tongue! And who knew there was fine print on my nipples? And when he closed the book of my breasts there was of course a whole lower library to explore! And I lavished equal attention on Wolf's lithe muscular animal body, investigating anew all of him with my hands and my mouth: running my fingers thru his long satiny hair; circling playful fingers around his nipples; caressing with wet kisses his rough jaw, his strong neck, his lean abdomen, and the sinewy lengths below, as well.
We were so caught up that when one of us finally sat up for a breather, well...Huff Puff! It was dark outside!
We pulled ourselves together and managed to get dressed: fortunately we had laid out our planned ensembles earlier because we were still very intoxicated from drinking in the essence of each other - in other words: we hadn't a thought in our heads! Except for getting back in that bed of course, and that wouldn't do: we were expected, after all!
My costume dictated the color of our clothing for this evening: shades of green. Mine a long dress of beryl-green velvet, very slinky, very form fitting, a slight train in the back but not enough to interfere with one's movements in dancing. The dress has long fitted sleeves that come to points over my hands above the fingers, and it plunges quite low to a V in front. But the plunge in front is nothing compared to the plunge in back: a very deep V cuts so low that it accomodates my tail, which spills out over the top of it! Tail decollete! A few tiny velvet laces criss-cross up the back to assure I won't walk right out of this covering and yet revealing creation. I have little beryl-green velvet sandals with spike heels, and real beryl drop earrings and necklace. My hair is down long again and swept up on one side with Wolf's comb, which I will wear every day of my life from now on whether it matches my garments or not! Oh- did I mention my tail is red like my hair, of a creamier shade underneath, and just a shade darker on the tip?
Wolf's suit is similar to his black one from last night, but his trousers and frock coat are dark green velvet, his vest of beryl-green satin. His shirt, with long pointed collar and cuffs, is gold satin, and knotted around his neck a beautiful cravat of dark green silk. Slick dark green leather boots and beryl collar, cuff studs and hair clasp complete his dangerously handsome look. And the now necessary watch and chain! He's as attached to those as I am my comb! It was my pleasure to brush his thick black hair and tail till they shone, and does he look TASTY OR WHAT??? [rrrrruuuuuff!!! ..ahem..calm down.. I think he's secretin' them pheromones again!]
Just as we were about to go downstairs Wolf sat down on the bed and said I should sit and listen to him a minute, He said he could sense something and that his Wolf senses are never wrong. Then he proceeded to tell me these things, and now I'm telling you...
Wolf chose Mr. Cohen to channel his spirit on the physical plane, and the rest, as you say, is history...the Earth moved; everything went off on a different tangent; people were never the same again. Wolf Started It All. Mr. Cohen knows it just as well as Wolf: that Wolf was his breakthrough. And he showed you that, Pam, on the dance floor, when he channeled Wolf again for you, for just a minute! ...That was what he whispered to Wolf about, and why he got me the crystal arrowhead for a gift: he knows what he owes Wolf, and he wanted to thank me for being such a good mate for Wolf here on this plane.
Each one of Mr. Cohen's characters is now a little bit Wolf in everyone's eyes as well: that's why all of you love all the "Scotts" so. They're all Wolf's little brothers, so to speak. You've all been Dancing with Wolf (either vertically or horizontally) all the time but you haven't realized it! Even sorry 'ol Denby is a full brother to Wolf. [oh, uh, Penney, sorry about Denby's "equipment failure"...Wolf can't quite figure that one out!] Wolf looks around at all the exuberant fun this evening, and thinks how like a playful pack we all are: playing tag and other games, dancing and singing, making love when the urge hits.....and he's Very Honored to have been Your Inspiration. Oh, He's not vain about it...wait, I don't know why I said that: of course he's vain about it...look at him Huff! and Puff! up with pride in his accomplishment! But I think he well deserves to be proud...look what a Great Group he brought together!
Well, Wolf is done "philosophisizing" now, we're gonna sneak down and hope there's something edible left down there! At least some Bacon! Maybe a gallon or two of Mmmmmmiiilllk?
It was so quiet when Wolf and I got up Monday morning! Not a sound could be heard except Satisfied Snoring! So we went through our mutual ablutions, and dressed in our riding habits again (and so nice and clean! thanks to the prompt and efficient laundry service provided.). Although we'd had a marvelous time, we were missing our New Mexico Mountain Habitat and so we knew it was time to depart. Wolfies don't do well with good-byes: they make us sniffle and whimper and mourn... so we decided to use our ability to pass unseen to just sneak away and leave you all wondering - so like the mysterious creatures we are!
Wolf sent a message home by the Blue Jays, special friends of his; for two more horses to come help us with our things. So Sonora's daughter Philedora (a chocolate chestnut, half-quarter horse), and her father, Montoya (dappled grey Polish Arabian) came down and met us at the back entrance to carry just our luggage back. (They can't be ridden because Montoya is too old and Dora is too young). Then we went down to the stables and collected Surprise and Sonora, whom we would ride back, using our australian stock saddles (they have low cantles, to accomodate our tails). Sonora was glad to see her father and daughter. Surprise was glad we were going home, having found the stable atmosphere stuffy and not quite up to her excruciatingly high standards! (Nothing ever is, believe me!) The Master of Horse was glad to see the last of us! He complained that Surprise was really the most demandingly difficult guest he'd ever had!
As we were leaving we spied Drake and Draco up on the hill: we waved a farewell and they puffed an adieu in return. And then we rode quietly away, slipping unseen back into the Land of Enchantment...