Sunday, January 25, 2015
Oh Alaska, how bewitching you are, I never tire of visiting you. Earlier this evening I visited a tavern/hotel made completely of ice. And I'm not talking about just the building itself but all the decor inside was also made of ice. The bar, the chairs, tables, even the glasses were all made of ice. The artistry that went into each and every item was exquisite. I could spend hours inside that place with my paints trying to capture the colors and beauty, to no avail. Mostly because my paints or brushes would wind up freezing. Just kidding. It's cold inside but not nearly as bad as outdoors where the wind was howling.
But as much as I was enjoying myself, I began to hear the call. It wasn't one you could hear with your ears. No this was the call of the siren of the woods, beckoning for me to come and dance with her beneath the stars. Her song was so alluring I didn't hesitate to answer.
Soon I found myself out in the wild once more. Above my old friends the stars smiled down upon me as I gazed up through frozen waterfalls. It's nights like these where I truly believe that magic does exist in the world. For all the technology and logic we're taught, the beauty nature can create on her own is beyond compare.
I almost felt like intruder in some ways. The loud crunch of my feet in the snow made my self-conscious. I began to feel like I was defacing the peace and beauty of the land.around me. Then I thought back to one of my favorite movies, "The Fellowship Of The Ring" and remembered how Legolas actually walked and ran on top of the snow without disturbing it. After a few tries I managed to lighten my step so as not to disturb the surface of the snow as I moved across it in silence.
Soon I raced across the snow laughing and jumping, leaving no trace of my passing behind. It felt exhilarating. The feel of the breeze against my cheeks was invigorating. I soon found myself wanting to ride the gentle wind and came to a halt underneath some trees. Unlike the vampires of legend when I shift my shape, my clothing does not change with me. Instead it remains behind while the rest of me takes whatever from I choose.
Tonight, I chose bats.
My hands and arms were the first to shift and break apart and free themselves of my garments. Soon my shoulders and chest followed, along with my neck and head. It's a strange experience, one that is not easy to put into words. My senses change in ways one cannot imagine. I don't mean merely the fact that I take on the keen hearing and senses of the animal form I take, especially when I become not one but many. I am keenly aware of what's going on with every single one of me that separates. I see and hear through its eyes and ears. I feel the sensation of the breeze and smell of the air as my forms spread out across the night sky. Its the same when I become a horde of rats or mice. I'm aware of each tiny foot hitting the ground, every whisker that is tickled by a piece of grass or other object. Yet I'm not overwhelmed by all the information. Instead I can take it all in and analyze it without pause or hesitation. And I can enjoy and revel in all of it. It's wondrous.
Much like the aurora that finally begins to pain the night sky above. But this time I'm seeing it from multiple angles. But even more importantly, I'm in the air and get closer than ever before. There is a magic here and tonight I got to be a part of it. As strange as my existence is, it can be a wonderful life.
Friday, January 16, 2015
I'm back in Alaska for the first time in over a decade and it feels great. Unlike a lot of people, I like the cold and snow. But even more importantly I like to be someplace where I can really unleash my powers and experience them to the fullest.
I'm not talking about attacking creatures and sucking blood mind you. I stick to my blood bags and I've got plenty of them on hand. But up here I can be up and about more often, at least for a few months of the year. The daylight hours are shorter up here, so I get to move around more and meet people. I can go places and not have to load up so much on the red stuff.
The stores are still open, people are out and about doing things like ice fishing, sledding, shopping, there's so much activity it allows me to feel like I'm not so cut off from daily life. But what I really love is the wide open spaces, especially at night.
When I first became what I am, I felt so lost at first. But it didn't last because I soon discovered the wonders of the night. Back then there weren't so many towns and cities so the night sky was more clear. There was less smoke and light pollution back then and a whole other reality was opened to me.
I can still remember the first time I emerged from the ground, having slept the daylight hours away in safety. As my face surfaced the sight that greeted me was beyond words...
I had never seen so many stars before. Then again I hadn't really had the opportunity to look up. As a child I was usually in bed long before the night sky fully took hold. And when I was a soldier, I'd been trained to keep my eyes on the ground for traps, or to watch my surroundings because you never knew where Johnny-Rebel might be lurking.
But I'm not a soldier these days. I can stare up into the night as much as I like. But unfortunately, sometimes the sky isn't as clear as back then. Which is why I come to Alaska.
You may wonder what exactly is the connection between the night sky and unleashing my powers. Well, when I say I 'unleash' my abilities, it's more a case of taking advantage of them. Oh, I've had my fun with them in other places, but here it's different. I have a different stage to work on with one of the most magical backdrops ever, the Aurora Borealis.
Imagine if you can having the ability to wander for hours on end, beneath such a wondrous sky. From dusk to dawn I can watch the most spectacular show and not have to worry about how I do it.
Some nights I'll shift my form to that of a black wolf and race across the tundra, sometimes alone other times not. On occasion I've met up with wolf packs who smelled I was more than a little different. But a gentle release of spores soon pacified their misgivings and then we're off together running and hunting as one.
It was on occasions like these where I'd allow my own hunting skills to come into play. If I saw the pack was going to lose a kill I'd unleash my own unnatural speed and bring our target to a halt so the others could join in. However it depended on what we were hunting. Females and offspring were a no-no. I'd even use my powers to lead the pack off to find food elsewhere.
But if we were up against a huge bull moose or a bison all bets were off. This may sound callous to some but one thing I've learned is nature has its cruel side. Feast or famine. Survive or die. Those packs needed food just like any other animals, and because they'd accepted me as one of their own I felt obligated to help them. Basically it was my way of saying 'Thank you for letting me be part of your, even if it was just one night.'
How many people ever got to say that?
I have many more stories and experiences to share about Alaska, but for now I'm ending this entry here. The Northern Lights are slowly appearing and I long for the wind on my face...