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Familiars 4
With lustful eyes and corrupt intentions,
He tried to take her away from me,
Away from her family, away from her life, away from everything.
I bristled at the sight of him, tried to warn her, jumped to her defense.
But he was much stronger than the daemons,
Much crueler than the ghosts,
And his strength and cruelty showed when he fought me,
Defeated me.
I couldn’t protect her.
But in that moment, my human protected herself.
The darkness laced in her fingers danced across to his callous, sinful hand. The predator’s body lay in the sweet, soft grass,
Struck down by the touch of death.
She was her own protector.
Day 20 - Familiars 5 & 6
Familiars 5
She was safe.
Scooped up in the arms of her closest friends. Asking her if she was okay. And she was, fortunately. I was not.
I loved my human. I would do anything for her.
But as I lay on the ground, I could do nothing.
The aching in my bones was too great.
The wounds that man had inflicted
During my attempt to protect her were too much. But I was happy to fight for her, to die for her. Because I was her protector.
Familiars 6
I wished my human would stop crying those gentle tears on my skin. It would be okay.
She just needed to let me go.
She didn’t need her protector anymore.
Her arms became the cradle to my head,
Her eyes, the blanket to my heart, wrapping me in warmth... So much pain. Please.
I loved her so much.
A tender stroke of her hands closed my eyelids,
And led the darkness from her to me.
Until I was able to rest forever
In the protection of her loving embrace.
Day 21 - Familiars 7 & 8
Familiars 7
Who would have thought that the touch of death, Also brought life.
A life between two worlds.
I wish she could have seen me
Young, vibrant, and whole again.
Pouncing through the halls at the wispy mice from another age. Without seeing my shadow lacing through the house,
My human grew stronger without me.
Sometimes we would still exchange gazes in the depths of the night, When the daemons and ghosts came to haunt her.
Despite the fact that I was now one of them.
She still recognized me as her protector.
Familiars 8
My human is no babbling baby, no mewling kitten, no helpless child, Not anymore.
She is strong, resonating with power.
It is her power now, not belonging to the darkness.
She can control it without fear.
This power does not make her evil.
Rather it makes her more capable of love.
And since she is now capable of protecting herself and countless others. I suppose that just makes me her familiar.
Day 22 - Masterpiece
Although human, I was not born,
I am a result of the dawn.
Painted with ink, black hair adorned, And delicate lips, hand-drawn.
A pen traced the curve of my face
A pencil gave life to my eyes:
Blue and green beauties set in place. With vibrancy found in the skies. Despite my gentle eyes and hair,
I could never be farther from
A delicate soul. So beware,
Of the woman I have become. Fear my power and fear my might, I was not drawn for your delight.
Day 23 - Sophie
Silky black fur.
Obedient... Most of the time.
Plays in the dirt too much.
Has a thing for the word college?
Indulges in naps, a lot.
Everything I could have asked for.
Day 24 - Reporting for Justice
Bright eyed youth reporting for duty! Her first day on the job.
Hoisting her weapon, oh what a beauty, And punishing those who dare rob.
Light eyed adult reporting for work!
Her first week trying hard.
Dealing with lowlifes who saunter and smirk, And keeping up vigilant guard.
Keen eyed soldier reporting for service! Her first month dealing with crime.
No longer scared, no longer nervous, Her performance is sublime.
Hard eyed warrior reporting for service. Her first year going by well.
Arresting killers with purpose,
And sending wrong-doers to hell.