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Samuel
Christmas and New Year’s comes and goes with very quiet homebodies tucked inside the house. We exchange small gifts, but we bought things needed for the house and replaced things outdated, and old. Jamison mated me Christmas Eve and I passed out right after, not waking until morning with him sucking on my cock.
What a way to wake up to on Christmas morning.
At the moment, Jamison and I are in our animal forms, and enjoying a little heat in the day. It’s still cold as hell, and the snow has piled up around the house. But with having Jamison’s big assed truck, we can get out if needed. Jim, his dog is also out walking with us. He’s been a very good protector to me. He chased away a squirrel the other day, then came bounding back and licked my hand telling me he’s a good boy.
It’s the first week into January, and life here in Oregon with Jamison at my side has been pure heaven. Even my macaw has begun to enjoy the winter cold and snow. Currently, I’m perched on a high branch, overlooking Jamison’s beast pick at the branches for anything edible. He eats some of the snow, but nothing much to pick through.
He seems to enjoy trudging through the deep snow and seemed happy in his solitude life with me keeping him company. I can’t imagine him living here on his own year after year. It’s so lonely and desolate here. But, so quiet and peaceful as well.
As I’m perched on the branch, I’m the back seat of this train ride. My bird is in the driver’s seat, unless I need to come forward. I’m scanning the forest floor and land around me. My bird startles, and a strange scent flows into me. Something I’ve never smelled before. I squawk out so Jamison can hear me, we make eye contact and I nod my head in the direction of the new scent.
Jamison hears me and sets off in the direction I showed him. I fly from branch to branch of other trees, letting him lead the way. He seems to catch the scent a few minutes later, stops in his tracks, and sniffs the air. I can hear him huff and grunt from up on my perch, his vocals limited in his beast.
He pounds the snow reaching the ground underneath it, I can hear the thud, thud, thud when he makes contact. I’m nervous, but don’t want to do anything, unless he gives me the warning. I can see how tense his body is from here. Just watching is causing me to be anxious.
Just a second later, I smell the scent even stronger, something is coming, I hear the feet or paws or whatever is coming, and its fast, running towards us. Jamison howls at me and I startle, jumping from my perch. He wants me to fly home, but I don’t want to leave him here alone. I can’t have anything happen to him and not he here to help him if he gets hurt.
I can hear growling and snapping of jaws in the near distance. And the brush is moving with whatever is coming our way. I squawk and screech at Jamison, flapping my wings furiously, trying to get Jamison’s attention. He’s laser vision focused on what’s in front of him, and I can see and hear him grunt, growl and pound at his chest.
Finally, I can see what’s coming...it’s wolves, about five of them. And they’re targeted on Jamison. One glances up towards the tree branches and sees me. Oh Shit. Quickly, I bounce from the current branch to higher ones. Another ten feet gets me out of reach of snapping jaws just in time as the offending wolves ricochets off the tree truck that I’m perched on.
I hear Jamison growl and a snap his mighty teeth. Seeing one of the wolves go flying as it gets slammed into a nearby spruce tree with a backhand from Jamison. Just as the wolves’ circle Jamison, they all attack him at once. I screech and flap my wings, but I know there is no way I can help him. They would take one snap at me and I’d be their dinner.
I know they are all shifters, but I have no idea who they are or where they’ve come from. All I know is that I don’t know how to help my mate without myself getting killed in the process. And with being mates, if one is killed, the other one feels it in their heart. It’s hard to come back from it.
The snarling, growling and barking coming from the fight is deafening, and the new fluffy fallen snow from last night makes it hard to see what’s happening. It’s swirling around in the air and I can only see bits of wolf and Jamison’s black legs, back and shoulders sometimes when they pop out from the white powder. His silver back is completely invisible with the snow powder.
“Jamison! I can’t see you! Are you okay? What can I do?
“Stay where you are and let me do this. You would be in the way and die if you come down here.” His beast replies.
Grunts, roars, snarls and clouds of flying snow cover what I cannot see.
The fighting continues and I still can’t see anything. Suddenly, I see another red macaw, and I know who’s in charge of this little fiasco. Shawn, and he’s accompanied by my father. They both are perched on a few trees over and higher than me. I’m high enough to stay out of the fight and getting attacked by the wolves, but if my father and Shawn decided to attack me at the same time, or one at a time, I will lose. I’m not a strong fighter.
The noise from the fight below me is extremely loud and in jumps growling that I’ve never heard before. I turn and see a black leopard and a white tiger jump into the mix. Both are also shifters, and very strong and powerful in their forms. The wolves are being thrown off Jamison so fast they become flying fur and one of them actually smacked into a tree. The whole thing shook with the force of the impact and the snow laden branches dropped their snow.
The snow settles on the ground, bodies lay silent on the snow, some blood on fur, and my Jamison, still in his beast form, lies still, but breathing. The two cats pad over to his still form, and I’m freaking out. They seemed to help him in the fight, but what are they going to do now?
“JAMISON??!!” My bird and I are freaking out just seeing him lie still in the snow. I can see blood on him, but it doesn’t look too bad from up here in the branches.
The leopard looks up to my father and Shawn, growls and hisses at them. The white tiger licks Jamison’s cheek then looks up to the birds still perched up higher. She growls loudly at them, a long soul shattering growl even I can feel. And it’s not even directed at me. I cower down, hiding my face under my wing, scared of the pure power emanating from this tiger.
“Jamison? I need you to answer me, babe. I’m so worried.” My macaw is pacing and I’m stuck up in this tree in fear for my own life.
I feel that she’s female and has royalty power in her. A lot of royalty power. I bow to her not even thinking about it as does my father and Shawn. When I stand straight up, I shiver and fluff out my feathers. I can see an internal conversation between the tiger and the macaws but wonder what’s happening there. Does she have telepathic mental abilities? Is she royal?
I’ve never seen a white tiger before, but I’ve heard rumors about them when I was a kid. Our nanny said they were royal and to obey. What was said from them was law. They are of the highest royalty of all shifter animals.
“Jamison, can you hear what’s going on? I need you to say something to me.”
The mental conversation seems to end, and the macaws bow their heads to her. My father looks over to me, bows slightly, and they both take off into the sky. No noise. The wolves who are able to get up and walk off, do so. The one shifter who was thrown against the tree, his fellow wolves help him up and he staggers away at a slow walk.
Before long, all evidence of the fight is gone, the wolves, the macaws are gone. Jamison slowly sits up on his rump and looks over to the cats staring at him. I jump down to the lowest branch, curious on what’s happening. It seems like there is another mental conversation going on that I’m not privy too. I wait patiently for this to be over but can feel the tugs of anxiety creep in.
“Jamison, I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you okay? Please just give me something.”
A moment later, the cats stand and trot away into the forest. Jamison grunts to me and throws his head towards home. “I’ll be fine my little bird. Let’s go home so I can heal properly.” He whispers harshly.
“Oh. thank heavens. You’ve scared the crap out of me. I’m so thankful that you’re okay.”
I can see him limp, so I fly from branch to branch, waiting on him. I eventually swoop down and land on his mighty strong shoulder. I’m sure it would look comical to an outsider to see me perched on a silver backed guerilla’s shoulder, a pirate and his bird, perhaps. But sitting here, my bird and I both calm just touching Jamison.
Jamison agrees with a low grunt at my mental image of us as a pirate Silverback and his sidekick parrot. “I just have to make it home and rest. Just let me rest for an hour, and I should be okay from there.” I hear Jamison in my mind.
We make it home and he lumbers up the steps, and I jump off shifting into my human form before hitting the porch. Jamison shifts and I can see he’s injured on the ribs, fists and his face. Scratches, bites and bruises. With him in his beast form, he will heal faster.
Once were in the house, He starts a roaring fire, and I went to grab him clothes. I force him to the couch with sweatpants, and a tee shirt that I help him into. I make him shift into his gorilla form and he takes up most of the couch.
I kneel on the floor next to his head and stroke the fur and hair there. Waiting for him to heal, I touch him all over, not sexually, obviously, but in comfort and send him healing thoughts. I jump up and make food, remembering fights in the past in Florida, and how food and reclaiming sex helped. Knowing he will be ravenous for both when he’s fully healed and awake in an hour or so.
After making comfort food of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, I bring in two plates, two bowls and two glasses of milk on a serving tray and set it down on the coffee table. Jamison’s eyes open and he says, “Thank you hun. I really need food right now.” He sits up slowly and seems to feel out his body for aches and pains. I also notice the marks on his face are gone. The bruising, scratches are all healed. Only the dried blood remains so he’ll have to shower off soon.
I can feel the stirring of the claiming already as we both eat our food next to each other on the couch. My body hums in lust filled images of him taking me on the floor in front of the fire. I hear him growl low in his chest and I know I’ve projected them to him.
We quickly finish our food; I grab the tray of dishes and bring them to the kitchen and deposit them in the dishwasher. All the while I can hear Jamison shuffling around in the living room. When I walk back out there, I can see him lying on the floor, in front of the fireplace...naked. Just like the images I was portraying to him in my mind.
Oh...my...
His body is built for love making. Fucking. And I’m the luckiest man to be on the receiving end of all of this man.
