Old Pictures from November 2013: Firewolf Rises

It's amazing what pops up when I'm cleaning out hard disks... These were from right before pneumonia laid me low in November and I was starting to form my Firewolf persona in response to changes in my shooting style, events in the novel, and one of the real-life models for one of my characters was starting to get sick. The Firewolf persona stands apart because she channels her emotions into powering her shots and strengthening her focus, as opposed to the more frosty way Cylithera focuses on emptying herself of everything but pure focus or Guenhwyvar's exuberant quick and not particularly focused shooting based on instincts.

There was also a little tidbit I was working on sporadically courtesy of the Firewolf persona developing inside of me. Suffice to say I've been playing quite a bit with the image of the red rose and the Firewolf being closely linked to each other.

I venture from the lonely cage,
An omega grey wolf cast aside,
Escaping from berserker's stormy rage
With only buzzing mosquitoes at my side.

Crystal tears stain sugar-sand soil,
Mask of human deception melts away;
Salty sea winds etch fragile coil,
Last shreds of human life decay.

Why did I nurture that red rose?
"Conceal it, make it fade," Old Bear said;
One last chapter that failed to close,
And so I left, heart filled with lead.

I throw my head back and howl,
Exiled and without a pack but free.
Greeted only by mournful barn owl
Awaiting death in rotten skeleton tree.

Westward sun beckons ever on,
Bidding owl and mosquitoes farewell.
What will become of the grey pawn
As I heed the glowing rosy light-bell?

Sapphire seas blessed by golden sun await,
Red rose's warmth caresses the weary grey.
Its blessed fire immolates me, seals my fate,
Beacon of light and hope for forever and a day.