Sharing a breath

When their eyes met in that moment it was hard to maintain her calmness… Their reunification slowly materialised after years apart. She had traveled an unfathomable journey through vast landscapes hoof upon the ground one day to the next and along the paths made from the scars on her heart.

She had not imagined that this would be her initial response, an apprehension, but so much had happened along her travels in life to bring her to this point. It was like she was still within the dream that had kept her alive along the journey that brought her to this final moment. Now side by side, Amore was at peace, and every painful wound of her past fell away with that first moment when they shared a breath. The slow nickering of her excitement of the being reunited with Amado was hard to contain but the flood of her emotions overtook her that first moment that she realised she was home… 

That memory would now be one that would forever haunt her.

This is no Dragon!

Here is just a little blurb from one of the new Beautiful Creatures characters…

It seemed only fitting to share him on Father’s Day!

He was an unusual fellow. His upper body like that of a stone statue kept him cloaked within his ocean habitat as he watched carefully with his eyes that independently investigated his surroundings. The static curvature of his head and body were divergent to the graceful mouvement of his tail as he gently wrapped it around the swaying sea grass.

There were three different herds of his particular kind the Knysna, Swartvlei and Keurbooms. Knysna was the native home of all these herds whereas the Swartvlei and Keurbooms herds were newer settlements. It was the beginning of the summer breeding season and his partner had just transferred her eggs to his pouch. He would carry them for the next three weeks before giving birth to several young. During his pregnancy he would become quite sedentary for weeks at a time. However, his mate would make daily visits to be with him. He loved and looked forward to these circadian encounters which helped to reinforce their bond. Her visits would also ensure that they were reproductively in harmony during the summer months. The diurnal sacred dance with his lifelong mate was his favourite part of the day. They would come together entwining their tails in a gentle union as she would tell him of her happenings since last they had danced together…

Turtle or Tortoise?

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The Talented Miss Mariska

Her freedom was thanks to her stable mate Mariska. Amore’s spirit was broken when she had been placed in the confines of her stall. Her spirit had been battered to the point that she accepted her imprisoned fate without a struggle. A few years had passed devoid of the companionship of another and she grew accustomed to the routine of the day in the barn. The door would open with the rising sun. A sudden flash of light would blind her as she slowly felt the warm air spill in with the sun’s rays. The clank of the gate was a signal that she would soon have the weight of the saddle upon her and the tightening of the straps before the stirrups felt to her sides. She enjoyed the preparation that happened prior to the discomfort of the gear that made her feel even more trapped, like the hard cold bit that pulled unpleasantly at her jaw.

Today was different… With the clank of the gate she edged forward in anticipation for the grooming that always came before the placement of the riding gear only to be greeted by another horse being escorted into her stall. This new horse was smaller in stature than Amore but far livelier. It was not long before Mariska’s mischievous behaviour had Amore intrigued and reignited her passion for adventure!  

Polar Bear

It happened at the end of March

And finished with a mighty crunch

The drowning of many thousand bears

Their melted homes vanished into air

And if you stood within a hundred miles

You might hear something from the wild

A wind would carry the mournful growl

And prick your ears like something foul

It took days and days and days and days

Until they started washing up on the edge of bays

Their heavy coats and tasseled fur

Bobbed in water like little bergs

And when time had passed in slow repose

Their carcasses indefinable and decomposed

They fed the earth with surreptitious zeal

Their collective wrath would be revealed

It wasn’t until three years had passed

Where bears were but a ghost behind glass

Their image iconic and a reminder of

The ignorance that hadn’t budged

The Arctic White and Ursine Sprite

Worked on potions throughout the night

With tooth of wolf and tail of seal

He crushed and mixed the pasty meal

At last the magical dough rose higher

And he placed it over the open fire

It bubbled and hissed and sighed and wheezed

Until all animation seized

The Sprite cradled the cake in his wiry arms

You could hear him whisper something warm

An eerie melody mixed with a lamenting cry

Some ancient enchanting lullaby

He off-ed his rugged moccasins

Revealing corkscrewed toe-like limbs

And bore them through the icy ground

Offering the cake to the depths beyond

The next morning came like a slap in the face

The day would be filled with our disgrace

As it would every three years

And eventually be penned the ‘Ursine Fear’

The spell that had been cast succeeded

And into water the souls retreated 

The vengeance came without a notice

And water was the bear’s new hostess

And what will follow may seem implausible

But we all know that nothing’s impossible

Where water lived and flowed and dripped

A darkness lurked and skulked and sipped

The events that unfold in no particular succession

Are true accounts or near impressions

Of what some people may have witnessed

They may appear grisly, startling and twisted

A rainy day, buckets to say the least

And puddles appeared as large as the beasts

That resided in the mirrored fluid

Who could have guessed what had ensued

Claws came crashing through the miniature tarns

The hirsute trunks and stiffened arms

Grabbing people nationwide

Transporting them to the ‘other side’

In baths and sinks and old skating rinks

Where water ruled and things could sink

From seas and lochs and ponds and streams

One could hear the shrieks and screams

The bears return was no good tiding

In every droplet they were hiding

And if you looked in the waters’ eye

You would see the bear alive with ire

You would not have a second chance

Even if you looked askance

They’d take you in a giant hug

And flatten you into a rug

No remorse was ever given

To the elderly, the sick, the children

In droves the bears would seek revenge

And as quickly as it began it ended

Thousands of bodies taken by force

An antithesis of Nature’s course

And every three years forever more

The Bear would return to settle the score

By: Antoine Boissonneault

As we near World Environmental Day I wanted to share a poem written by my wildly talented brother Antoine which highlights the polar bear, a Beautiful Creature that most of us will never see in their natural habitat. 

All about bunnies...

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Her curiousity was both a gift and in the end a curse…

“Your mother was a daredevil” was how Seymour introduced William to the story of his parents.

When Neo and Mandisa first arrived at Bluegate they were completely out of their element. Neo quickly connected with some of the local dragonflies but the wild stories of adventurous migrations segregated them both from the others. Neo was a great storyteller, much like Tom, but it was hard to believe that a mere dragonfly could make of such fantastic journey. Just their own adventure to the pond stirred disbelief among the Bluegate community…

Neo and Mandisa both remained motionless among the shipment of bananas when the blast of light cut through the darkness of the crate. They had been imprisoned for two days. The air was different in this new environment. Neo flicked his wings and was the first to emerge. There was a lot of hustle and bustle in this shiny metallic milieu where a whole new breed of slow-movers populated the space. Cautiously, Mandisa followed Neo’s lead. Flashes of light gleaned off the shiny triangles wielded by the slow-movers as large vividly colourful shapes were transformed into little multi-coloured squares. The broader surroundings of the room were similar to the packing shed where Mandisa and Neo had raced a few days back. But the atmosphere was thick. Neo noticed the light at the one side of the room and the current of air that flowed in from that direction aerating the room ever so slightly.

“Follow me” he said.

Neo and Mandisa darted through the reflective room until they breached the threshold into the sunlight. They were face to face with a brick wall that dripped with foliage. 

Neo darted toward the sky and hovered above Mandisa. Nothing but greenery and what seemed like multiple packing sheds. Where had they ended up?  

Tail Feathers

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Results from the Polling Station...

On April 6, 2013, I sent out a link to a poll to find out what types of animals the public would like to read about in the novel. This week I have decided to share some of the results. The poll will remain open for those that may still like to participate. I always love hearing your feedback!

So far, the majority falls into land-based animals (58.49%) with an even split (20.75%) between aquatic and species in the air...  

There have been some interesting suggestions for species to include in the stories. Equines were the most popular choice for land-based animals. Cetaceans for any aquatic species, and corvids for species in the air… There have also been some great suggestions for topics to address in the series which equally fall into my own vision for Beautiful Creatures.

Here are a few samples of the comments. 

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013

“I've just returned from a camping trip … and watched a talk on raptors. As evil and dangerous as they are to rabbits, mice, cats, and small dogs, they are also victims of their own environment: desert = struggle for survival. I think a tale featuring different perspectives of what it takes to survive in the world would be interesting. What is a danger and villain to one is doing all it can stay in the game...”

Thursday, April 18th, 2013

“Reptiles - snakes specifically. No hands/arms (try eating without such aids) - try relying on your ribcage for traction/mobility. So vulnerable to damage by larger species. Yet they survive and thrive. Beautiful.”

Wednesday, April 17th, 2013

“A land animal is more likely to have a human-animal bond, but this is a very difficult question, and hard to restrict because all creatures have great purpose on earth to balance it that are not directly involved with mankind specifically. So hard question, but if it is for kids, they like to hold things that are huggable, and in my opinion, this would be the best place to start, with something they can really hug!”

Wednesday, April 17th, 2013

“No species in particular but the idea of existing in a place that I cannot is exciting. I love the idea of soaring, of seeing the world from a bird's eye view and relishing in those descriptions. Therefore Aquatic would be my second choice!”

Tuesday, April 16th, 2013

“Barracuda and or Whale specifically, while the Whale would be the nicer of the two. Like what you've done thus far.”

Monday, April 15th, 2013

“something with mythological connections perhaps”

I want to thank all the people that have participated in the poll so far. It's wonderful to read your ideas and to be able to incorporate them into the series. I have only included a handful of all the brilliant ideas and comments that you have shared with me. I look forward to reading more along the way… Together we can make Beautiful Creatures a series that will speak to all.

If you have not had a chance to cast your own vote, click the link below to voice your opinion!