The Wolf and the Dryad

There once was an old wolf who stalked his lands alone. From all his pains and tribulations he had grown very hard, so hard so that his fur and skin had become stone. One day he came across a Dryad in the forest, her lithe form stole the wolf's eye and slowly he crept closer. She noticed the stone wolf, but she didn't see his course stone exterior no, she just stared into his eyes and saw him for the glorious beast he truly was.

They sat by a fire in the warm summer's night listening to the calls of the wilderness, and when the wolf added his mournful howl she drank in every note. Later in the evening the Dryad drew closer to the wolf, she reached out her hand and the wolf wanted to pull away but her enchanting eyes held him fast to where he lay. Ever so gently, the woodland beauty ran her hand down the wolf's back and as it past chunks of stone fell to the earth leaving behind thick soft fur and skin. The wolf was in awe, for it had seemed impossible to him that he would ever be his true self again and at once he knew there could be no other for him to cherish and love.

Now the Dryad was not without her own demons, but the wolf wouldn't be shaken by such anomalies. So to this day they lay side by side each night and devour each other in a lustful dance, and every morning the wolf battles her demons with tooth and claw or with a loving ear and embrace til they both take their final rest in Mother Earth.

Decicated to the Shade of my Heart

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