And the bean-sidhe wailed  

DustyWidget 61M
4382 posts
6/10/2006 9:04 am

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6/16/2006 11:48 am

And the bean-sidhe wailed

Thomàs Kavanagh sat in the halls of his ancestral demesne lost in thought as all around stared at him in fear. He was their hope, their Lord and Master, he who kept the wolf from the door and they were worried; desperately worried about him.

Over the long ages she had stalked the five great families; the O'Neills, the O'Briens, the O'Connors, the O'Gradys and the Kavanaghs and had stripped them of their fine men until the last of a once great family was sitting expectantly awaiting her call.

But the last of his line was not sitting there meekly. Oh no he was relishing it. He was not fearful. He was to do what no other had done before him. He was to go willingly.

Over the long years he had been studying the nature of the bean-sidhe. What drove her to entice the young men from their loved ones. Where was the hurt? And from that question it was but a short leap to how could he repair, assuage … heal that hurt.

So as he sat in the halls of his ancestors he felt no fear ‒ only resolve. And then all went quiet. And as his kinfolk moaned in horror they heard the bean-sidhe wail!

Thomàs stood and began to slowly walk out of the hall and up the Tor where his nemesis awaited in all her despite expecting a pitiful coward like all the others but the man who came up the hill was not like all the others as he stood looking through the layers she had spun to protect herself. He saw deep into the core of her and as she looked at him a seed of hope began to grow in her breast.

Could it be that he? The one who was willing, was able to ignore the woman she had become and see the woman she had been before … that night.

Since that time she had wreaked havoc on the families relishing their grief as another was stolen from their midst.

But now she was not so sure. He was a handsome lad that was to be sure and as she looked at him she felt her body begin to respond. All he did was look into her eyes and opening his arms wide welcomed her into his embrace.

And there on the Tor Thomàs Kavanagh took the bean-sidhe into his arms and ignoring the hideous appearance she had adopted over the years slowly removed her tattered raiment ‒ the reminder of her shame and their crime - and visited upon her naked body such delights that at long last the bean-sidhe remembered joy and suddenly moving beneath his body was a beautiful red-haired beauty her eyes shining in her passion and then she opened her mouth and …

Down below the villagers looked at each other in amazement as from the Tor came not a wail but the most beautiful contralto voice singing in the old tongue and then down from the Tor came Kavanagh and by his side strode the most beautiful woman anyone had seen. By the tattered clothing she was proudly displaying she had been ill-used and that had been true until one had dared … enough … to love unconditionally.

The bean-sidhe had claimed her prize but her prize had claimed bean-sidhe.


TheCliticals 36F/F

6/10/2006 1:33 pm

A writer without peer .... "Give him a Peerage", we say.


Barton_leClay 44M
4 posts
6/10/2006 1:37 pm

That was good. Ten out of ten Dusty.


MOfunNOWWOW 56F

6/11/2006 12:35 am

Well Done {=}


MOMO
just a squirrel trying to get a nut


HBowt2 60F

6/11/2006 4:36 am

~I really liked it dusty....for me it spoke about seeing the beauty beyond what is on the surface.....seeing past peoples pain....and that bravery has it's own rewards....


rm_shar1 57F
606 posts
6/11/2006 8:03 am

Dusty... wonderful.

the Sibhe will love this...

To know, To will, To Dare, To Remain Silent. xx


fortunaswm 63M/53F

6/11/2006 10:45 am

another feather dusty - most excellant. One can wipe the ugliness from the life of another - but it takes sacrifice - a bold and honorable trait


rm_Kissmystuff 62F
1435 posts
6/11/2006 12:43 pm

That's beautiful Dusty. See beyond the ugliness and the fear..to the core of truth..and give your love freely. What a wonderful reward.

Kiss

Kiss


TripleHARD3 58M

6/11/2006 10:07 pm

i am truly humbled by your woRds
in retrollspect
a wildly wicked sense of humour

good on you


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