Patsy Deppe's Blog
November 23, 2014
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such as how to get what I wanted, when I wanted it, and
how to get off scot-free. Through the winter months, my untamed
friend had ideas that clearly led me to stalking animals. What I
had not yet learned then was how to take their life. What I was
learning was inappropriate, but it felt great. I could feel the taste
of the kill each time, watering the back of my throat. It happened
one night, but I didn’t know if it was real or a mere dream.
It was late May and I was soaring through the forest, leaping
over vast brush and dead trees while my welcomed friend taunted
me until we came upon a young buck feeding itself. Stopping
behind a tree limb heavy with moss, I glared at the deer, feeling
my mouth water.
“Take it. You know you want to like I do,” my head suggested.
“I have taught you well, my friend.” While I was hesitating,
the buck noticed my presence and bolted. I, being the arrogant
hothead I had become, took off after him without thinking,
hurling over stumps and downed trees like they were nothing.
But the buck was faster.
“He hasn’t gotten off that easy,” my friend whispered.
Anxious to learn how, I whined, “Show me.” Without a wasted
moment, my friend took the lead, and we took off after that deer
like a bullet from a gun. I had never run so fast in my life.
The strength in my legs made the trees almost nonexistent,
like a painted background sans the full moon. It wasn’t longbefore I was on that deer again when he came around the tree
into my sight. Leaping over the brush in the way, I bared my
teeth and came down on the back of that deer, just missing the
horns, sinking them into the soft flesh of its neck. Struggling, we
both went down, but I held tight, draining his life while my fangs
sunk in deeper.
“That’s right, boy. Just little longer, and he’ll be finished,” my
head snickered. When the deer stopped panting, I also heard its
heartbeat stop. Getting to my feet, I paced around the thing just
to make sure it was indeed dead before I sliced its neck open with
my sharp fangs.
With the flesh exposed and the warm life running out onto
the ground, the aroma of the sweet smell was calling me like a
soft wind. Hunger-driven for the taste, I stuck my nose into the
wound, biting down on the flesh and tearing it away. My head
had been right so far when it told me we could do things out of
the ordinary and not get caught. But the feel of the chase and the
kill and the taste of the warm life-giving blood were incredible.
Then I came to believe what my friend said about the others
keeping such things for themselves. Swallowing a tender piece
of meat, I licked the warm blood with the tip of my tongue from
my jaws as I caught a faint smell of what I thought was smoke.
“Finish what you have first,” my head woofed. Without further
ado, I fed on the deer until I was satisfied.
Feeling proud of what I had done, I cleaned myself of the
remains and was ready for home when I heard a voice calling to
me—not my head though. It was coming from within the woods.
It grew closer as my fear grew stronger, but my curiosity bound
my feet from running as my tail hid between my legs. Staring
though the darkness at the trees, I thought I saw movement with
shiny eyes glaring at me. What stepped out from behind those
trees into the moonlight was gargantuan.
Standing not more than five feet from me was an enormous
wolf with a coat so grey it appeared blue or maybe it was due to
the moonlight. The eyes were so black they reflected the light at
me and the nose so shiny it glistened with moisture.
“He has come for your kill,” my head rasped in my ears.
“Shut up!” I snarled, looking at the creature in front of me.
“What do you want here?”
Sitting down on his rump, he sighed, “Do not fear me. I am
Waya. I have been watching you for some time.” Those large
bubble eyes could have cut me like a knife.
“I have heard of you,” I snarled.
“I have paid a visit in your dreams.”
“So who is Sandseff?”
“He and his two sons are my friends. The legends told today
say they are the forefathers. I have let that rumor ride for centuries
since no one really knows but those who have the true books
written in blood.”
I was about to ask how he knew me when my head growled,
“Do not whimper one word.” Knowing it meant my new friend
was lingering in me, I kept silent.
He caught my hesitation. “I know about your dark side. Come
with me. I have something I would like to show you that I think
you will be interested in.” He rose to his feet, and my eyes traveled
up with him until the moon hung between his ears.
“Where are we going?” I barked, feeling my nose wrinkle.
“See what the fool has to offer,” my head beckoned.
Agreeing, I growled, “Lead the way.” The animal raised his snout
into the air and inhaled. When he turned to leave, I followed at a distance.
Through the silent night, like a mated pair, I kept up with him,
leaping over fallen trees and creeks until we came upon the smell
of smoke, before I heard the voice. I dared not ask where we were
going in fear the creature might snatch me up by my nape. Not
long, I saw the light of the fire through the trees. Waya stopped
behind a large red oak tree covered in moss and sat down. I took
the liberty of easing over closer to peer around the tree at anold man with long grey braids on his shoulders and a young boy
with black hair and eyes, I assumed to be his grandson, sitting
cross-legged on the ground in front of the fire. It reminded
me of my father and Chief on those nights around a warm fire
telling stories.
Tuning my hearing, I listened to the old Cherokee teaching
his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said
to the boy. “It is a terrible fight, and it is between good and evil.
The evil is a creature that has anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride,
superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The good is joy, peace,
love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy,
generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight could be
going on inside you.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked
his grandfather, “Which will win?”
The old Cherokee replied, “The one you feed.”
Realizing the story was in reference to me, I stepped back and
faced the large wolf. “It’s me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he replied. “If you look closer, you will see they are
Jeremiah and you back when you were just a boy. You will need
to embrace the darkness within to find the strength to combine
both. Otherwise, that creature will take you to your death.”
Staring at the old man, I whined, “How is that possible?”
“Like the old man said, ‘It’s a rage inside.’” I watched the fire
flicker in his eyes when he continued. “You wolf ’s nature is kind
and loving, but the companion in you will make you become the
most powerful and ruthless creature you will want to know.” He
glared at me. “I chose you for a reason, Luther.” No sooner did he
say that than he, the old man, and the child faded as if they were
never there, leaving me to wake up alone.Patsy Deppe
November 8, 2014
Returned
as you all know I gave away ten copies of Waya's Chosen last month. But somehow, Tien of Westminster, CA decided to return his/hers. On the envelope was a sticker that read, no such person at this address.
Tien, if indeed you do want the novel, please get with Goodreads and have them get with me. If not, that's your choice.
Thanks everybody, and keep an eye out for book 2, The Companion.
August 24, 2014
Coming Soon
Hello everyone.
I would like to invite all of you to check out my giveaway on Goodreads. Yes, I’, giving away another ten books of Way’s Chosen. I hope you have yours when the second edition is released. Not to mention book 2, The Companion. Below is a sample of Waya’s Chosen. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
When mom died in birth and an accident left me with memory
loss, I grew up on the reservation of the Abenaki tribe.
In the spring of 2009, Kenna, the Chief ’s eldest, and I
begin having unnatural headaches bringing on dreams so bizarre
that the wolf in them started talking and walking on two legs.
The day before my departure to Black Mountain, Chief Sitting
Wolf held a story telling about some ancient tribe of the wolf
nature with pale skin and black hair.
I arrived in Asheville at the station to be gathered up by my
grandfather, Joe. He took me back to the place it all started, Black
Mountain. I finally got to meet both my grandparents. They were
awesome, Mae especially.
The next day, I met Jason and Daniel again who were once
friends that I couldn’t remember. They were super cool but then
came the old man Sam had talked about—Whitecloud. When
he gave me the key to a new car, I thought he was off his rocker.
It was only a bare few days until Jason told me of the accident when we were children that caused my memory loss. He took me out to the Cherokee reservation on the Qualla Boundary to meet Jessup. After my talk with Jess, I could have killed him where he stood on that porch that day.
I spent the next evening out at the lake in the quietness just
relaxing until the crying started. Leaving the lake and what I
thought saw I actually hit one of them in the road on my way
home. That night, I thought my life had come to an end when the
thing approached me.
On one of my ventures with the boys, they showed me a creek
hidden in the woods. So one day while they were busy, I went to
the creek thinking I would be alone. Only I wasn’t when I met
the palest skinned girl I had ever seen with zest.
Things went from bad to worse with the passing of time and
I found I had a native birthright on that mountain and most of
all, my mother died there, too. I was horrified; I felt alone with
anger and I thought I was going mad and the dreams worsened
with the blackouts.
My headaches soon became my worst nightmare as they
haunted me day or night. I begin to see them as if they were real.
Then the true wolves showed up in the day to the point I was
losing reality.
After everything else going on, I learned why my mother died
and where she was buried, but not why my father kept it from me.
It seemed to all come together one day when everyone had a
confession to make. Even Luther told me he was my great, great grandfather;
I had an uncle somewhere out there trying to kill
me. What a bummer, yeah?
I tried to find it in my very soul that what I had been told,
shown, and so forth that it was only a hoax, a parlor trick by Tom
and the old man. I begin to feel myself change inside. I still called
it a trick. All the time, my dreams came forth telling me not fear
it come walk with it, side by side, to be one with it.
With the days vastly moving, I began to feel differently but
yet the same. The time had arrived to talk about the thing I was
to become.
There was a certain day that I made the mistake of going to
the creek alone. Kimmi found me there and after my painful
endurance knocked me to my knees, I refused to see her again.
More than I cared to speak of after the talks of blackouts and
such, what did I do? I managed to drive a car out to the lake in
my sleep.
With that in mind, I had tried to keep my distance from
my new-found friend. The night at the lake was the end of my
attempts to stay away from her. Once I placed my hands upon her
that was all I could do to keep from doing as she asked.
The aunt and uncle are really cool folks. Chase, on the other
hand, was a bit rude but he’ll come around to me. Casey was just
as cool as Kimmi. But I was left with the impression that she had
been raped by Cole and Jess.
Time spent with Kimmi led to the story of Cole and his
wife. Kimmi saw what happened and Cole made it hard for her
to prove.
With the day I planned to spend alone turned out more than
expected. I got the car washed but I also became a man that night
when Willa showed up at my door.
The next morning after Willa was gone, I felt not ashamed
of what I had done but more alive. With that brought the other
changes in my life that took me to see Luther again.
Everyone should know that you can’t believe everything you
hear and see, right? Well, usually that’s true until it happened
one night at Luther’s home. What I saw bought me to my knees
in tears.
Even though Willa was a good woman, I found my heart
wanted another, leaving me to never tell Kimmi at the time how I
felt since I wasn’t sure. I left her in dismay when I left for the Fort.
The first month was odd when I didn’t change, leaving me
feeling it was a hoax after all, until the night I watched my body
in agonizing pain become what I had feared. In all its glory, there
I was; a wolf. Now if you must know how we keep our clothes
on, well, it comes with the territory when the wolf never loses his
fur, right?
When I returned to that mountain that faithful day, it was
with a secret to find the woman I truly loved and the man I called
a father for so long had died. No one knew I had bought back a
friend in disguise.
July 31, 2014
Book Error
I have recently found out that the description to my book, Waya's Chosen, is wrong. How the publisher or distributor came up with it is anyone's guess. I have notified Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and others about the error.
Thanks for your time,
Patsy D.
July 30, 2014
Sample
Coming to grips that the thing in front of me was no longer my friend Daniel, I watched in slow motion as he leaped high into the air. Challenging him, I came up under his chin, and caught him in the side of his neck, just below the right ear. With a life threatening grip, my fangs sunk in, letting his life flow into my mouth. We went down to the ground in a roll, struggling and growling. The more he struggled to get free, the more I felt the fur give way to his hide, letting my fangs sink deeper into his flesh, allowing his warm blood to flow freer into my awaiting mouth. Holding onto him from the back, I wrapped both my arms and legs around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
In my mind’s eye, I had my companion at my side, and we were running through the peaceful forest. The air was warm, the day was young, and I was happy.
The clearing was coming into view when I heard the companion say, “Let’s go for that jump. What do you say?” I had no recognition of what I was doing when the cliff came into view. I never hesitated when I made the leap into the air. I was careless and loving it as I watched the ravine to the rocky mountain crossing underneath me. When I landed on the opposite side, I stopped, and looked back. I found my companion had never made the jump. He was sitting there staring at me. Dropping his chin, he turned and walked off, leaving me to my fate. It made me snap back to reality. Or was it the companion’s state of mind?
My head called out and said, “We did it kid.” To make matters worse, I really had no knowledge of what I had done to Daniel. All I knew at the time was Daniel’s life was slipping away. His struggling ceased to exist, and I could feel his last heartbeat under the fur of his neck. Sucking on the blood like a vampire, there was no one to stop me. Not even the pain from the wounds Daniel had inflicted bothered me at the moment. In my thoughts, I was not even anywhere near Daniel. I had no clue as to what I had just accomplished. I laid there feeling no remorse or shame when I thought I killed a deer. I would never have realized I had been fighting with Daniel.
I was still sitting on the cliff, facing the opposite side of the cliff when someone came to my side, placed a hand on my neck, and said, “He’s gone. You can get up.” Watching the foggy companion disappear, I snapped back into the human realm, and dropped the grip to whatever I had. Rolling over, I came face to face with Daniel. He was lying motionless as he returned to his human form.
Finding Tom standing there, I asked, “Is he… did I?”
Kneeling down, Tom said, “I know how ya feel. And I’m sorry, but Daniel is dead.”
I rose to a sitting position, changing back to human form myself, and looked around. I was hoping to find the miserable thing that caused me to kill a friend but it was nowhere in sight. Kimmi came to mind when I heard her cry. She was still in the cave, thank god. Turning my attention back to Daniel, I found his neck was torn open. Unable to control myself, my tears flowed like rain once again.
I never thought I could still have tears after everything that I had done to others. But I did. And they hurt like hell’s fire.
July 20, 2014
The Companion
WHEN LUKE CONFORMED TO THE CHANGE, HE REALIZED THE LEGEND WAS RIGHT AND BEGAN TO LAUGH WITH GREAT FURY THAT CAME FROM DEEP WITHIN HIS DARKEST SELF. HIS RETURN FROM THE FORT BOUGHT AN UNUSUAL FRIEND WITH HIM. LUKE WAS LEAD INTO DEVILISH BEHAVIOR OF THE WORST KIND. HIS HEADSTRONG FRIEND BECAME A NEW ENTICING AND POWERFUL LEADER THAT HE FOUND IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST. KEEPING IT TO HIMSELF, LUKE COULD TELL THE OLD MAN LUTHER,KNEW SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT. THE DAY LUKE FACED DANIEL IN A FIGHT WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF OF HIS EVER-GROWING EGO INTO BECOMING WHAT HE BECAME. LUKE'S DARK SIDE TAUNTED HIM INTO TAKING WHAT HE WANTED AND LEFT HIM FEELING PROUD OF IT. WITH PERSISTENCE FROM A FRIEND, LUKE WAS TOLD OF THE LEGEND. IN THE END, LUKE'S EGO WAS SO LARGE, IT RELEASED HIS DARK SIDE, KILLING COLE, AND SOME OF FOLLOWERS.
WHAT LUKE HAD BECOME WAS THE MOST POWERFUL AND RELENTLESS CREATURE KNOWN AS THE COMPANION...
July 3, 2014
Fear
I dropped like a rock to my knees when Luke fell to the floor. He was drifting into unconsciousness, and tearing his shirt like a sheet of paper.His nose begins to bleed and I yelled at my brother Mac, “Hurry the hell up.” Before he could get to us, Luke made his first soft change, growing fast and strong. I, even though I was a huge fella, had to wrestle with the boy to keep him on the ground. It proved to be useless when he grabbed me around the throat with one hand and tossed me across the room, into the window. When he stood up roaring like a hellhound, Luther stepped in the front door with a rope and Daniel came into view of the kitchen. Luke was growing at an amazing rate and we had to work fast before he destroyed us all.
June 24, 2014
Book II The Companion
Hey, hey; Luke’s back with a new friend. Some call it a ruthless and relentless creature, that will do whatever it takes to……….
Well, that’s all I’m going to say for now.
Book 2 of Waya’s Chosen
Keep up with Waya and see when the novel is released.
June 21, 2014
CONTEST!
Hello out there,
My name is Patsy, and I am the author of Waya’s Chosen. I am introducing a contest, so here goes.
In the novel, Waya’s Chosen, Luke set out to be alone at the lake, but who did he find there when he arrived?
This will run from June 23, 2014 until August 31, 2014 at 23:59 [11:59]
REASON: I am looking for 5 interesting people who are willing to have their names used in my next project; Inhabitants of Banyan Island. This will began by 2015. The question has to be correctly answered in order to be selected. I encourage each and everyone, to bring a friend and find the answer. Leave your name and email in the comments so I can send the winners notification.
THANKS & GOOD LUCK!
June 20, 2014
Answer & Win
A novel about a young man that returns to his childhood home, only to find out he has been chosen to become...a wolf.
I am offering 5 people to answer 1 question correctly for their chance to have their name used in my next project: Inhabitants of Banyan Island. If interested answer to following question correct.
In the novel, Waya's Chosen, who are the 3 Blackburn brothers?
The first name is fine.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL !!
