Stolen Sasquatch Recovered! part II
Continued
Norman, the Sasquatch aka Big Foot, has been captured near the small town ofStigler, Oklahoma (in the mundane world.)
Master Healer Margaret Mai Lynn officially reported no serious injuries,stating she stabilized a broken leg. I found out later, she broke Sídhí law bycompletely healing a ruptured artery in the mundane rancher when he triedcalling for help. If she hadn't healed him, he would've died.
For all you mundanes out there, be very wary of healers. Never, not unlessyou are seconds from dying, ask a healer to help you. Trust me you'll probablyend up dead. When it comes to a mundane, a healer is more dangerous than adhark vampire.
You see, healers can heal Sídhí.
Vampire, dragon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter which Sídhí race as long asa person has synth crystal in their blood a healer can pull energy from herselfand the injured person. This allows the healer enough energy to heal a Sídhí,even if the Sídhí is near death.
Unfortunately, when a healer attempts to heal a mundane the person's verylife essence is sucked out. Sucking a person's essence is very addictive.That's why most valleys have banned healers from visiting Earth, a ruthlesspractice, but effective.
On a happy note, the mundane rancher is alive. He fell into a coma due tohis life's essence nearly getting sucked dry, but Healer Margaret swears he'llwake-up in a month or two.
Oh dear! I've gone off on one of my tangents, haven't I? On to the events ofFriday night, which lead to Norman's capture!
I parked my ancient Chevy truck next to the brick ranch house in the nick oftime.
Clan Guardian Alexander stood on the porch, berating Healer Serena fornearly killing Mark. Several Clan Guardians noticed me and waved, but I steeredclear of Alexander. He would've stopped me from interviewing the victims.
I found Mark's wife and three teenage girls sitting in the living room. Eachof them stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths dropped open.
I feared the guardians had already wiped the true memories from their mindsand mentally ordered them to remain silent. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Guardian Tremaine, a really sweet vampire with dark auburn hair and agorgeous – repeat all rippling muscles, no fat – body, allowed me to interviewthe women.
The youngest daughter, Sheila, provided the best recount of the evening. Themother wouldn't quit sobbing and the other two girls couldn't take their eyesoff Tremaine to answer my questions.
Anyway, Sheila said they heard a horrible noise about ten o'clock.
Mark grabbed his gun, ordering his wife to lock the door behind him. Heopened the front door. Shouted (Sheila said, he sounded scared) and rapidlyfired his gun. Slammed the door shut. All the while, shouting for everyone torun to the cellar. That's what they call storm shelters.
They ran through the house toward the kitchen. Sheila heard the front door,a solid oak monstrosity, being ripped off its hinges.
Attached to the house, the storm shelter opened into the laundry room. Theypiled in the cement room and bolted the steel door shut.
Mark was a smart man. Well, mostly. On their dash through the kitchen, hekicked the trash can over, spilling its contents. They had spent the nightbefore cutting and packing a deer he shot. Yes, he killed it out of season, butthat's beside the point.
The blood kept the Sasquatch occupied.
If Mark had stayed in the storm shelter, everything would've worked outfine. He didn't. He left to call for help and the Sasquatch chased him up atree.
Unfortunately, all Sasquatch have very long claws and are very good treeclimbers.
Norman slashed Mark's thigh, puncturing a major artery.
Clan guardians showed up before Norman pulled Mark out of the tree, shootingNorman with a tranquilizer dart.
Norman is now peacefully sleeping off the tranq dart. For those of you whowish to meet Norman, his new home is a twenty acre enclosure at Mordecai'sSasquatch Ranch.
Mordecai's has daily tours. I encourage families or individuals who want alonger adventure to purchase one of their many tour packages, which (dependingon the package you pick) include a cabin, jet skis, trail rides, and a dozenother wonderful extras. Tell them Jodie sent you!
On a final note, Clan guardians gave the mundane family and Haskell Countyemergency workers vague memories of a rabid black bear, not a very good coverstory but it worked.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
Norman, the Sasquatch aka Big Foot, has been captured near the small town ofStigler, Oklahoma (in the mundane world.)
Master Healer Margaret Mai Lynn officially reported no serious injuries,stating she stabilized a broken leg. I found out later, she broke Sídhí law bycompletely healing a ruptured artery in the mundane rancher when he triedcalling for help. If she hadn't healed him, he would've died.
For all you mundanes out there, be very wary of healers. Never, not unlessyou are seconds from dying, ask a healer to help you. Trust me you'll probablyend up dead. When it comes to a mundane, a healer is more dangerous than adhark vampire.
You see, healers can heal Sídhí.
Vampire, dragon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter which Sídhí race as long asa person has synth crystal in their blood a healer can pull energy from herselfand the injured person. This allows the healer enough energy to heal a Sídhí,even if the Sídhí is near death.
Unfortunately, when a healer attempts to heal a mundane the person's verylife essence is sucked out. Sucking a person's essence is very addictive.That's why most valleys have banned healers from visiting Earth, a ruthlesspractice, but effective.
On a happy note, the mundane rancher is alive. He fell into a coma due tohis life's essence nearly getting sucked dry, but Healer Margaret swears he'llwake-up in a month or two.
Oh dear! I've gone off on one of my tangents, haven't I? On to the events ofFriday night, which lead to Norman's capture!
I parked my ancient Chevy truck next to the brick ranch house in the nick oftime.
Clan Guardian Alexander stood on the porch, berating Healer Serena fornearly killing Mark. Several Clan Guardians noticed me and waved, but I steeredclear of Alexander. He would've stopped me from interviewing the victims.
I found Mark's wife and three teenage girls sitting in the living room. Eachof them stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths dropped open.
I feared the guardians had already wiped the true memories from their mindsand mentally ordered them to remain silent. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Guardian Tremaine, a really sweet vampire with dark auburn hair and agorgeous – repeat all rippling muscles, no fat – body, allowed me to interviewthe women.
The youngest daughter, Sheila, provided the best recount of the evening. Themother wouldn't quit sobbing and the other two girls couldn't take their eyesoff Tremaine to answer my questions.
Anyway, Sheila said they heard a horrible noise about ten o'clock.
Mark grabbed his gun, ordering his wife to lock the door behind him. Heopened the front door. Shouted (Sheila said, he sounded scared) and rapidlyfired his gun. Slammed the door shut. All the while, shouting for everyone torun to the cellar. That's what they call storm shelters.
They ran through the house toward the kitchen. Sheila heard the front door,a solid oak monstrosity, being ripped off its hinges.
Attached to the house, the storm shelter opened into the laundry room. Theypiled in the cement room and bolted the steel door shut.
Mark was a smart man. Well, mostly. On their dash through the kitchen, hekicked the trash can over, spilling its contents. They had spent the nightbefore cutting and packing a deer he shot. Yes, he killed it out of season, butthat's beside the point.
The blood kept the Sasquatch occupied.
If Mark had stayed in the storm shelter, everything would've worked outfine. He didn't. He left to call for help and the Sasquatch chased him up atree.
Unfortunately, all Sasquatch have very long claws and are very good treeclimbers.
Norman slashed Mark's thigh, puncturing a major artery.
Clan guardians showed up before Norman pulled Mark out of the tree, shootingNorman with a tranquilizer dart.
Norman is now peacefully sleeping off the tranq dart. For those of you whowish to meet Norman, his new home is a twenty acre enclosure at Mordecai'sSasquatch Ranch.
Mordecai's has daily tours. I encourage families or individuals who want alonger adventure to purchase one of their many tour packages, which (dependingon the package you pick) include a cabin, jet skis, trail rides, and a dozenother wonderful extras. Tell them Jodie sent you!
On a final note, Clan guardians gave the mundane family and Haskell Countyemergency workers vague memories of a rabid black bear, not a very good coverstory but it worked.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
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