Song of the Day: Circles by Cavo
Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.
A sexy man with an ax. Look at that expression on his face. This could be very good or very bad.
Who is he? The new ranch hand helping out the beautiful widow? The able-bodied leader of a band of Zombie exterminators? Is he a loner running from his past, from her, building himself a log cabin hideaway? Is he an ex-Marine with anger issues? Is he an alligator hunter? What do you suppose he’s going to, ahem, cleave? Maybe he’s looking for a rope to chop so he can make himself a belt – not that he needs one.
What’s your take on the ax man? Let me hear from you.
MUSETRACKS 
HOLY SMOKES! I’ll be right back…
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Wow. Ax man scared off Sarah. 🙂
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Nice pic. I tweeted.
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Thanks, Ella.
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Hungry Jack has been logging all day and he’s dog tired. When he catches up with that girl who stole his belt, he’ll have a thing or two to say about it.
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LOVE it, Jeff! I’m pretty sure with all those muscles weighing him down he’ll have hard time catching me, er, I mean, her.
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You might want to get a cup of tea, this will take awhile to explain…
Well, this man-boy(facial hair hasn’t begun to sprout) was raised by wolves and has no name. The aging alpha wolf, seeing this boy clearly changing to a man, ran him off months ago rather than wait for the natural fight to the death young alphas engage in to become the new alpha pack leader.
So for months our wolf man-boy has traveled the forest, nude, sweaty and hungry. He knows he needs cunning and strength to return and fight for his rightful place as pack leader, but also knows he still isn’t quite ready (courage-wise.)
And today he wandered into civilization by mistake. There’s a cabin just to the left of this picture that is uninhabited, but his sense of smell lets him know it’s very temporary, the owner will return. He enters and is astonished by everything he sees. It never occurred to him to make items out of trees or capture the river in a small silver curvy thing.
After investigating and not knowing the use of most items or why any human would need them our hottie spots rumpled jeans on the floor. He cannot understand why a human would cover the most important part of his body, but on an instinctual level he knows this barrier will help (at least a little) once he returns to the pack and engages in the fight of his life.
He hoists the jean up, shakes the dirt off and puts them on. Obviously they hang off his lean form and since he was raised by wolves he hasn’t a clue that manscaping is essential here. Ergo he completely ignores the razor on the bathroom sink.
Other items that catch his eye in the cabin are a hat on the kitchen table and an axe leaning up by the door. He isn’t sure what to do with the hat, but viscerally he realizes it’s ‘cool’ so he’ll carry it for now. The second he runs his thumb down the blade of the axe he understands on a primitive male level that this will ensure his win against the alpha wolf.
The picture above is a snapshot of our soon-to-be pack leader leaving the cabin with his new possessions and newfound courage.
BTW, The tatt on his right shoulder was done when he was a toddler (hence him knowing how to walk instead of crawl on all fours like wolves.) It’s a compass with coordinates, so he will eventually find his way home to the human mother who abandoned him to the wolves for his own safety. (New stepfather wanted to kill off all the previous children.) Unfortunately our hero does not know what a compass is and actually cannot see it very clearly since it’s placed on the curve of his shoulder.
🙂 Happy Wednesday, Jenn.
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Sarah has my vote so far …
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HAHA! You’ve done it again, Sarah. Your tale of the yummy Alpha-male-to-be is…wait for it…a howling delight. 😀
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I must be getting old. All I can think is “Dude, pull your pants up!”
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Yes, Suzan. If that is ALL you can think of, then, yeah, you are missing the point. LOL!
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Suzan. The operative word is DOWN.
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Wow, another hottie, Jenn! And thanks for your write-ups, Jeff and Sarah.
Here’s my take: A city woman named Mandy buys a forest—a virgin forest, of course—where she plans to build a luxury resort. But while she’s surveying her domain, she catches Joe, a rough-and-tumble lumberjack, clear-cutting her trees.
Enraged, she orders him to stop. He claims the previous owner signed a contract allowing him to log the forest.
They argue, but Mandy can’t get her mind off Joe, or vice-versa. When they’re not picking apart the terms of the contract, they’re daydreaming about each other. How can this be? He’s no more her type than she’s his.
But this is a romance story. And before you know it, another log comes down the chute!
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Brilliant, Mary Anne. What else can I say. I just love your quips. Dang, I look forward to them.
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Jenn: And I look forward to your Hump Day Kick Starts, and your other posts. Keep up the good work!
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another log comes down the chute?
hmm. now what does that bring to mind …?
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I think I’m in lust! Let me quickly race to the cabin and get his hot bath drawn and slap a bear steak on the grate over the fire. Oh my, no need to dress up, just wrap a towel around my torso so he knows I’m willing to wash his back, and front and anything else that might pop up. He’s already cut the firewood and chased off the big bad wolf, so I guess the rest of the evening will be his pleasure.
Ah, the toils of the love of the woods man!
…….dhole
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I like Donna’s take also.
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I bet you’d sharpened his blade, too, right, Donna? LOL! Thanks for playing along! 😀
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