Montana

They heard they lost their prey. The moonlight set a tone of a moon in Snow Mountains high above the woods.

The countryside in Montana rock mountains made its way past highways; it was like a Swiss Alps fortress.

The roads leading to it had only one way out. Our female of far made breed had her faith and love taken away they made her soul and spirit cripple away. Augustine knew not much of a better world; she ran away.

The broken pact and ice in snow felt colder than before. Her breathing lungs out her warm heart had her way.

The trials and journeys she made a new beginning and a true decision. Our paths in life are never to be made clear.

"It is cold." Her air escapes and passes her lips in a breath the air would freeze. The only words you found her cheeks would squeeze.

It was a moon of the night guiding us past her feet in moss stiff to hardwood trees of its branches waving in silence.

Our gazing stars from above would be the pathway it would say the moon looking to guide us in dark night it should be. I left in the silence of the night shadows. Her mind spoke.

Her arms clutching her shoulders to keep her heart warm in a forest keep, she claimed her asylum from a family so torn to disputes.

The conflicts within her could not take no further look at how they behaved. A beaten heart to a beautiful heart, a beautiful woman only the charming light guided her to be right.

Her born brother breed. The alpha. He took control. Man had a taste for blood and he tore a family apart.

He was a Man Woo and she was Augustine Woo. The family took apart.

The cold night sweat running off her cheeks wakes her up.

Her laptop screen had an invitation and results to Montana University.

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"I said you cannot study arts and keep your drawings to yourself!" Her brother Woo spoke about her line and colour flowing in a dance from butterfly merges over the colours making shadows play.

"I hate you." Her mouth spoke from one year learning paint and brushes to wild landscape capturing portraits of wildlife. Her mouth spoke, scanning images and sending it to Montana University. Her mouth spoke to him lying to her.

"I cannot look at your doodles made out of the forest I hunt. I am a police officer. You are born to stay at home and play a good housewife." Man Woo made a sharp look over his shoulder leaving to see his police officer, the sharp looking Augustine Woo let her cuts of paper lower in her hands.

"I will be back later. I hope you make sure you cook at home and do housework. You keep avoiding your homework. I punish you for drawing arts." He left the doors closed and he left for work.

"I think my heart is bleeding." Her arm raises she clutches her fingertips in the paper her mind is decided. "I will not let him bully me nor his fools colleagues from work working to be police officers."

Augustine sits and opens her laptop to accept an invitation and a scholarship from the university. One click of the mouse her bags began to fill in. She was waiting for a taxi on her way. Her mobile screen displayed the waiting time and route of the car on her way.

The dresses she wore alone, walking and drawing while observing nature. The boots she made many miles wrinkle and shape. Her simple sports underwear from heavy sweat at home choirs and long tracks her cycling and walking wild in nature forest bathing.

Has a shower and closes her single huge luggage knowing the art store in her campus will be great to find high quality tools she was unable to hold in her hands.

"Ok." She places her towel aside, seeing her screen, the crystal bulb allowing 20 minutes to step outside to have fresh air.

She takes her towel off and places it on the side bed, slides on her silver brief shorts and slides in her sports bra.

Augustine picks up her wide cut black cotton colour flower dress cut in shapes to fit the kimono loose before it goes on.

The cuts are wider allowing air in her bra and lower knee dress allows her to breathe.

Her black hair swung to the side and she slid in the fit. Wraps hair back and takes her socks on to fit her boots.

Augustine waves and smiles at her silver car matching her suitcase for the driver to fit it in back of the car.

"Where are you heading today out of nowhere?"

"I am leaving home."

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Her Geir.

He was lying near the tree. Her eyes see a males body with a familiar marking tattoo on his back, the alphabet of unknown origin drawing a clear but familiar picture.

Him holding his knees and arms his only back exposed to her. Augustine takes off her blanket from her shoulders and covers him.

The wool top from September weather made him feel warmer in a cream blanket holding dark threads binding it in one space not letting it set free.

The long loose hair made her free setting her uncut

The note left on the kitchen table with a last dinner left for the family to enjoy from a long day on duty.

The note in the postcard of Montana University flyer said her words. "I am leaving to see my future learning arts and a place to call home. I can find love."

The soft chin in a cream wool neck made a great addition to Montana Mountains forest trek of moss shortcuts she never forgot her inspiration.

Her stroll bathing forest nature made her feel warm. It was not like a dream.

The ink markings made a picture familiar to hers. It was a distant image but enough for her to pay attention and cover his back seeing him breathing in a deep dream.

She sits on a soft touch, her dress on a rock, her arms brushed under her wool top and her legs lay to the side in her boots her long socks keep her warm.

Augustine Woo waiting and smiling for Geir to wake up.

"What's your name? She whispers to herself.

The fight and faith for her right to love in a new journey, connects her troubles and worries of her bloodline.

Her family was from the corrupt Montana Police Department, the pack of red moon. The uniforms they wore. Her mind made her smile. "A red wolf."

They never did recognise anything outside their gang of wolves.

The notorious Woo family; they did inherit a strong lust for a fresh victim's blood, never seeing arts as a profession.

The family ruled rural Montana Town politics and laws for many years. They felt they held the power.

It was a Wolfgang in her mind, the word she never liked.

I study in the arts faculty.

The school of fashion made me think about human nature formulas and cultural masks but I never approached a still life like him.

He was laying there deep in his sleep slowly moving his rib cage muscles to the side like a true icon of Greek Roman sculpture's masterpiece.

"Why are you here?"

It was a triangle circle and square building a pyramid. I had three squares colliding building a pyramid building a circle in the middle so small it was marked under my ear in a finger nail size mark.

I was born within our Woo family crest. The mind of hers did designs made a match.

"He is a unique life form holding to a tree. I would love him to wake up."

His mind took him to a dream he will wake up from.

The dream he had. She took her time to watch him and made him think when he woke up if someone is thinking when you are dreaming asleep for you as part of your spiritual matchmaking.

How about I had strong deep rapid eyes sleep dreams state, a vision the one for me was able to see it.

I was asleep like someone was watching me. It had a spiritual connection. He felt safe.

The forest spirit took him from a pack away from home. He was young, letting him see the colourful nature. The green trees, the rays of life letting pass the tall tree branches guide the space.

He did see his eyes shine full of life walking the path he enjoyed and chose for him to feel the rest and her warm shining blankets placed the blanket to keep him warm at ease. Him fall asleep.

He woke up to see her warm smile. His hard fingers clutch on the blanket, his head feeling pain from the moist floor on a September's day in the mountains.

"I am lost. Why am I here?"

"I found you here." He closes the blanket closer to his body and takes a turn to her side seeing sun pass her hair.

"I think I need help to get home. I barely can move my legs. I feel deep cut on my left side." He takes a step up crunching his hard jaw. The brown hair holds a maple tree leaf on his head and he is dazed, unable to know about it. It makes her laugh.

Augustine walks to him. Helps him stay up, holds his hand and he covers his waist in her blanket.

His core is built out of stone. The body built out marble sculpture so fragile, unable to stand. His smell of moss and muscle sweat he had in his dream. The moisture mix paid her attention.

Geir walks closer to a bicycle leaving footprints on soil. He takes a moment of breath. "I think I need your phone."

"I have one in my basket. I hope you are not afraid." Augustine looks for her crystal bulb they call their phones.

"I will call my family to see me on the road."

"I will guide you to the nearest road."

"I think I was sleeping walking thinking I am running in a group of wolves."

"Yes it is funny and you found yourself naked asleep past full moon light like a werewolf." Her hand holds her smile.

"Yes I know it is funny but I should check my head at the local clinic or I might have my headache kill me." He stumbles to her holding her phone, his arm falling on her.

"I think I need help." Augustine helps him tight, supporting him off from fall. He held his hard body to stand.

"I think I will stay a little longer with you."

They walk on each side of her bicycle like holding their hands together on a first date.

"I will need help. I think I was sleeping walking 5 kilometres off campus and fell asleep for two to three hours dreaming under the tree. Thank you. I will be on route 69 bus stop in 10 minutes. I can see it now."

He closes her phone and passes in the basket. "I am really grateful I found you."

Geir was from a lawyer's family learning a law faculty.

Wolfgang was able to observe it past the witch's ball we call the mobile phone screen.

The ancient witchcraft her family Woo made use and control of it past wildlife cameras.

Montana Police Department sergeant Man Woo had his witchcraft in control on his crystal ball.

The time Sergeant Woo did find her was the last time she left home.

The speeding vehicle took sharp turns in a heavy speed tackling the four wheels drive heavy driver drove close to them.

He took his way up playing loud music, his window open holding his elbow out the window steering one hand lighting tackling corners on auxiliary and clutch avoid stops.

His sharp eye took a glimpse of an unusual look. He made a sharp stop and drove back.

The bold head no eyebrows wearing green top and thick beads necklace looking at them he closes his radio.

How should I help you? I am sorry I was unable to stop to see a man barely leaning on a female's bike only wearing a blanket over him. You should be careful in these mountains. It is freezing cold out here."

"We are ok. Thank you. I had a little accident and my uncle is driving here to pick us up."

"I am happy you are safe." He accelerates his auxiliary to continue his journey to philosophy campus enjoying his morning driving.