Firewolves of Io-Ra Patera

 

Solar City Magic ~ Interstellar Light Show

Firewolves of Io ~ Ra Patera!

   Ra Patera! Fire Wolves of Io! The huge volcanic plume – Ra Patera – erupted into the night sky in an explosive maelstrom of crackling fire-born azure flares, streaming across space from Io into the skies of Jupiter. An urban Fire wolf started and sat bolt upright, still and alert in an alien night whilst the flare lighting up the urban skyline burst dramatically across the night sky high above the sulphur-drizzled “Plains of Io.”

Deep in the heart of the galactic urban dance scene the thunderous roar of the cosmic sound systems resonated in a frenzy of solar city magic, firing a dark alien fire wolf driven by an erotic moon fantasy, whirling into a state side rhythmic of burning star-flared erotica, seductive and full of night promise.

 

It caught the commanding call of the Alpha, “The Great Star-Wolf” as it echoed across galactic space, its quality of sound resonating in a haunting array of pitches and tones, boomeranging to the minds of each and every Wolf Breed, carrying with it the colourful signature notes of their ascendant – the one known as “Star of the Celestial Wolf.”

It twisted and flared in flashes of burnt-gold sliding through Io’s shimmering moon-shadows dancing in the volcanic night glow, blending with the leaping azure plume that originated from Io’s large shield volcano, the feature known as, “Ra Patera.” The Fire Wolves call to the stars, the sky alight with charged plumes of icy fire. The world in awe.

The interstellar star cruiser slid silently between worlds, a vast tourist in a sea of suns, slipping across jewelled solar systems and through rain-bowed ring systems to capture, for a moment, the beauty of their worlds. Infra-red rose in auroral bands across the rock strewn world of Io – moon of Jupiter – a wildly exotic world, of sulphur-coated vistas and violently active sulphur volcanoes. An alien world of lava flows and lava lakes, of huge calderas and mountains soaring many times loftier than any seen on Earth.

Urban moon-stars flared in dancing diamonds of desert fire as the night sky went supernova lighting up the dance floor of galactic moon shine. And the Sirian-black masked Fire Wolf whirled to the heart beat of the universe, spinning in an eternal rap, the music of the urban stars leading it in the endless rhythm of the solar night. Fire Wolf of Io, melting and blending in the light and shadows of the music of the cosmos, piped on the sound systems of streaming moon dreams, the strobing drum, the beating pulse of solar winds, leading the dance floor of eternity.

In the midst of the colourful and radiant cloud belts surrounding Jupiter, roiling storms raged, the tumultuous Jovian atmosphere possessing of a chaotic and ever-changing beauty that interacted with swirling hurricanes and wild wind-storm systems.

Space was alive with an interstellar light show that threw an opera of rain-bowed lights dancing over the cruiser’s external surface shields. Seen from space they were ablaze with a flaming azure glow.

Star struck viewers watched the display in awed bemusement as the Ra Patera plume burst in burning sun-blue lights from the outlandish multi-coloured surface, surging and tumbling through Io’s tenuous atmosphere, streaming across space and exploding through Jupiter’s own swirling, turbulent atmosphere, and the dozens of interacting storm systems before curving out towards Interstellar space.

Eddying and churning, whirling and twisting, blasts of light bent into rotating loops and spirals coiling across the stars in a whirlpool of exotic silver and exotic electric-azure waterfalls. A shimmying, fiery vortex intimately entwined with the life-force of the Fire Wolf of Io.

 

 

 

Fire is mysteriously powerful, passionate and concentrated. It is fundamental and essential. It filters into the very elements of that which it comes into contact with, and it somehow blends with every particle ~ refining and purifying but also bringing pain, suffering, anguish. The more advanced and complex the integrity of character the more elevated the pleasure but how greatly torturous the pain inflicted, burning with an intensity that in that moment seems like it will consume and destroy us. But in the moment we cease to fear the fire that moment it ceases to harm us.

(Copyright: Europa’s Icewolf 2012 All rights Reserved)

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