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Pencil note, dated 15/7/08, with a torn out page from a glossy book pasted in
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Tha book fell onto tha floor of tha Library as I was sittin lookin at tha fire, it was late, or early, tha Hour of the Wolf. Even in a place like Tox, folks bunker down when that time hits. Tha streets were empty. Tha Library was still. Just me and tha Fire. Tha book fell, and so I stirred. Rats maybe. Or bloody spooks. I didn’t smell anybody, nor rats. Even tha rats know better, and I can always make more burgers. Its been almost a month now, and still tha Library is . . . empty. Tha Spirit we summoned has not shown itself, not ta me, at least. Tha book fell, so I went ta get it. Its what I do, its Respect. Same as when I touch tha stone walls as I come or go. It Knows, I know it does. It cares. It deserves our respect.
I get tha book, and as I pick it up from where it fell, a page falls out. I go ta shove it back in place, and I get a surprise. Tha page is already there! Tha loose page is fer ME. Tha Library gave me a page. Its back! I swear, if anyone had happened by as I was dancin about and caryin on like a . well. Wild thing . .ha. they would have had quite tha show fer free. Once I finish dancing about, book in one paw, spare page in tha other, I shelve tha book, and walk over to tha patch on tha wall where I gouged clawmarks in tha stone, and signed a pact with it in my Dimentox-charged blood. I rest my paw on the spot and close my eyes, thankin tha Spirits fer givin us tha strength ta bring it back.
So I have a look at tha page. Its tha way tha Library has always spoke ta me, well, since that one time with Nareth . . . I shudder still at that day . . . Tenguska . . . Her Ladyships rage, Poncho, throat all but torn out, Denny’s fury, Lari’s compassion, Legion, inhabitin Lorne, voicin its scorn and me, cowerin behind tha pillar, transfixed by tha forces these beins called forth. Flame and Ice, Wind and Light.
Tha smell of so much blood as so many stood around and did nothin. It wasn’t my place ta interfere. They weren’t my Family, just those that lent me a spot by their fire and generally bore me ta be around. Now Lorne is gone, followin Legion’s pull, ta tha Shadows. Arcann, gone to tha Coven, where he sits doin whatever it is he does, and threatinin those who used ta be his own. Lari dead and back again as an Angel, Poncho, vanished after what happened with Nareth.
Nareth. Huntress. She never liked me. Omega’s Childer. Her Ladyships Own Blood. It doesn’t matter if she did or not. Tha loss of Nareth, it wasn’t good. For all of us. Fer Her Ladyship tha most. I know that sting. Labyrinth came forth. Nareth was . . ett. Tha Shadows ett her. Ritual they say, ta bring forth Labyrinth. Nareth’s will, that say. She wanted it. Labyrinth says its Eris.
Eris is a goddess. Goddess of strife. A primal force, conflict, breakin. Things fallin and lost. Nareth is lost in Labyrinth. Gone, says Labyrinth, but ya can never trust tha word of a godling. Unless yer its equal, and I aint. But I know somethin that Labyrinth don’t, or is too high and mighty ta consider. Foolish Beast, it calls me. Nareth used ta call me names too. Both are right. I am a Beast. I am a Fool. I am a creature of tha Wyld.
I opened my paw. Opened my eyes and looked at tha page tha Library had given me.
"Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children."
Tha words that spring forth. There is a black guy with a gun and bad hair. Looks like that Jedi in that movie. Tha words hit me like tha fist of, well, we all know which fist I’m thinking of. Tha meanin is doubly powerful when I remember Legions ghostly whispers words from tha beak of Raven, that same eve.
"We shall love you to ferry her elsewhere. We shall adore your being for bringing her from darkness to happy hunting grounds, or dreaming time We shall beg you to bring her from the cold and lonely night...."
Labyrinth says Nareth is no more, that she’s gone. Dead and gone. That’s just what Eris WOULD say. And I don’t fuckin believe it. I made an oath ta Coyote, when My-She freed me from my sufferin. I made an Oath to tha Library, in part payment of that. It don’t bother me none. I am a Shaman of Gaia. I have a debt ta pay fer all i was before. A debt i will never pay off. Ya know what? that dont bother me none, neither. I'm gunna ease Nareths Passage. Bring her back to Her Ladyship, if i can, send her onwards if that is all i can do.
But she ain't gettin left behind in tha Maze. I know better than ta take on a Godling in a game i can't win, but i have a gift. Somethin It don't. I offered ta help It, It dont get why. I am Free. i have my own Will. If It understood that, maybe It would understand WHY i'd help free it, fer all its done, fer all it could do. I am not tha cowerin outcast i once was. I am not a lot of things i once was.
I will find tha lost Ones, and guide them where they need ta go. I am a Scout. I am a Shaman. I am beloved and love. I am Free. I am a creature of tha Wyld and need not fear tha Void. Cause if it takes me, then it wont be tha Void no more. And won't Coyote laugh then? Coyote can't abide a Void. Always gotta poke a paw in and stir up His Own flavour of trouble, one Eris aught ta remember.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
a letter in the Journal
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A fountain pen-inked letter, in neat and old fashioned script, on vellum. It was folded in half and has been folded again to carefully fit in the journal. On the opposite page is taped a matching envelope simply labelled “Grr” in the same hand.
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Brother,
Perhaps this will speak to your spirit.
"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"
-Joah
A fountain pen-inked letter, in neat and old fashioned script, on vellum. It was folded in half and has been folded again to carefully fit in the journal. On the opposite page is taped a matching envelope simply labelled “Grr” in the same hand.
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Brother,
Perhaps this will speak to your spirit.
"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"
-Joah
Friday, July 11, 2008
Timor Snaps
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Photo's taken during a new moon, in Timor, Operation: Red Moon c. 2003
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Kickin it at forward firebase, pre-shrapnel, new moon
River crossin with tha 60 . . . still durin tha new moon, bloody inconvenient
((these two are of my dad, OOC, in and around Vietnam, 1969))
Photo's taken during a new moon, in Timor, Operation: Red Moon c. 2003
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Kickin it at forward firebase, pre-shrapnel, new moon
River crossin with tha 60 . . . still durin tha new moon, bloody inconvenient((these two are of my dad, OOC, in and around Vietnam, 1969))
Grr's Backstory - OOC (not in the book)
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Files from the stolen 7RAR-L disk of Grr's personnel file: not in the Journal.
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ADF Master Index ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Repat No.: 7RAR-L-0571 Issue Point: ADF-A-PUCK Rec Type: DSTOMetaResDiv
Surname: Lykin Address1: UNKNOWN - AWOL - Operation: Red Moon
Given1: GrrBrool 2:
Given2: (Gabriel) Suburb:
Rank: Sergeant Post Code: Phone (H): N-A
Sex Code: M Unit: 7RAR-L Special Ops. Phone (M):
DoB: 19/06/1989 UR No.: Lycan 0571 Phone (B): N-A
Status: CAPTURE-TERMINATE
ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Mar.Status: S Medicare: N-A Fund Code: 7 (DSTO MetResDiv)
Birthplace: Royal Melbourne Zoo, Specimen 071239 Ins.Level: Freeze for analysis
Religion: Pagan Compensable: x Member No.:
Ambulance: MAS Repat No.: 7RAR-L-0571 Sch/Table:
Subscr.No: 133333 Blood Type: Dog Erythrocyte Antigen (DEA)4
Transport: RESTRAINT LVL4 Pens. Type:
BH " " : Pens. No.: 'Z': AWOL/Rogue
Staff Ind.: N Status(P/S/M): S
Changed Date: 25/01/2005
MetaHuman Details ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Clinic Origin: RMZ Current Ref Doctor:
Latest: VLD Vet Lycanthropy Refer Valid Date: 21/12/1991 Type: 3L
Consultant: HMZ MAMEGHAN, H Referred To: 7RAR-Lycanthropy
Breed: Canine - Lycanthrope Sub-Speicies : Canis rufus
Condition: Hereditory: Non-Infectious Refer Urgency: CRITICAL
Followup Type: Train/Intergrate Original Ref Doctor: SMITH N No:3
Referral Src: H
First Attendance: 04/05/1991 Local Doctor: BROWN J
In Aust at Regis: 17 Years
Race: Caucasian/Mixed MSW Code:
Language: Palliative Care: Sedate & Euthanise
Theumaturgy: Higher than average Diet Class: 3 Omniverous carnivore
Allergies:
Sunlight : N Wolfsbane: N Silver: N Iron: N
Mistletoe: N Holy Water: N Holy Sign: N Garlic: N
Gold: Y Kosher Salt: N Running water: N
Reverse traditional Lunar cycle:
transformation restriction to human form during "New Moon" phase
normal Lycanthropic regenerative effect reduced
Next of Kin ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Subject has no human next of kin. Canine kin are deceased. Records expunged.
Father suspected to be human Lycan of American decent,
likely mated whilst in Canine form. No further data.
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≥No≥ ≥ Name ≥ Address ≥ Home Phone ≥ Business ≥ Relation ≥
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≥ ≥ ≥ 070890 Goldie ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Mother ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071236 Charile ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071237 Socks ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071238 Ammie ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071241 Tuft ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071242 -unnamed-≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
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Files from the stolen 7RAR-L disk of Grr's personnel file: not in the Journal.
========================================
ADF Master Index ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Repat No.: 7RAR-L-0571 Issue Point: ADF-A-PUCK Rec Type: DSTOMetaResDiv
Surname: Lykin Address1: UNKNOWN - AWOL - Operation: Red Moon
Given1: GrrBrool 2:
Given2: (Gabriel) Suburb:
Rank: Sergeant Post Code: Phone (H): N-A
Sex Code: M Unit: 7RAR-L Special Ops. Phone (M):
DoB: 19/06/1989 UR No.: Lycan 0571 Phone (B): N-A
Status: CAPTURE-TERMINATE
ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Mar.Status: S Medicare: N-A Fund Code: 7 (DSTO MetResDiv)
Birthplace: Royal Melbourne Zoo, Specimen 071239 Ins.Level: Freeze for analysis
Religion: Pagan Compensable: x Member No.:
Ambulance: MAS Repat No.: 7RAR-L-0571 Sch/Table:
Subscr.No: 133333 Blood Type: Dog Erythrocyte Antigen (DEA)4
Transport: RESTRAINT LVL4 Pens. Type:
BH " " : Pens. No.: 'Z': AWOL/Rogue
Staff Ind.: N Status(P/S/M): S
Changed Date: 25/01/2005
MetaHuman Details ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Clinic Origin: RMZ Current Ref Doctor:
Latest: VLD Vet Lycanthropy Refer Valid Date: 21/12/1991 Type: 3L
Consultant: HMZ MAMEGHAN, H Referred To: 7RAR-Lycanthropy
Breed: Canine - Lycanthrope Sub-Speicies : Canis rufus
Condition: Hereditory: Non-Infectious Refer Urgency: CRITICAL
Followup Type: Train/Intergrate Original Ref Doctor: SMITH N No:3
Referral Src: H
First Attendance: 04/05/1991 Local Doctor: BROWN J
In Aust at Regis: 17 Years
Race: Caucasian/Mixed MSW Code:
Language: Palliative Care: Sedate & Euthanise
Theumaturgy: Higher than average Diet Class: 3 Omniverous carnivore
Allergies:
Sunlight : N Wolfsbane: N Silver: N Iron: N
Mistletoe: N Holy Water: N Holy Sign: N Garlic: N
Gold: Y Kosher Salt: N Running water: N
Reverse traditional Lunar cycle:
transformation restriction to human form during "New Moon" phase
normal Lycanthropic regenerative effect reduced
Next of Kin ƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒƒ
Subject has no human next of kin. Canine kin are deceased. Records expunged.
Father suspected to be human Lycan of American decent,
likely mated whilst in Canine form. No further data.
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≥No≥ ≥ Name ≥ Address ≥ Home Phone ≥ Business ≥ Relation ≥
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≥ ≥ ≥ 070890 Goldie ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Mother ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071236 Charile ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071237 Socks ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071238 Ammie ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071241 Tuft ≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
≥ ≥ ≥ 071242 -unnamed-≥ Deceased ≥ ≥ ≥ Sibling ≥
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
Her ladyship napping
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instant photo, propped on a rock, stuck into the journal with tape
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"Her LadyShip is nappin, be quiet and please come back later . . .or else . . ."
instant photo, propped on a rock, stuck into the journal with tape
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"Her LadyShip is nappin, be quiet and please come back later . . .or else . . ."
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
gift of bein merely mortal
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pencil note, with sand wedged in the seams of the notebook, dated 9/07/08
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I been doin some thinkin, deep, proper thinkin. I run in some heady company. Feathers and Fallen, Fangers and tha like. These are beins who live outside tha wheel of years. We have shards of Primal Forces as guests. Hell. My-She is over a century older than me. And she's on tha first of her Nine too. Abigale is tha only one with fewer years than me. Even Britt has been around longer. Although, ta be truthful, I aughta count tha years since I matured.
As tha boffins would say, I been sexually mature and Changed fer 13 years now. My dam will have likely been dead for 8 of those. If any of my litter are still on four legs, they'll be old by now. Real old. We don't kill easy. I'm like a poster cub fer how much punishment a Shifter can take and still Codril on. But fer how long? And against what odds? What am I gunna face when I front up against whatever holds Labyrinth's will? What will happen when next one of tha Reckonin zap me with their mystic blood magic? When I called on Coyote ta keep My-She from payin too high a price fer healin me, I made a deal and tha Wise know ya don’t cheat Coyote on a deal.
I didn't want ta leave debts unpaid. I wanted ta give back all I had taken. Coyote is pretty literal. I've got a feelin He’s holdin my Timor debts in tha balance too. Those ones run deep, and long. It’s a sure thing that He still has some harshness in my future, but ya know, I’ve got a path and I’m stickin to it. Where was I? oh, yeah. I’ve had some pretty heavy hitters havin a go at me, and my Kin, mostly warranted, but on this I think I aughta say something. With a few exceptions, say, Quillis tha 900 year old Elder of tha Pack, (and once Omega, once Beta, Once Alpha, who knows what rank she’ll hold next) and a few others, as best I know, we Shifters live a fairly regular Fleshie lifetime. That’s a mega bonus ta a Four-Legger like me, where at best, in captivity, we live 15 years. Ha, and folks have a go at Fleshies fer bein “fleetin”. If only they knew. Take a walk on tha Wild side, sometime.
Of course, most Shifters end up as a chunky red smear much before old age, its in our nature ta be in tha thick of it, where tha metal, tooth and claw meets tha meat. When I think of all my cousins I have met in Tox, and then either never heard of again, or heard their final howl tearin through tha greasy night, I count myself triple blessed I got my Family ta fall back on. There been some times I was pretty sure I’d end up as a rug either at tha foot of tha throne in tha Pit, or as road pizza. I know I only got tha one life. I know tha long count of my days are numbered. Fer that very reason, I gotta live every day like it was my last, like tha next thing I say is tha LAST thing I say. Like tha next touch is tha last kindness I have ta give or get.
Tha fire that burns twice as bright, burns half as long, they say, and when I look at my Brothers and Sisters, my Cousins and Loved Ones, both blessed and cursed with long lives, eternal, some of them, I can’t help but think, maybe I’m tha lucky one. I will burn hot, so hot that I will melt stone, and, Coyote willin, give them somthin ta remember me by, with a smile, before my days are through. Because that’s how I will leave my mark, eternal as fire-shaped stone.
pencil note, with sand wedged in the seams of the notebook, dated 9/07/08
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I been doin some thinkin, deep, proper thinkin. I run in some heady company. Feathers and Fallen, Fangers and tha like. These are beins who live outside tha wheel of years. We have shards of Primal Forces as guests. Hell. My-She is over a century older than me. And she's on tha first of her Nine too. Abigale is tha only one with fewer years than me. Even Britt has been around longer. Although, ta be truthful, I aughta count tha years since I matured.
As tha boffins would say, I been sexually mature and Changed fer 13 years now. My dam will have likely been dead for 8 of those. If any of my litter are still on four legs, they'll be old by now. Real old. We don't kill easy. I'm like a poster cub fer how much punishment a Shifter can take and still Codril on. But fer how long? And against what odds? What am I gunna face when I front up against whatever holds Labyrinth's will? What will happen when next one of tha Reckonin zap me with their mystic blood magic? When I called on Coyote ta keep My-She from payin too high a price fer healin me, I made a deal and tha Wise know ya don’t cheat Coyote on a deal.
I didn't want ta leave debts unpaid. I wanted ta give back all I had taken. Coyote is pretty literal. I've got a feelin He’s holdin my Timor debts in tha balance too. Those ones run deep, and long. It’s a sure thing that He still has some harshness in my future, but ya know, I’ve got a path and I’m stickin to it. Where was I? oh, yeah. I’ve had some pretty heavy hitters havin a go at me, and my Kin, mostly warranted, but on this I think I aughta say something. With a few exceptions, say, Quillis tha 900 year old Elder of tha Pack, (and once Omega, once Beta, Once Alpha, who knows what rank she’ll hold next) and a few others, as best I know, we Shifters live a fairly regular Fleshie lifetime. That’s a mega bonus ta a Four-Legger like me, where at best, in captivity, we live 15 years. Ha, and folks have a go at Fleshies fer bein “fleetin”. If only they knew. Take a walk on tha Wild side, sometime.
Of course, most Shifters end up as a chunky red smear much before old age, its in our nature ta be in tha thick of it, where tha metal, tooth and claw meets tha meat. When I think of all my cousins I have met in Tox, and then either never heard of again, or heard their final howl tearin through tha greasy night, I count myself triple blessed I got my Family ta fall back on. There been some times I was pretty sure I’d end up as a rug either at tha foot of tha throne in tha Pit, or as road pizza. I know I only got tha one life. I know tha long count of my days are numbered. Fer that very reason, I gotta live every day like it was my last, like tha next thing I say is tha LAST thing I say. Like tha next touch is tha last kindness I have ta give or get.
Tha fire that burns twice as bright, burns half as long, they say, and when I look at my Brothers and Sisters, my Cousins and Loved Ones, both blessed and cursed with long lives, eternal, some of them, I can’t help but think, maybe I’m tha lucky one. I will burn hot, so hot that I will melt stone, and, Coyote willin, give them somthin ta remember me by, with a smile, before my days are through. Because that’s how I will leave my mark, eternal as fire-shaped stone.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
ain't no place like Home
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Pencil note in a messy hand, ash-smeared in places, dated 7-07-08
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I have a room. A room that’s all mine. Not a bunk, not a corner of a cell. A room. All fer me. Her Ladyship has a new House, and I got a room. All fer me. I don’t have a lot of stuff, not really. Clothes, my good stuff that My-She and Her Ladyship love so much, and all tha shirts I go through. My weapons systems, tha ones that I don’t leave stashed in Tox, just in case, mind you. She had a chest put in, so I can square it all away.
My-She helped me decorate, and so did Her Ladyship. My-She got me a big rug ta lay on, used ta be a bear. Smells of Den. Its soothing. Comfy too. I put up some pictures I got made. My part of tha Great Song. A Picture of My-She. I kinda went crazy with tha walls, and covered one wall with a reccy-pic of Tox, tha other a portrait of us Three, by tha fire. That one’s in colour, so I can see it proper when I walk as Fleshie.
I said I wanted plants, so I could smell tha green, and sleep on my mat easier, and wouldn’t yua know? I came Home one time and Her Ladyship had put grassy flowers in pots all around my mat, makin a little Den fer me. Now I can wake and see plants, not just walls when I open my eyes.
So many of my Pack are there, Her Ladyship, and Hers; Poncho and Denny, Ry has tha room next ta me. Merma stays with Poncho. Jon comes by often. My-She is only a Song away, with her own home ta keep, where I feel just as welcome by her and hers.
I'll likely still bed-down in tha Library fairly often too, in case i'm needed, just curl up here by tha side of tha Fire. But i got a room of my own. Its fer me. No bars ta cage me in, I come and go as I please. I don’t know how often I’ll be stayin there, but when I do, I know I can call it Home.
Pencil note in a messy hand, ash-smeared in places, dated 7-07-08
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I have a room. A room that’s all mine. Not a bunk, not a corner of a cell. A room. All fer me. Her Ladyship has a new House, and I got a room. All fer me. I don’t have a lot of stuff, not really. Clothes, my good stuff that My-She and Her Ladyship love so much, and all tha shirts I go through. My weapons systems, tha ones that I don’t leave stashed in Tox, just in case, mind you. She had a chest put in, so I can square it all away.
My-She helped me decorate, and so did Her Ladyship. My-She got me a big rug ta lay on, used ta be a bear. Smells of Den. Its soothing. Comfy too. I put up some pictures I got made. My part of tha Great Song. A Picture of My-She. I kinda went crazy with tha walls, and covered one wall with a reccy-pic of Tox, tha other a portrait of us Three, by tha fire. That one’s in colour, so I can see it proper when I walk as Fleshie.
I said I wanted plants, so I could smell tha green, and sleep on my mat easier, and wouldn’t yua know? I came Home one time and Her Ladyship had put grassy flowers in pots all around my mat, makin a little Den fer me. Now I can wake and see plants, not just walls when I open my eyes.
So many of my Pack are there, Her Ladyship, and Hers; Poncho and Denny, Ry has tha room next ta me. Merma stays with Poncho. Jon comes by often. My-She is only a Song away, with her own home ta keep, where I feel just as welcome by her and hers.
I'll likely still bed-down in tha Library fairly often too, in case i'm needed, just curl up here by tha side of tha Fire. But i got a room of my own. Its fer me. No bars ta cage me in, I come and go as I please. I don’t know how often I’ll be stayin there, but when I do, I know I can call it Home.
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