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in pencil, letters three lines high, dated 31/7/08
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dont ever do that again, it sucked
just in case - angel blood
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Bloody Shadows!
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Pencil entry, hastily written in a very messy hand. dated 27/7/08
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Bloody Shadows have been messin with tha Library. I came in and i could smell them. a bunch of em. Kishi, Blue, Quiet, some more. They had been in there, and there was a splatter of blood. Two splatters. Tasted of Kishi and Blue, i think. How did i know? well, i've treated Kishi's wounds i know her, and tha other? Hard not ta work that flavour out. I've tasted her kind before. There was a book on tha floor. Some sorta Pommey bondage and spankin book. Odd, but then i thought about it. Thats tha kinda thing they did. Fair enough. Weird, but fair enough.
Then a book fell off tha shelf. Not awready layin there, but fell off. Thats a sign. thats the Library talkin to me. It was a Fleshie History book, Europe early last century, before WW2. Full page picture of a giant mound of books, burnin. I looked at tha blood, and then at tha book. I looked at tha bookshelves and tha fire, and back to tha blood. "i aint gunna let that happen, Library . . " was all i could say. i got a feelin of smug self assurance. Weird that. it felt like it came from tha Library itself.
I gotta go, my mouth is burnin a bit, like Agent Orange, or somethin. There's someone outside too, i got a Duty.
Pencil entry, hastily written in a very messy hand. dated 27/7/08
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Bloody Shadows have been messin with tha Library. I came in and i could smell them. a bunch of em. Kishi, Blue, Quiet, some more. They had been in there, and there was a splatter of blood. Two splatters. Tasted of Kishi and Blue, i think. How did i know? well, i've treated Kishi's wounds i know her, and tha other? Hard not ta work that flavour out. I've tasted her kind before. There was a book on tha floor. Some sorta Pommey bondage and spankin book. Odd, but then i thought about it. Thats tha kinda thing they did. Fair enough. Weird, but fair enough.
Then a book fell off tha shelf. Not awready layin there, but fell off. Thats a sign. thats the Library talkin to me. It was a Fleshie History book, Europe early last century, before WW2. Full page picture of a giant mound of books, burnin. I looked at tha blood, and then at tha book. I looked at tha bookshelves and tha fire, and back to tha blood. "i aint gunna let that happen, Library . . " was all i could say. i got a feelin of smug self assurance. Weird that. it felt like it came from tha Library itself.
I gotta go, my mouth is burnin a bit, like Agent Orange, or somethin. There's someone outside too, i got a Duty.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Zion, Zion, where is Zion?
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pencil entry, dated 26/7/08
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I patted the stone fondly and slipped inta my Library home. Its like a warm and dry cave, quiet. Like a den. I’m always safe there, nothing bad can happen to me there. Not now. It looks after Its own. Marvin tha Bot is there, all stiff and golden. I like tha guy, hes shy, and clean. Smells of ozone a bit, but at least he don’t leak oil. Doesn’t think like a Fleshie, either, which is nice. Good ta have another non-human about. “allo” he says, scratchin his head “why are you crouched on the floor?” See, I like that. He asks questions when stuff doesn’t make sense ta him. Direct and easy ta live with. “me? well, see, this is where i grew up, with my head close to the ground, it looks natural from down here” HE nods and clanks out. Problem solved.
Zion tha Coven Oracle ran into the library, his face red, totally freaked out. "Aw, Grr, there you are!" odd, as I barely knew tha guy, but he looked in need, and I try ta help any what come callin. So I greet him friendly, never once tried ta cut his head off or threaten ta send HIM home to Arcann in pieces. I'm hospitable like that. Even after my run in with tha Head of tha Housewives last week when I casully popped my head in. Luckily he don’t think I’m too bright so he'll probably keep thinking me walkin in the front door was just clumsy espionage.
Either way, Zion the Oracle lame in need, and kinda freaked me by almost puttin his arms around me and then stops. "Erm.. well. You know me?" he's breathin heavy and holdin his forehead. I ask him "your brain explodin?" and he falls into a chair. "Damn it, Grr, this is me, Abby" that takes me by surprise, just a little. Zion just sits there holdin his head with two hands, shaking it. I pad up close and poke "him". Zion sighs, rolls his eyes and huffs a "Yeah". That’s Abby awright, I recognise her body language.
Zion, clench fisted, sits as his reddened face slowly gets back ta Fleshie normal, and he speaks at a fast pace "I... I thought it would be fun to try if it works. You know, a hunch, I couldnt resist. It worked all too well" I tried tha next trick in my bag, i looked at Zion and unfocussed my eyes, looking Within. Lookin inta tha Spirit. Zion swallows, and from Within, Abby looked back at me. "Yeah, I am her. All trapped, by my own ingenious trick" Zion pokes out a tongue. What is a critter ta do? "ok... Abi, thats FUCKED up, you know its bloody rude ta possess folks? and where is Zion? in there? pushed to tha back, vanished? evasporated? quashed, sharin?" Zion holds his head still, groanin. "I didnt really think much about that, but yeah, he popped into my precious, beautiful, pretty little body and..." He clenches his fist again, slamming it into the other "He is touching it and is being slutty and all"
Tha self-centered brat! "dammit Abi, a persons body is their own . . . thats oh, well, fairs fair then, HA" the idea of body swappin is distressin, but somehow, the distress that i'm seein looked ta be valuable, and it sounded tha real Zion was not too much of a threat. It sure riled Abbi.. " No fucking WAY, I want it back. But... ther.... is... a problem with that. I just can't" Zion went back ta holdin his head. So I got ta thinking again, “hmm, well, where is err, Zion now? and with who?” Zion just looks up and shrugs, befer answerin “Griffith.... at the Coven tried to reverse the spell, but You see. Here I am. I am not sure where Abby/Zion is now. That ain’t good. I always like ta know where my body is at all fuckin times. “you know, just in case, maybe we should go find him, her, it, . . .your body . . Sympathetic Magic and all . . . better if closer. This astral stuff really aint my bag, I’m a flesh and earth kinda shaman, good fer what ails tha body, I don’t like it when folks are messin with their Spirits. It aint Natural.
Zion shrugs and waves, without hope. "The Coven is on it. And I told the shadows too." Well, don’t that just take tha fuckin cake. Now tha denizens of tha Pit are in on it, we can expect mischief of an epic bloody scale. I think I expressed myself clear when I said” oh, great, now yer in tha shit . . . and like you haven’t tried out yer new male parts neither .. ha” Tha next thing surprised me though, he kinda blushed and squirmed. “Fuck, Grr, that was the most terrifying thing happening to me, you know. I had these demon girls all around me, and... he looks down between his legs and his face gets redder. Thank tha Goddess, they didn’t mess him up any worse than a good flirtin at. I think I can relax a bit, knowin that’s tha kind of reaction ta expect. SO I try ta cheer ‘em up “demon gals rock, luv, they really do” which leads Ziaon ta look at me funny, and say “Even the thought of that girl.... Yeeesh. It is hard to be a man.” Zion chuckles and leans back, covering his eyes with both palms.
“awright, if yer up ta it, we need ta get you over there i think” tha Coven, if they’re awready workin on it, best get all the afflicted tagether. unless ya need ta scrump it outta yer system a bit first? ya know, sow Zions wild oats a bit . . . I kinda lear, winkin, jutting an elbow out making nudging gestures. Zion pulls his palms down his face, regardin me with raised eyebrow. "You mean I shouldnt fight it?" Silly bloody Fleshies, always tryin ta fight their bodies over tha little stuff, then go and rampage when its destructive and againt Nature . . .”no dont fight it! fuck ya can't fight NATURE, luv, mate, whatever . .ha” HE just looks up at me with those eyes and fer a minute, I see inta them, tat ha soul that’s actually in there. He looks at me with wide eyes, breathing heavily. "You know that I never had sex, right?" Time ta wield tha stick again . . “well, yer soul might not have, who can say what yer body has been up ta? Zion bites his lip, thinking. "If you say so..." then he even bites his fist. "I had this surge of feelings, all over..." Poor sod.
“Look ,all im sayin is that if ya can bear it, ya should follow Nature's call. Nature knows tha Way” Zion shook his head to clear it. "I... this is out of control, damn it. I felt this great power, but it took control over me" I just leared, I figured which he meant, but I was rammin tha point home, so ta speak. "And now I meant the magic not the lust" he pipes up “they are often one and tha same, ya know? some folks channel one with tha other” I take a moment ta pad close and sniffs Zion's body all over, memorising his scent. No chance of losin him if there was a problem. Coverin my bases, tha septics would call it. Zion makes a face. "Anyways, now we could swordfight like... you know." Folks thin ki got a one track mind, but I’m just focussed. “err, with our cocks? i'd just as soon . . .not . . . if its awright with you . .. i leave that to Tha Pack. ow, right, trainin” like I say, one track. He laughed "Jeez, of course" Its half my nature, half me keeping it in his mind. Her mind, whatever . . . “gotcha. just hinkin of tha possibilities”
Zion rolls his eyes. "Guys" Ha, yeah, tha male of his species, not known fer their subtle breedin rituals. Well, mine neither, either side of tha Kin line. “wonder if Arcann has scrumped yer body yet? tha Coven are like that ya know, so i hear” That was mean of me, but I’m relentless, once I got a grip, I shake till I get my meal. Zion 's eyes snapped wide "WHAT?" What do you mean, damn it, we have to tie her up and put her in a cell. frowns "And hybernate her" I’m on a roll now, so I keep up tha fire . . “mhmmm, that'd stop him, sure, nothin like a unconcious body ta tell a guy "no"” and I just grin wickedly. “so, am i convincin ya well enough how BAD an idea this was?” I pause for a moment to let that one finish sinkin in then use another flank “got any tattoos? i got a couple. took a bit of doin, bein a Shifter and all but they're fer life . . .
Zion rolls his eyes, typical Abby. "I get it now, ok. And I have no idea if I have tatoos. I have not yet looked at... myself. And yeah, I smell." i keep rambling about my tatts “don't heal away . . . same with my major scars. no no, i dont mean THIS body .. .” and I lean over and poke Zion's body in four or five spots all at once. “i mean YER body. any tattoos?” and grin wider. “but, a shower we can arrange . . .” tha penny drops, I can almost hear it. Zion squeaks, most un-manly, ha “ Abby? Tatooos? What the? WHy?”
I just peek on firin away, suppressive fire of tha mind “and ya might want ta explore yer body a bit, know where all tha sore spots are” got him in a right state now, but at least there aint time fer mopin or poutin. We’re gonna get some action. Even if its simple, it’s a start. Zion just keeps sayin “Shit” cause tha depth of vulnerability has truly dawned. “well, mate . . hun . . .Abi . . . ya MIGHT by now . . .Zion stomped his feet frantically. Pouty behaviour. Gotta head that shit off. “lets get ya cleaned up, then we can go sort this out, maybe. you two need ta set some rules . . .i take it HES not vengeful?” Zion looks at me from standin as I stay in my happy crouch,his hands still on his face “a know, tha sort ta tattoo "my name is Zion" on yer forehead?” Zion gets it tagether a bit and replies “ He seems to enjoy this, damn it. He is all over touching himself, and stuff.” And shivers. “well, yer body is kinda unusual, even fer Tox. c'mon, shower, then we can talk.” Zion sighed, sniffin himself. "Okay" I say “awright, Hotel has showers that work” and we head over there. He walks like Abby. That’s a good sign too. Easy ta track, funny how much tha mind governs tha body. More proof that meat is just meat.
We get ta a hotel room, I shoulder tha door open, and scope tha place out, before I brace it back closed. Zion heads for tha bathroom and I sit but its door, facin out. Fleshies like their privacy, I know, shy about their bald bodies, I guess. I tell Zion I’ll just wait there. He strips down and gets a surprise when he gets all bare. “whoa” I hear him say as his belt hits tha floor. “best thing ya can do is wash all over, you'll get used ta how ya feel, and look . . .trust me . .havin a new body is quite a weird bloody thing.
Zion groaned and mumbled, I kept talking “i have THREE, ya know . . .” poor bugger almost choked. “WHAT?” I have a quick peek in, he’s starin down at his groin “three bodies, i got three bodies, this is my War Form, i got Fleshie, and my natural one.”
This is gunna be fun, he thought I meant three sets of genitals.
pencil entry, dated 26/7/08
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I patted the stone fondly and slipped inta my Library home. Its like a warm and dry cave, quiet. Like a den. I’m always safe there, nothing bad can happen to me there. Not now. It looks after Its own. Marvin tha Bot is there, all stiff and golden. I like tha guy, hes shy, and clean. Smells of ozone a bit, but at least he don’t leak oil. Doesn’t think like a Fleshie, either, which is nice. Good ta have another non-human about. “allo” he says, scratchin his head “why are you crouched on the floor?” See, I like that. He asks questions when stuff doesn’t make sense ta him. Direct and easy ta live with. “me? well, see, this is where i grew up, with my head close to the ground, it looks natural from down here” HE nods and clanks out. Problem solved.
Zion tha Coven Oracle ran into the library, his face red, totally freaked out. "Aw, Grr, there you are!" odd, as I barely knew tha guy, but he looked in need, and I try ta help any what come callin. So I greet him friendly, never once tried ta cut his head off or threaten ta send HIM home to Arcann in pieces. I'm hospitable like that. Even after my run in with tha Head of tha Housewives last week when I casully popped my head in. Luckily he don’t think I’m too bright so he'll probably keep thinking me walkin in the front door was just clumsy espionage.
Either way, Zion the Oracle lame in need, and kinda freaked me by almost puttin his arms around me and then stops. "Erm.. well. You know me?" he's breathin heavy and holdin his forehead. I ask him "your brain explodin?" and he falls into a chair. "Damn it, Grr, this is me, Abby" that takes me by surprise, just a little. Zion just sits there holdin his head with two hands, shaking it. I pad up close and poke "him". Zion sighs, rolls his eyes and huffs a "Yeah". That’s Abby awright, I recognise her body language.
Zion, clench fisted, sits as his reddened face slowly gets back ta Fleshie normal, and he speaks at a fast pace "I... I thought it would be fun to try if it works. You know, a hunch, I couldnt resist. It worked all too well" I tried tha next trick in my bag, i looked at Zion and unfocussed my eyes, looking Within. Lookin inta tha Spirit. Zion swallows, and from Within, Abby looked back at me. "Yeah, I am her. All trapped, by my own ingenious trick" Zion pokes out a tongue. What is a critter ta do? "ok... Abi, thats FUCKED up, you know its bloody rude ta possess folks? and where is Zion? in there? pushed to tha back, vanished? evasporated? quashed, sharin?" Zion holds his head still, groanin. "I didnt really think much about that, but yeah, he popped into my precious, beautiful, pretty little body and..." He clenches his fist again, slamming it into the other "He is touching it and is being slutty and all"
Tha self-centered brat! "dammit Abi, a persons body is their own . . . thats oh, well, fairs fair then, HA" the idea of body swappin is distressin, but somehow, the distress that i'm seein looked ta be valuable, and it sounded tha real Zion was not too much of a threat. It sure riled Abbi.. " No fucking WAY, I want it back. But... ther.... is... a problem with that. I just can't" Zion went back ta holdin his head. So I got ta thinking again, “hmm, well, where is err, Zion now? and with who?” Zion just looks up and shrugs, befer answerin “Griffith.... at the Coven tried to reverse the spell, but You see. Here I am. I am not sure where Abby/Zion is now. That ain’t good. I always like ta know where my body is at all fuckin times. “you know, just in case, maybe we should go find him, her, it, . . .your body . . Sympathetic Magic and all . . . better if closer. This astral stuff really aint my bag, I’m a flesh and earth kinda shaman, good fer what ails tha body, I don’t like it when folks are messin with their Spirits. It aint Natural.
Zion shrugs and waves, without hope. "The Coven is on it. And I told the shadows too." Well, don’t that just take tha fuckin cake. Now tha denizens of tha Pit are in on it, we can expect mischief of an epic bloody scale. I think I expressed myself clear when I said” oh, great, now yer in tha shit . . . and like you haven’t tried out yer new male parts neither .. ha” Tha next thing surprised me though, he kinda blushed and squirmed. “Fuck, Grr, that was the most terrifying thing happening to me, you know. I had these demon girls all around me, and... he looks down between his legs and his face gets redder. Thank tha Goddess, they didn’t mess him up any worse than a good flirtin at. I think I can relax a bit, knowin that’s tha kind of reaction ta expect. SO I try ta cheer ‘em up “demon gals rock, luv, they really do” which leads Ziaon ta look at me funny, and say “Even the thought of that girl.... Yeeesh. It is hard to be a man.” Zion chuckles and leans back, covering his eyes with both palms.
“awright, if yer up ta it, we need ta get you over there i think” tha Coven, if they’re awready workin on it, best get all the afflicted tagether. unless ya need ta scrump it outta yer system a bit first? ya know, sow Zions wild oats a bit . . . I kinda lear, winkin, jutting an elbow out making nudging gestures. Zion pulls his palms down his face, regardin me with raised eyebrow. "You mean I shouldnt fight it?" Silly bloody Fleshies, always tryin ta fight their bodies over tha little stuff, then go and rampage when its destructive and againt Nature . . .”no dont fight it! fuck ya can't fight NATURE, luv, mate, whatever . .ha” HE just looks up at me with those eyes and fer a minute, I see inta them, tat ha soul that’s actually in there. He looks at me with wide eyes, breathing heavily. "You know that I never had sex, right?" Time ta wield tha stick again . . “well, yer soul might not have, who can say what yer body has been up ta? Zion bites his lip, thinking. "If you say so..." then he even bites his fist. "I had this surge of feelings, all over..." Poor sod.
“Look ,all im sayin is that if ya can bear it, ya should follow Nature's call. Nature knows tha Way” Zion shook his head to clear it. "I... this is out of control, damn it. I felt this great power, but it took control over me" I just leared, I figured which he meant, but I was rammin tha point home, so ta speak. "And now I meant the magic not the lust" he pipes up “they are often one and tha same, ya know? some folks channel one with tha other” I take a moment ta pad close and sniffs Zion's body all over, memorising his scent. No chance of losin him if there was a problem. Coverin my bases, tha septics would call it. Zion makes a face. "Anyways, now we could swordfight like... you know." Folks thin ki got a one track mind, but I’m just focussed. “err, with our cocks? i'd just as soon . . .not . . . if its awright with you . .. i leave that to Tha Pack. ow, right, trainin” like I say, one track. He laughed "Jeez, of course" Its half my nature, half me keeping it in his mind. Her mind, whatever . . . “gotcha. just hinkin of tha possibilities”
Zion rolls his eyes. "Guys" Ha, yeah, tha male of his species, not known fer their subtle breedin rituals. Well, mine neither, either side of tha Kin line. “wonder if Arcann has scrumped yer body yet? tha Coven are like that ya know, so i hear” That was mean of me, but I’m relentless, once I got a grip, I shake till I get my meal. Zion 's eyes snapped wide "WHAT?" What do you mean, damn it, we have to tie her up and put her in a cell. frowns "And hybernate her" I’m on a roll now, so I keep up tha fire . . “mhmmm, that'd stop him, sure, nothin like a unconcious body ta tell a guy "no"” and I just grin wickedly. “so, am i convincin ya well enough how BAD an idea this was?” I pause for a moment to let that one finish sinkin in then use another flank “got any tattoos? i got a couple. took a bit of doin, bein a Shifter and all but they're fer life . . .
Zion rolls his eyes, typical Abby. "I get it now, ok. And I have no idea if I have tatoos. I have not yet looked at... myself. And yeah, I smell." i keep rambling about my tatts “don't heal away . . . same with my major scars. no no, i dont mean THIS body .. .” and I lean over and poke Zion's body in four or five spots all at once. “i mean YER body. any tattoos?” and grin wider. “but, a shower we can arrange . . .” tha penny drops, I can almost hear it. Zion squeaks, most un-manly, ha “ Abby? Tatooos? What the? WHy?”
I just peek on firin away, suppressive fire of tha mind “and ya might want ta explore yer body a bit, know where all tha sore spots are” got him in a right state now, but at least there aint time fer mopin or poutin. We’re gonna get some action. Even if its simple, it’s a start. Zion just keeps sayin “Shit” cause tha depth of vulnerability has truly dawned. “well, mate . . hun . . .Abi . . . ya MIGHT by now . . .Zion stomped his feet frantically. Pouty behaviour. Gotta head that shit off. “lets get ya cleaned up, then we can go sort this out, maybe. you two need ta set some rules . . .i take it HES not vengeful?” Zion looks at me from standin as I stay in my happy crouch,his hands still on his face “a know, tha sort ta tattoo "my name is Zion" on yer forehead?” Zion gets it tagether a bit and replies “ He seems to enjoy this, damn it. He is all over touching himself, and stuff.” And shivers. “well, yer body is kinda unusual, even fer Tox. c'mon, shower, then we can talk.” Zion sighed, sniffin himself. "Okay" I say “awright, Hotel has showers that work” and we head over there. He walks like Abby. That’s a good sign too. Easy ta track, funny how much tha mind governs tha body. More proof that meat is just meat.
We get ta a hotel room, I shoulder tha door open, and scope tha place out, before I brace it back closed. Zion heads for tha bathroom and I sit but its door, facin out. Fleshies like their privacy, I know, shy about their bald bodies, I guess. I tell Zion I’ll just wait there. He strips down and gets a surprise when he gets all bare. “whoa” I hear him say as his belt hits tha floor. “best thing ya can do is wash all over, you'll get used ta how ya feel, and look . . .trust me . .havin a new body is quite a weird bloody thing.
Zion groaned and mumbled, I kept talking “i have THREE, ya know . . .” poor bugger almost choked. “WHAT?” I have a quick peek in, he’s starin down at his groin “three bodies, i got three bodies, this is my War Form, i got Fleshie, and my natural one.”
This is gunna be fun, he thought I meant three sets of genitals.
Friday, July 25, 2008
A letter to Grr
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a small envelope from her pocket with "Coyote" written on the outside. Inside it there is a brief note, written in Joah's old-fashioned script. What appears to be ink is brownish red. There are a couple of blots of it on the paper. The tone is formal and stiff:
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"GrrBrool, I regret any harm I may have caused you. It is not my intention that any of Omega's be harmed. Thus I will walk the twilight streets, being ever so much more calm and purposeful since Legion's intervention. She showed me creation. And as you know, there is no new life unless a seed first dies. - Joah"
a small envelope from her pocket with "Coyote" written on the outside. Inside it there is a brief note, written in Joah's old-fashioned script. What appears to be ink is brownish red. There are a couple of blots of it on the paper. The tone is formal and stiff:
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"GrrBrool, I regret any harm I may have caused you. It is not my intention that any of Omega's be harmed. Thus I will walk the twilight streets, being ever so much more calm and purposeful since Legion's intervention. She showed me creation. And as you know, there is no new life unless a seed first dies. - Joah"
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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half a page, the bottom torn off, the top covered in pencil scratchings and scribbles as if the pencil was held in the palm and dragged over the paper till it broke
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;dslfgij ;dskg;sgjdfg tr9upgi gsj ;ois gs. sgyhs;gskgsknn
. llgggr;hj;fg k sj ss sfghdfhjh j
Joah
kjgiyr;hj;fg k sj ssh hhghhhdfhdf juyretyujucjgh
;igmpdfihgj hj;sfghj shj 'h'hj 'htojjrt9u8jeqyw4
half a page, the bottom torn off, the top covered in pencil scratchings and scribbles as if the pencil was held in the palm and dragged over the paper till it broke
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;dslfgij ;dskg;sgjdfg tr9upgi gsj ;ois gs. sgyhs;gskgsknn
. llgggr;hj;fg k sj ss sfghdfhjh j
Joah
kjgiyr;hj;fg k sj ssh hhghhhdfhdf juyretyujucjgh
;igmpdfihgj hj;sfghj shj 'h'hj 'htojjrt9u8jeqyw4
Cable-ties and Darkness
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Pencil entry dated 21/7/08 very messy, several of the ends of paragraphs trail off as if falling asleep whilst writing
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I was already riled from dealin with Abi, Her Ladyship was busy pickin up tha slack on tha paper, and we had had a full load paws on deck. Poncho had already wandered off, but Denny was still in, Merma, Joah and me. Nicholette had dropped in to, but to my delight, My-She came slinking in. I can't say how good that made me feel. I didn't think i'd be seein her in Tox any time soon. Don't know what brought her, but I was bloody grateful either way. Tha ground is softer under my paws when she is near.
Seems she's been feelin Joah's crazy too. She went straight up ta Joah and looked her over. Commented on "her new jewelry", the blade. That’s My-She. Insight. They dodged and prodded fer a bit until My-She relented and told Joah just to go get changed. Seems she had it in hsr head she was gunna take tha ferry ta tha mainland. She asked a good question, somethin we'd missed. Why. Why Joah had been cuttin on herself. We shoulda asked. Joah just evaded tha question when she got asked. This frustration eventually got tha better of My-She, she left again. In a Fury. Told Joah to ask if she finally decided ta get help. Out she went sayin again, she was of no furthur use.
I just slumped. Busy day fer a critter like me. No monsters to fight, fires ta put out, but just lots of brain sweat. I didn't notice what went on between Joah and Merma, all I saw was the blade coming away. Tha smell of Feather blood risin. I moved. I may have said somethin witty. Point is I clobbered Joah with a tackle and pinned her to tha floor. Her Ladyship was right behind me. Joah was flat out buggy. Missin a few sheep from tha top paddock. She was fightin me, that’s normal, I’d have expected that from anybody, but she said somethin as she was spittin and mouthin off.
She called me 'dog'. Now, I been called a lot of things by a lot of folks but Joah hadn't been one ta call names. Yeah I had just tackled her and Her Ladyship was gunna take her relic away. That bugged me though, made me think. So I said back ta her "bastard, dog, mutt, beast, animal, lycan yeah maybe, but I’m yer friend." she just spat some more. Her Ladyship just spoke once more, to me this time. She knew she didn't have ta explain and knew Joah wouldn't get it till it was too late. "cable-ties".
Now, if ya never have tha misfortune ta get propez cable-tied in yer life, good reader, count yer self lucky. It sucks. Here's tha deal. Take three heavy grade cable-ties, the ones that tha flat is finger-wide. Zip-ties tha septics call them I think. Anyway, ya first cuff tha wrists, flat. Then tha forearms just above tha elbows. Third one goes up and down through those two and through tha prisoner's belt. By lockin tha joints they can’t bring leverage ta bear. Do it right and ya can cut tha strength of a full grown combat primed lycan down to a 14 year old Fleshie. Same fer most Fangers. As long as they can’t burn, melt or cut them, it'll hold a demon too. Not long, but long enough.
Tie them tight and ya cut circulation. Do it right and ya can start takin fingers without them even feelin it. If they struggle ya can yank tha ties a click er two and show yer displeasure. If yer a right bastard ya can throw one wrist ta throat too. Do all that behind tha back and you got one helpless POW. Joah wasn't a POW though. She was my friend who was hurtin herself. Wrist, elbows and belt before she barely knew I was up ta somethin. That’s tha key, loose, cable-ties can get snapped, they're just dense nylon. Tough as fuckin nails, but just nylon.
Barely before, I said. She shoved with her mind, me bein a lot bigger and trained at doin this kinda thing, so like a good soldier, she fought with what she had. Our Joah is a Weaver. She blinded me with a will. Like a punch inside my head. I rolled off against tha wall next to tha fireplace ta get outta tha way. Typical Fleshie mistake. Important as it is, I don't need sight as much as tha rest of ya. Fuckin inconvenience. Long term it'd be tha end of me fer sure. But I had a mission. I sniffed. I listined. I waited as Her Ladyship read tha Riot Act ta her. Then she wailed.
I was already reelin from tha blindin but this was like a grenade in my head. I been conditioned fer modern combat. Full auto and barrage artillery. But there are things I can't handle. And a banshee's cry is one. I just yelped and fled, blind as far as I could. Made it to tha far wall, smashed through two book stands and a lamp ta get there, fuck, it hurt, awready blinded and now near ta deaf too. It was a bloody relief when Her Ladyship slapped her one and told her to look at me. She called me Her coyote. Things like that make it all better, ya know? i was cared fer, part of somethin. Some folks will go on and on about how they're loners, they don't need nothin, no-one. Well, when yer blind and half deaf hearin that someone is lookin out fer ya is all tha proof in tha world ya need folks.
Back ta Joah. See, even like that, i knew she needed me more than i needed helpin. I worked my way along tha wall over tha broken stuff and sat down in tha corner of the fireplace, ready ta jump if needs be. i had a pretty good idea where she was from tha sounds. From tha scents. at this range, i could get her again, no worries. I am used ta blind-fightin. I usually expect ta SEE again after though. Anyway, i dont need ta. Her Ladyship talked her down, kinda. With some harsh words and some gentle prodding, eventually i got my sight back. Eventually. With Merma there, i sat with Joah fer a while, made sure she weren't hurtin from the cable-ties. Not hurtin, but not gettin free anytime neither. I do my job well, thats all. I ain't one fer torturin my friends and Family, never have been. Trick was ta keep her safe and secure till we could sort out what ta do.
But tha strain eventually got ta me, killer headache, but Merma was there. So, after i made sure Joah wasn't too bad-off, gave Poncho an update as he wandered in, and buggered off. At least i left Joah safe and secure, where she's be looked after, and protected, not out on the streets, wild and gettin up ta Goddess knows what with that fuckin knife. I think tha knife is still connected with Nareth. Made Joah talk like her, makes her cut in things, like Nareth used ta. I hope i can use it ta track her. Bring her back from tha beyond. She's out there, lost, alone. Our Huntress, Her Ladyships Childer. i need ta find her for Her.
Its what i do.
Pencil entry dated 21/7/08 very messy, several of the ends of paragraphs trail off as if falling asleep whilst writing
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I was already riled from dealin with Abi, Her Ladyship was busy pickin up tha slack on tha paper, and we had had a full load paws on deck. Poncho had already wandered off, but Denny was still in, Merma, Joah and me. Nicholette had dropped in to, but to my delight, My-She came slinking in. I can't say how good that made me feel. I didn't think i'd be seein her in Tox any time soon. Don't know what brought her, but I was bloody grateful either way. Tha ground is softer under my paws when she is near.
Seems she's been feelin Joah's crazy too. She went straight up ta Joah and looked her over. Commented on "her new jewelry", the blade. That’s My-She. Insight. They dodged and prodded fer a bit until My-She relented and told Joah just to go get changed. Seems she had it in hsr head she was gunna take tha ferry ta tha mainland. She asked a good question, somethin we'd missed. Why. Why Joah had been cuttin on herself. We shoulda asked. Joah just evaded tha question when she got asked. This frustration eventually got tha better of My-She, she left again. In a Fury. Told Joah to ask if she finally decided ta get help. Out she went sayin again, she was of no furthur use.
I just slumped. Busy day fer a critter like me. No monsters to fight, fires ta put out, but just lots of brain sweat. I didn't notice what went on between Joah and Merma, all I saw was the blade coming away. Tha smell of Feather blood risin. I moved. I may have said somethin witty. Point is I clobbered Joah with a tackle and pinned her to tha floor. Her Ladyship was right behind me. Joah was flat out buggy. Missin a few sheep from tha top paddock. She was fightin me, that’s normal, I’d have expected that from anybody, but she said somethin as she was spittin and mouthin off.
She called me 'dog'. Now, I been called a lot of things by a lot of folks but Joah hadn't been one ta call names. Yeah I had just tackled her and Her Ladyship was gunna take her relic away. That bugged me though, made me think. So I said back ta her "bastard, dog, mutt, beast, animal, lycan yeah maybe, but I’m yer friend." she just spat some more. Her Ladyship just spoke once more, to me this time. She knew she didn't have ta explain and knew Joah wouldn't get it till it was too late. "cable-ties".
Now, if ya never have tha misfortune ta get propez cable-tied in yer life, good reader, count yer self lucky. It sucks. Here's tha deal. Take three heavy grade cable-ties, the ones that tha flat is finger-wide. Zip-ties tha septics call them I think. Anyway, ya first cuff tha wrists, flat. Then tha forearms just above tha elbows. Third one goes up and down through those two and through tha prisoner's belt. By lockin tha joints they can’t bring leverage ta bear. Do it right and ya can cut tha strength of a full grown combat primed lycan down to a 14 year old Fleshie. Same fer most Fangers. As long as they can’t burn, melt or cut them, it'll hold a demon too. Not long, but long enough.
Tie them tight and ya cut circulation. Do it right and ya can start takin fingers without them even feelin it. If they struggle ya can yank tha ties a click er two and show yer displeasure. If yer a right bastard ya can throw one wrist ta throat too. Do all that behind tha back and you got one helpless POW. Joah wasn't a POW though. She was my friend who was hurtin herself. Wrist, elbows and belt before she barely knew I was up ta somethin. That’s tha key, loose, cable-ties can get snapped, they're just dense nylon. Tough as fuckin nails, but just nylon.
Barely before, I said. She shoved with her mind, me bein a lot bigger and trained at doin this kinda thing, so like a good soldier, she fought with what she had. Our Joah is a Weaver. She blinded me with a will. Like a punch inside my head. I rolled off against tha wall next to tha fireplace ta get outta tha way. Typical Fleshie mistake. Important as it is, I don't need sight as much as tha rest of ya. Fuckin inconvenience. Long term it'd be tha end of me fer sure. But I had a mission. I sniffed. I listined. I waited as Her Ladyship read tha Riot Act ta her. Then she wailed.
I was already reelin from tha blindin but this was like a grenade in my head. I been conditioned fer modern combat. Full auto and barrage artillery. But there are things I can't handle. And a banshee's cry is one. I just yelped and fled, blind as far as I could. Made it to tha far wall, smashed through two book stands and a lamp ta get there, fuck, it hurt, awready blinded and now near ta deaf too. It was a bloody relief when Her Ladyship slapped her one and told her to look at me. She called me Her coyote. Things like that make it all better, ya know? i was cared fer, part of somethin. Some folks will go on and on about how they're loners, they don't need nothin, no-one. Well, when yer blind and half deaf hearin that someone is lookin out fer ya is all tha proof in tha world ya need folks.
Back ta Joah. See, even like that, i knew she needed me more than i needed helpin. I worked my way along tha wall over tha broken stuff and sat down in tha corner of the fireplace, ready ta jump if needs be. i had a pretty good idea where she was from tha sounds. From tha scents. at this range, i could get her again, no worries. I am used ta blind-fightin. I usually expect ta SEE again after though. Anyway, i dont need ta. Her Ladyship talked her down, kinda. With some harsh words and some gentle prodding, eventually i got my sight back. Eventually. With Merma there, i sat with Joah fer a while, made sure she weren't hurtin from the cable-ties. Not hurtin, but not gettin free anytime neither. I do my job well, thats all. I ain't one fer torturin my friends and Family, never have been. Trick was ta keep her safe and secure till we could sort out what ta do.
But tha strain eventually got ta me, killer headache, but Merma was there. So, after i made sure Joah wasn't too bad-off, gave Poncho an update as he wandered in, and buggered off. At least i left Joah safe and secure, where she's be looked after, and protected, not out on the streets, wild and gettin up ta Goddess knows what with that fuckin knife. I think tha knife is still connected with Nareth. Made Joah talk like her, makes her cut in things, like Nareth used ta. I hope i can use it ta track her. Bring her back from tha beyond. She's out there, lost, alone. Our Huntress, Her Ladyships Childer. i need ta find her for Her.
Its what i do.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Learnin fer life
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pencil entry dated 20/7/08
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Change or die
Fight or die.
Learn or die.
These were tha three lessons i first learnt when tha 7RAR-L got me. Harsh, maybe. Fair? Who knows. I guess there was already a lesson learnt before those three. Obey. When i teach, i expect tha same. I dont care ta teach unless tha lesson is important. I dont teach unless tha one learnin is worth it.
Abi, Lari and Lorne's child, Nareth's Ward. I been tryin ta give her some direction. My specialty? combat trainin and tactics. i'm not tha worlds best fighter by a long shot, but i learnt by tha numbers, and i understand it good. i'm good at stayin alive. SHe needs that kinda skillset, being who she is and what she is. a right brat. a right brat with Powers.
I gave her sword lessons at tha House. i gave her street lessons in Tox. She got another lesson in tha Library. We were sittin about, Denny, Poncho, Her Ladyship, Denny's "sister" another Feather from the Righteous, and some others. Binx tha street-kit was there, all fuzz and bone.
Tha talk ran to tha Shadows, and why we should be wary of 'em. Denny was first ta jump to, when Abi mentioned she thought they were chicken, and was giddy with pride at havin turned Blue's fur and features pink. Fast way ta get yer skull set on a pike if ya ask me. Abi laughed it off, and then got indignant when we tried ta tell her about what tha Shadows do fer FUN, when they find they dont like someone no more. Denny had his time with them ta go on, i had my time in tha Pack, against em, and what they did ta Choi and Pix.
She didn't take our ministerin well, and pretty much mouthed off hard. She let a few remarks slide ta Binx, who, bein tha street-hard kit she is, took it as a slight to her rep. When yer born to tha street, rep is what ya got ta show fer yerself. When push came ta shove, Binx let fly with a claw, and caught our Abi with her eyes screwed shut and her tongue pokin out.
Gave her a fuckin good cut to tha tongue. I jumped too, and hauled Binx out, which i was damn sorry ta do, but i got to. Family over refugees. I had a duty ta protect my Family, and only we get ta discipline our own. Abi just stood there stunned holdin her bleein face as i frogmarched Binx out and showed her tha door, poor kit, but, thats what temper gets ya, a lesson fer them both, really.
Abi had ducked upstairs and was tryin ta wash her face out, she refused my gauze ta start with nad stomped up, Her Ladyship sent me up after her, with a suggestion that i tend her and teach her tha proper way ta treat our guests. Tha kind of suggestion that makes me click my heels tagether and salute.
So I go up, and there she is spitten blood all over tha place. Tongues bleed bad. Its a fuckin nasty way ta kill someone too, ta take tha tongue. Slow, takes away a Feshies great Gift. Speech. You wanna put tha fear inta a village and still get somethin? Tear out a few tongues. Start with tha first ta speak out against ya. Where was I? Uh yeah, Abi. So, she's bleedin and panicin a bit. I grab her head, I got big paws, any claws add ta my grippin distance. I ask her ta poke her tongue out, which she's only too fond of doin.
Its inflamed. Kit-wounds do that. I get out my local/anti-inflam gel and get it onta tha wound. Tha swellin was helpin by that time, and she ain't doin too bad. I start givin her tha "Anger and Wildness" speech. Tha one I got not long after I learnt ta talk, but befor I got released inta Basic. About how Anger is a tool, how wildness is nature but how wild anger gets ya killed. Gets ya pack killed. Gets yer friends killed.
I fix her wound with Betadine, which she takes pretty good and she asks if we're respected. I see her angle. We're not a feared fightin force. We ain't feared fer draggin folks we feel like inta our lair and layen em open like a fish. I explain as best I can that we're respected cause we keep our heads when tha waste hits tha spinnin blades. What I don't say is we're feared cause we do things like raisin Dimentox. Like we set two factions against each other so a third can fill tha gap.
I tell her that her attitude is riskin us all, and that its lame. She kinda gets it. I suggest to her that we got things, books on tha topic of proper behavior. That I owed it ta her Mothers ta see her safe. I used tha carrot and stick. Tha stick bein a big fuck-off tome from tha 1800's on how ta be a dainty lady and eat cucumber sandwiches with no crusts. Tha other was my old Army Conduct manual. That worked.
Her Ladyship gave her a talkin too as well. She took it pretty well, it seems . . but later on, she came back, book in pieces, makin paper planes from it. Memorized it but no grasp of it. Like a child. Well, she IS a child. I hope i can keep her alive long enough ta grow into tha woman Lari and Nareth woulda wanted her ta be. Even if i can't tell tha Huntress, i'll show her . . . eventually.
pencil entry dated 20/7/08
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Change or die
Fight or die.
Learn or die.
These were tha three lessons i first learnt when tha 7RAR-L got me. Harsh, maybe. Fair? Who knows. I guess there was already a lesson learnt before those three. Obey. When i teach, i expect tha same. I dont care ta teach unless tha lesson is important. I dont teach unless tha one learnin is worth it.
Abi, Lari and Lorne's child, Nareth's Ward. I been tryin ta give her some direction. My specialty? combat trainin and tactics. i'm not tha worlds best fighter by a long shot, but i learnt by tha numbers, and i understand it good. i'm good at stayin alive. SHe needs that kinda skillset, being who she is and what she is. a right brat. a right brat with Powers.
I gave her sword lessons at tha House. i gave her street lessons in Tox. She got another lesson in tha Library. We were sittin about, Denny, Poncho, Her Ladyship, Denny's "sister" another Feather from the Righteous, and some others. Binx tha street-kit was there, all fuzz and bone.
Tha talk ran to tha Shadows, and why we should be wary of 'em. Denny was first ta jump to, when Abi mentioned she thought they were chicken, and was giddy with pride at havin turned Blue's fur and features pink. Fast way ta get yer skull set on a pike if ya ask me. Abi laughed it off, and then got indignant when we tried ta tell her about what tha Shadows do fer FUN, when they find they dont like someone no more. Denny had his time with them ta go on, i had my time in tha Pack, against em, and what they did ta Choi and Pix.
She didn't take our ministerin well, and pretty much mouthed off hard. She let a few remarks slide ta Binx, who, bein tha street-hard kit she is, took it as a slight to her rep. When yer born to tha street, rep is what ya got ta show fer yerself. When push came ta shove, Binx let fly with a claw, and caught our Abi with her eyes screwed shut and her tongue pokin out.
Gave her a fuckin good cut to tha tongue. I jumped too, and hauled Binx out, which i was damn sorry ta do, but i got to. Family over refugees. I had a duty ta protect my Family, and only we get ta discipline our own. Abi just stood there stunned holdin her bleein face as i frogmarched Binx out and showed her tha door, poor kit, but, thats what temper gets ya, a lesson fer them both, really.
Abi had ducked upstairs and was tryin ta wash her face out, she refused my gauze ta start with nad stomped up, Her Ladyship sent me up after her, with a suggestion that i tend her and teach her tha proper way ta treat our guests. Tha kind of suggestion that makes me click my heels tagether and salute.
So I go up, and there she is spitten blood all over tha place. Tongues bleed bad. Its a fuckin nasty way ta kill someone too, ta take tha tongue. Slow, takes away a Feshies great Gift. Speech. You wanna put tha fear inta a village and still get somethin? Tear out a few tongues. Start with tha first ta speak out against ya. Where was I? Uh yeah, Abi. So, she's bleedin and panicin a bit. I grab her head, I got big paws, any claws add ta my grippin distance. I ask her ta poke her tongue out, which she's only too fond of doin.
Its inflamed. Kit-wounds do that. I get out my local/anti-inflam gel and get it onta tha wound. Tha swellin was helpin by that time, and she ain't doin too bad. I start givin her tha "Anger and Wildness" speech. Tha one I got not long after I learnt ta talk, but befor I got released inta Basic. About how Anger is a tool, how wildness is nature but how wild anger gets ya killed. Gets ya pack killed. Gets yer friends killed.
I fix her wound with Betadine, which she takes pretty good and she asks if we're respected. I see her angle. We're not a feared fightin force. We ain't feared fer draggin folks we feel like inta our lair and layen em open like a fish. I explain as best I can that we're respected cause we keep our heads when tha waste hits tha spinnin blades. What I don't say is we're feared cause we do things like raisin Dimentox. Like we set two factions against each other so a third can fill tha gap.
I tell her that her attitude is riskin us all, and that its lame. She kinda gets it. I suggest to her that we got things, books on tha topic of proper behavior. That I owed it ta her Mothers ta see her safe. I used tha carrot and stick. Tha stick bein a big fuck-off tome from tha 1800's on how ta be a dainty lady and eat cucumber sandwiches with no crusts. Tha other was my old Army Conduct manual. That worked.
Her Ladyship gave her a talkin too as well. She took it pretty well, it seems . . but later on, she came back, book in pieces, makin paper planes from it. Memorized it but no grasp of it. Like a child. Well, she IS a child. I hope i can keep her alive long enough ta grow into tha woman Lari and Nareth woulda wanted her ta be. Even if i can't tell tha Huntress, i'll show her . . . eventually.
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