dIt's the book I'm reading, it's good heh.
I'm bored, on edge and triggered.
I watched Boy's don't cry it was awesome but it was triggery.
And then I watched SVU...which was triggery.
So guess who is triggered? Yep that'd be me.
Uhm I'm driving w/ Dad tomorrow. We have to get dog food and then get petrol and then tax Mavis. Which reminds me, she doesn't start particularly well. Buuut, I did park her nicely today and I was super proud
OMG AN ADVERT FOR HARRY POTTER!
I asked mum to get the box set on DVD for me. I *love* the Harry Potter series, they are most probably my favourite series book and film, ever.
And today American Beauty and Trainspotting came in the post and soon I should have Dad's 3 DVD's for Christmas and The Runaways which I ordered.
Now Nano is over I totally have time for films, I love it. I really missed film time.
Oh, I did some clicker with Helen and Zoh today, he was really good, it was all about getting him to stay calm and lower his head which is apparently a calming position for a horse. He caught on really fast then got stroppy cause he wasn't doing much physically and he has an attention span like mine..crap.
Mmmmmm, we might be working Jaff a little bit tomorrow with me on him :P Just getting him walking to and fro that kind of thing, though it will probably be Saturday when it's light so we can see what is going on lol
I have cold toes.
And, you know what?
I miss Dave.
Showing posts with label Nano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nano. Show all posts
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Nano!
I finished my nano!
Well...I finished Nano.
I haven't finished MY nano lol.
I drove Mavis tomorrow, it was epic. And tomorrow..today I get to drive on my own lol.
We've already tinselled headcollars and the advent calendar is at the yard. The dog's ones are in my room aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand mine and Smells are in the fridge.
I've ordered something for Smell and I've ordered something for mum but Mum's won't be here til after christmas which means the trip to London Dave and I will be making will involve hunting for something for momma!
I'm going to be srsly poor after winter. Like...srsly. The yard bills are gunna almost cripple me and I keep spending money so unless it's a necessary christmas thing..NO MORE! Laney, you officially can hit me with a pillow if I spend anything o.o
Helen is coming tomorrow to do some clicker with Zoh and we might see if she can do a little work with Jaffskii, we're gunna take his tack up with us.
I'm really excited about being able to drive and having Mavis. Though her clutch makes me angry >.> I get to drive around tomorrow and maybe see about cinema on Tuesday with Dave :D
Well...I finished Nano.
I haven't finished MY nano lol.
I drove Mavis tomorrow, it was epic. And tomorrow..today I get to drive on my own lol.
We've already tinselled headcollars and the advent calendar is at the yard. The dog's ones are in my room aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand mine and Smells are in the fridge.
I've ordered something for Smell and I've ordered something for mum but Mum's won't be here til after christmas which means the trip to London Dave and I will be making will involve hunting for something for momma!
I'm going to be srsly poor after winter. Like...srsly. The yard bills are gunna almost cripple me and I keep spending money so unless it's a necessary christmas thing..NO MORE! Laney, you officially can hit me with a pillow if I spend anything o.o
Helen is coming tomorrow to do some clicker with Zoh and we might see if she can do a little work with Jaffskii, we're gunna take his tack up with us.
I'm really excited about being able to drive and having Mavis. Though her clutch makes me angry >.> I get to drive around tomorrow and maybe see about cinema on Tuesday with Dave :D
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Mavis.
Tomorrow we pick up Mavis. Mavis is my car. That's right you heard me. I have a freakn' car. HOW COOL IS THAT?!
And I have 80 words to write to finish nano :D
And I have 80 words to write to finish nano :D
Friday, 25 November 2011
Okaaaaay!
I keep forgetting about posting here! It's bad lol.
I'm totally engrossed in my Nano, which is my excuse >.>
Zoh had his wolf teeth out, I have one :D
Uhmmmm that's about it?
Oh! I'm going to see the Spanish Riding School in London tomorrow and and and when Dave gets paid we're going to Covent Garden together ^.^ Yay hehe.
Yeah, so Nano is going well, I have to write a lot more tonight to make sure I'm not behind for tomorrow.
Mm, I'm excited about CG more than the Spanish Riding School lol xD
I wanna go to build a bear and build a bear w/ Dave :D And we want bubble tea too lol
I'll try and remember to post more and proper posts too.
On the First of Dec I WILL post properly every day no more "Moths. Fucking Things." posts as funny as they are *cough*Laney*cough*
I'm totally engrossed in my Nano, which is my excuse >.>
Zoh had his wolf teeth out, I have one :D
Uhmmmm that's about it?
Oh! I'm going to see the Spanish Riding School in London tomorrow and and and when Dave gets paid we're going to Covent Garden together ^.^ Yay hehe.
Yeah, so Nano is going well, I have to write a lot more tonight to make sure I'm not behind for tomorrow.
Mm, I'm excited about CG more than the Spanish Riding School lol xD
I wanna go to build a bear and build a bear w/ Dave :D And we want bubble tea too lol
I'll try and remember to post more and proper posts too.
On the First of Dec I WILL post properly every day no more "Moths. Fucking Things." posts as funny as they are *cough*Laney*cough*
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Monday, 7 November 2011
somethingorother
i'm not really sure what to say..i've been feeling kinda shite lately i spose
eh.
nano's going alright though heh i'm above target..yay me.
CET: 329
CBO: 638
CO: - 309
eh.
nano's going alright though heh i'm above target..yay me.
CET: 329
CBO: 638
CO: - 309
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
It Begins.
Nanoooo. And this is also new: http://itbegins-nano2011.blogspot.com/ I'm blogging my Nano this year..feel free to read it, or don't. Either or.
CET: 800
CBO: 561
CO: 239
CET: 800
CBO: 561
CO: 239
Monday, 31 October 2011
All Hallows.
I'mma do a proper post tomorrow, I feel kinda..bleh.
Uhm, Halloween was cool, the littles really enjoyed themselves.
Nano starts..today :P Can't wait :P
CET: 810
CBO: 882
CO: 72
Uhm, Halloween was cool, the littles really enjoyed themselves.
Nano starts..today :P Can't wait :P
CET: 810
CBO: 882
CO: 72
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Shadymont #8
Shadymont #8:
“I need some supple wood, find some saplings.” Scout and Hollo split away and returned after a short while dragging a sapling under each arm. Tosha split the saplings and attached them together with the vine. “I need more vine” as she spoke Scout took off up a vine and pulled it down in the same way Tosha had before. Hollo and Scout helped to pull the three pigs onto the makeshift sled and lashed them down using the second vine. Using half of the vine, Tosha made a pair of quick harnesses which she looped round herself and Scout before attaching them to the sled.
“I can help,” said Hollo stepping forwards.
“You’ll be more help in the air, we will be moving slow, I need you to make sure there is no one near.” Hollo leapt into the air, switching into the familiar owl shape while Scout and Tosha shifted into wolves. Growling lightly, Scout pulled forwards, digging his claws into the ground needing the sled to make the first move to make the rest of the journey easier. As it slowly slid forwards they morphed into horses making it easier to pull the sled. Speeding up to a slow trot the pair of them easily kept pace with the pale owl floating smoothly ahead.
“Stop.” Said Tosha loudly as she shifted. “Something isn’t right.” She stepped out of the harness and paused, she shifted into her collie form before dropping her nose and trotting forwards. She paused with her front leg lifted her nose raised in the air; morphing she leant down and touched the ground. “There was a struggle.” She stood and turned to Scout. “Someone has our family.” Scout dropped to his knees. Tosha cast her mind as far as it would go searching for the faintest sign of her family. She could hear a faint whisper of Bux’s voice; turning to face it she took off and cawed loudly as she flew. She continued to shout with her mind to Bux. She could hear gently flapping behind her and reached back to sense Scout and Hollo behind her. Scout’s mind was in turmoil, he had never been without his family before and she could feel him falling apart.
“I need you to stay strong, Scout. I need you to help me with this.” He cawed his response and continued to fly.
“Tosha! Scout!” shouted a voice.
“Bux!” they responded in unison.
“Don’t come any closer! Soriters. They have us all, follow us at a distance and we’ll keep you up to date. I don’t think they realise we are teles or there are more of us. Keep out of sight, I mean it.” Tosha dropped down and landed human, Scout and Hollo followed.
“What’s happening?” question Hollo.
“Soriters have our family.” Hollo went pale.
“What are their names, I might know them, I might be able to talk to them.” Tosha questioned Bux and he explained he didn’t know. She relayed the information to Hollo.
“We need to think about this tactically. We need food, we need to go and deal with the pigs. They’re set up for the night; they won’t be leaving until first light that gives us...8 hours at best.” She placed her hand gently on Scout’s shoulder. “We’ll get them back, don’t worry.” He smiled faintly at her before following her to go back and fetch the pigs.
Bux passed the message along to the others; Tosha and Scout were nearby. He saw Finora relax as she knew her boy was safe. Malet had her eyes closed; she was connected to all the members of her family, Hollo included, via the necklaces. She had injected a little of herself into each of them so she could sense if they wearer was who it was supposed to be and deal with them if it was not. She could sense that the hunting party was close; she could also sense that the metal was pulling a little power from them as they rested. She looked at Bux and he opened her mind.
“They are safe.” He smiled gratefully to her before thanking her.
“I need some supple wood, find some saplings.” Scout and Hollo split away and returned after a short while dragging a sapling under each arm. Tosha split the saplings and attached them together with the vine. “I need more vine” as she spoke Scout took off up a vine and pulled it down in the same way Tosha had before. Hollo and Scout helped to pull the three pigs onto the makeshift sled and lashed them down using the second vine. Using half of the vine, Tosha made a pair of quick harnesses which she looped round herself and Scout before attaching them to the sled.
“I can help,” said Hollo stepping forwards.
“You’ll be more help in the air, we will be moving slow, I need you to make sure there is no one near.” Hollo leapt into the air, switching into the familiar owl shape while Scout and Tosha shifted into wolves. Growling lightly, Scout pulled forwards, digging his claws into the ground needing the sled to make the first move to make the rest of the journey easier. As it slowly slid forwards they morphed into horses making it easier to pull the sled. Speeding up to a slow trot the pair of them easily kept pace with the pale owl floating smoothly ahead.
“Stop.” Said Tosha loudly as she shifted. “Something isn’t right.” She stepped out of the harness and paused, she shifted into her collie form before dropping her nose and trotting forwards. She paused with her front leg lifted her nose raised in the air; morphing she leant down and touched the ground. “There was a struggle.” She stood and turned to Scout. “Someone has our family.” Scout dropped to his knees. Tosha cast her mind as far as it would go searching for the faintest sign of her family. She could hear a faint whisper of Bux’s voice; turning to face it she took off and cawed loudly as she flew. She continued to shout with her mind to Bux. She could hear gently flapping behind her and reached back to sense Scout and Hollo behind her. Scout’s mind was in turmoil, he had never been without his family before and she could feel him falling apart.
“I need you to stay strong, Scout. I need you to help me with this.” He cawed his response and continued to fly.
“Tosha! Scout!” shouted a voice.
“Bux!” they responded in unison.
“Don’t come any closer! Soriters. They have us all, follow us at a distance and we’ll keep you up to date. I don’t think they realise we are teles or there are more of us. Keep out of sight, I mean it.” Tosha dropped down and landed human, Scout and Hollo followed.
“What’s happening?” question Hollo.
“Soriters have our family.” Hollo went pale.
“What are their names, I might know them, I might be able to talk to them.” Tosha questioned Bux and he explained he didn’t know. She relayed the information to Hollo.
“We need to think about this tactically. We need food, we need to go and deal with the pigs. They’re set up for the night; they won’t be leaving until first light that gives us...8 hours at best.” She placed her hand gently on Scout’s shoulder. “We’ll get them back, don’t worry.” He smiled faintly at her before following her to go back and fetch the pigs.
Bux passed the message along to the others; Tosha and Scout were nearby. He saw Finora relax as she knew her boy was safe. Malet had her eyes closed; she was connected to all the members of her family, Hollo included, via the necklaces. She had injected a little of herself into each of them so she could sense if they wearer was who it was supposed to be and deal with them if it was not. She could sense that the hunting party was close; she could also sense that the metal was pulling a little power from them as they rested. She looked at Bux and he opened her mind.
“They are safe.” He smiled gratefully to her before thanking her.
Monday, 7 March 2011
Shadymont #7
Shadymont #7:
“I know he is here somewhere” his voice rattled louder with anger. “I want to know where he is. Who he is hiding with. And I want to know what he knows.” His horse tossed its head nervously as it sensed his anger. “Chalent, Molov go out to the East see what you can find. Solen go west. Halen you will stay with me. Go.” He dismissed them curtly, turned his horse and set off at a brisk trot with Halen behind him. In their wake they left the dead body of Durko leaning against the tree with the arrow shaft still poking out from his bloodstained white shirt.
“Find him.” Vixor cast the message loudly to his followers via his mind.
Bux woke the group and called Tosha down from her watch post. She cast her mind out one final time to ensure they were safe before gliding down and landing as herself.
“We need to go hunting again. Tosha and Scout can you two find us something other than deer?” Tosha grinned.
“There are a herd of escaped cattle to the North and a few wild pigs to the East. Which do you want?”
“Can I come?” asked Hollo. “I can shift and I won’t be lame on my arm.” Tosha looked to Finora for guidance. She nodded her agreement. Hollo grinned and stood up beside Tosha and Scout.
“So, beef or pork?”
“Pork.” Nodding, the three of them shifted into birds; a magpie, a crow and a snow white owl. Following Tosha’s lead the three of them took off in hunt of food.
In their absence Bux and everyone else begun to pack up in preparation to move slowly onwards. Suddenly Bux and Heno stopped and looked directly up. Above them were five white owls staring down.
“Soriter!” Shouted Bux and Heno in unison, “Finora, Malet, get out of here NOW!” Bux shifted into a large eagle and flew directly at the owls. Two dropped straight down to meet him halfway and they begun to fight in the sky. Two other owls dropped past the fight and intercepted Malet, Heno and Finora. The final owl circled slowly down to the ground as Bux was finally knocked down and pinned to the ground. All five owls shifted into their human forms and the four rebels had metal collars placed around their necks. Bux attempted to shift and as his formed blurred before he changed he received a sharp shock from the collar causing him to yell and drop to the floor.
“Shifter collars.” Said one of the Soriters. “They work well don’t you think?” Bux growled at him loudly. He shouted to Heno with his mind, who physically winced.
“Good, you can still hear me. Keep shouting to Scout and Tosha, we don’t need them caught as well. I thought we had moved out of their travel path.”
“They might have heard us packing to leave.” The two of them sent messages to Malet and Finora, breaking through their mental walls, letting them know they were going to keep calling out for Tosha and Scout.
Meanwhile, the hunting party had located the pigs and were flying low in order to switch when they needed to.
“Switch when I do. Scout go left, Hollo go right.” She broke through Hollo’s walls distracting him so he almost collided with a tree. He hooted softly at her and swung right. Tosha switched in midair and landed expertly as a wolf, she snarled as she lunged after the fleeing pigs. Scout and Hollo touched down either side of her and locked onto one of the pigs and giving chase. The pigs squealed loudly as they ran, pushing through ferns and branches. With a leap Scout and Tosha took down their prey, seconds later they heard Hollo doing the same. Hollo appeared, pushing through a large fern, dragging his kill behind him. Tosha pulled on a large vine that was hanging near her, shimmying up it she pulled a flint from her pocket and cut it down, as she begun to fall she switched landing as a magpie before turning back.
“I know he is here somewhere” his voice rattled louder with anger. “I want to know where he is. Who he is hiding with. And I want to know what he knows.” His horse tossed its head nervously as it sensed his anger. “Chalent, Molov go out to the East see what you can find. Solen go west. Halen you will stay with me. Go.” He dismissed them curtly, turned his horse and set off at a brisk trot with Halen behind him. In their wake they left the dead body of Durko leaning against the tree with the arrow shaft still poking out from his bloodstained white shirt.
“Find him.” Vixor cast the message loudly to his followers via his mind.
Bux woke the group and called Tosha down from her watch post. She cast her mind out one final time to ensure they were safe before gliding down and landing as herself.
“We need to go hunting again. Tosha and Scout can you two find us something other than deer?” Tosha grinned.
“There are a herd of escaped cattle to the North and a few wild pigs to the East. Which do you want?”
“Can I come?” asked Hollo. “I can shift and I won’t be lame on my arm.” Tosha looked to Finora for guidance. She nodded her agreement. Hollo grinned and stood up beside Tosha and Scout.
“So, beef or pork?”
“Pork.” Nodding, the three of them shifted into birds; a magpie, a crow and a snow white owl. Following Tosha’s lead the three of them took off in hunt of food.
In their absence Bux and everyone else begun to pack up in preparation to move slowly onwards. Suddenly Bux and Heno stopped and looked directly up. Above them were five white owls staring down.
“Soriter!” Shouted Bux and Heno in unison, “Finora, Malet, get out of here NOW!” Bux shifted into a large eagle and flew directly at the owls. Two dropped straight down to meet him halfway and they begun to fight in the sky. Two other owls dropped past the fight and intercepted Malet, Heno and Finora. The final owl circled slowly down to the ground as Bux was finally knocked down and pinned to the ground. All five owls shifted into their human forms and the four rebels had metal collars placed around their necks. Bux attempted to shift and as his formed blurred before he changed he received a sharp shock from the collar causing him to yell and drop to the floor.
“Shifter collars.” Said one of the Soriters. “They work well don’t you think?” Bux growled at him loudly. He shouted to Heno with his mind, who physically winced.
“Good, you can still hear me. Keep shouting to Scout and Tosha, we don’t need them caught as well. I thought we had moved out of their travel path.”
“They might have heard us packing to leave.” The two of them sent messages to Malet and Finora, breaking through their mental walls, letting them know they were going to keep calling out for Tosha and Scout.
Meanwhile, the hunting party had located the pigs and were flying low in order to switch when they needed to.
“Switch when I do. Scout go left, Hollo go right.” She broke through Hollo’s walls distracting him so he almost collided with a tree. He hooted softly at her and swung right. Tosha switched in midair and landed expertly as a wolf, she snarled as she lunged after the fleeing pigs. Scout and Hollo touched down either side of her and locked onto one of the pigs and giving chase. The pigs squealed loudly as they ran, pushing through ferns and branches. With a leap Scout and Tosha took down their prey, seconds later they heard Hollo doing the same. Hollo appeared, pushing through a large fern, dragging his kill behind him. Tosha pulled on a large vine that was hanging near her, shimmying up it she pulled a flint from her pocket and cut it down, as she begun to fall she switched landing as a magpie before turning back.
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Shadymont #6
Shadymont #6:
“I’ve been working on a way to keep your defensive shield up even if I’m away from you. It will help you to guard your mind from Valien.” she begun. She pulled 7 small necklaces from her pockets, each with a pendant of twisted metal. She passed one to everyone in the group including Hollo before slipping her own around her neck. “They have my mark on them as well as our mark, the Turkens.”
“How do they work?” asked Bux.
“It’s complicated. The best way to describe it is that it will draw a small amount of magic from you and store it until it needs to use it to defend you.”
“How does it know when you need defending?” questioned Scout as he fingered the twisted pendant.
“Through you powers. It senses it and shields you.” Gently turned it over in her hands Tosha examined the metal and found it warm to the touch.
“Hey, it warm!”
“It’s drawing power” explained Malet.
“So cool!” Tosha continued to stare at the pendant before tugging it on and tucking it beneath her shirt. “Thanks Malet.” Malet smiled and turned away.
Hollo twisted the metal in one hand and saw the crest of the Soriter as well as that of the rebel Turkens on his. Running his thumb over the crest he smiled faintly before gently pulling his necklace on and feeling the already familiar warmth of it against his neck.
His long pale hair whipped out behind him before changing into the long white fur of a white husky. His smoky grey eyes elongated and became pale blue; his tongue lolled from his mouth as he ran. His speed was fast, but not fast enough. The thunder of hooves behind him got louder; he could hear the voices now. Zerin and Durko ran hard beside him both in similar forms to his. Zerin’s white form was a wolf and Durko was an albino wolf; both were at the limit of their speed. As Hollo switched to a tall white stag and he increased his speed; as Zerin changed he was hit by a power arrow of the pursuing Valien. Screaming in pain he changed as he fell; he clutched at the shaft of the arrow as he pulled it out.
“Zerin!” Shouted Durko.
“GO!” He screamed at them both as they stumbled away from him switching and sprinting into the darkness leaving him to certain death as the arrow stripped his powers and he was left to the mercy of the Valien. As the Valien approached they pulled up their horses, their hooded capes covering their faces in shadow.
“What have we here?” rattled the voice of one of the riders. “Solen, deal with him.” One of the riders dismounted. “There were no survivors,” finished the rider before he spurred his horse on in pursuit of Hollo and Durko. The remaining four riders used their minds to track their quarry as they hurtled through the trees. Sensing them ahead they pushed their horses faster until the white stags could be seen flickering through the darkness. Halen, the archer sent a flurry of arrows flying towards Hollo and Durko. Durko was hit in the shoulder and he tumbled forwards morphing as he fell. He threw something in the air as he changed which Hollo caught as he switched into a pure white barn owl. Halen released another arrow which glanced off passed the owl causing it to shriek in pain but stay in the air.
“Blessed be” gasped Durko as he watched Hollo fly high above the trees. The Valien halted beside Durko.
“Where is he going?” The voice rattled again. Durko did not respond. Suddenly he lurched forwards clutching his head and writhing on the floor but the mental attack did not subside. The rider stood up straight as he spoke.
“He knows not where the Prince is headed. Spread out, track him.” The three riders spread out as Solen came cantering into view. He bowed his head as he approached his master.
“He is dealt with,” he spoke both with his mind and his voice. “I could not glean any useful information from him, except his name and those of his companions.” Hissing, his master moved his attention back to Durko. Solen mounted his horse and begun to track the escaped owl. Durko was pale, sweating and struggling to breathe.
“The end is near, Durko.” Looking up Durko mouthed something before taking a final shuddering breath.
Hollo was already miles away, his breathing was laboured and his side was coated in blood; he struggled to keep his eyes open. Losing consciousness he plummeted towards the ground, his wings folded in and he changed, landing heavily on his left wrist before coming to a stop.
Jerking awake Hollo yelped in pain as his wrist knocked the tree he was leaning against. Tosha was instantly on her feet growling deeply looking around. Switching she looked questioningly at Hollo.
“Bad dream” he muttered before carefully repositioning himself and faking sleep. He heard Tosha stretching in the leaves before hearing the gentle flap of wings; a brief moments silence before a similar flapping. Then he felt Scout the monkey curl up beside his head, his tail tickled his cheek before Scout’s small hand fastened gently on the edge of his t-shirt collar. Hollo was borrowing a shirt from Bux it was a faded black making it appear grey; it was the darkest item of clothing he had ever worn and it made him look even paler than he already was. Taking comfort in Scout’s warm body and reassuring touch, Hollo drifted back to a dreamless sleep.
“I’ve been working on a way to keep your defensive shield up even if I’m away from you. It will help you to guard your mind from Valien.” she begun. She pulled 7 small necklaces from her pockets, each with a pendant of twisted metal. She passed one to everyone in the group including Hollo before slipping her own around her neck. “They have my mark on them as well as our mark, the Turkens.”
“How do they work?” asked Bux.
“It’s complicated. The best way to describe it is that it will draw a small amount of magic from you and store it until it needs to use it to defend you.”
“How does it know when you need defending?” questioned Scout as he fingered the twisted pendant.
“Through you powers. It senses it and shields you.” Gently turned it over in her hands Tosha examined the metal and found it warm to the touch.
“Hey, it warm!”
“It’s drawing power” explained Malet.
“So cool!” Tosha continued to stare at the pendant before tugging it on and tucking it beneath her shirt. “Thanks Malet.” Malet smiled and turned away.
Hollo twisted the metal in one hand and saw the crest of the Soriter as well as that of the rebel Turkens on his. Running his thumb over the crest he smiled faintly before gently pulling his necklace on and feeling the already familiar warmth of it against his neck.
His long pale hair whipped out behind him before changing into the long white fur of a white husky. His smoky grey eyes elongated and became pale blue; his tongue lolled from his mouth as he ran. His speed was fast, but not fast enough. The thunder of hooves behind him got louder; he could hear the voices now. Zerin and Durko ran hard beside him both in similar forms to his. Zerin’s white form was a wolf and Durko was an albino wolf; both were at the limit of their speed. As Hollo switched to a tall white stag and he increased his speed; as Zerin changed he was hit by a power arrow of the pursuing Valien. Screaming in pain he changed as he fell; he clutched at the shaft of the arrow as he pulled it out.
“Zerin!” Shouted Durko.
“GO!” He screamed at them both as they stumbled away from him switching and sprinting into the darkness leaving him to certain death as the arrow stripped his powers and he was left to the mercy of the Valien. As the Valien approached they pulled up their horses, their hooded capes covering their faces in shadow.
“What have we here?” rattled the voice of one of the riders. “Solen, deal with him.” One of the riders dismounted. “There were no survivors,” finished the rider before he spurred his horse on in pursuit of Hollo and Durko. The remaining four riders used their minds to track their quarry as they hurtled through the trees. Sensing them ahead they pushed their horses faster until the white stags could be seen flickering through the darkness. Halen, the archer sent a flurry of arrows flying towards Hollo and Durko. Durko was hit in the shoulder and he tumbled forwards morphing as he fell. He threw something in the air as he changed which Hollo caught as he switched into a pure white barn owl. Halen released another arrow which glanced off passed the owl causing it to shriek in pain but stay in the air.
“Blessed be” gasped Durko as he watched Hollo fly high above the trees. The Valien halted beside Durko.
“Where is he going?” The voice rattled again. Durko did not respond. Suddenly he lurched forwards clutching his head and writhing on the floor but the mental attack did not subside. The rider stood up straight as he spoke.
“He knows not where the Prince is headed. Spread out, track him.” The three riders spread out as Solen came cantering into view. He bowed his head as he approached his master.
“He is dealt with,” he spoke both with his mind and his voice. “I could not glean any useful information from him, except his name and those of his companions.” Hissing, his master moved his attention back to Durko. Solen mounted his horse and begun to track the escaped owl. Durko was pale, sweating and struggling to breathe.
“The end is near, Durko.” Looking up Durko mouthed something before taking a final shuddering breath.
Hollo was already miles away, his breathing was laboured and his side was coated in blood; he struggled to keep his eyes open. Losing consciousness he plummeted towards the ground, his wings folded in and he changed, landing heavily on his left wrist before coming to a stop.
Jerking awake Hollo yelped in pain as his wrist knocked the tree he was leaning against. Tosha was instantly on her feet growling deeply looking around. Switching she looked questioningly at Hollo.
“Bad dream” he muttered before carefully repositioning himself and faking sleep. He heard Tosha stretching in the leaves before hearing the gentle flap of wings; a brief moments silence before a similar flapping. Then he felt Scout the monkey curl up beside his head, his tail tickled his cheek before Scout’s small hand fastened gently on the edge of his t-shirt collar. Hollo was borrowing a shirt from Bux it was a faded black making it appear grey; it was the darkest item of clothing he had ever worn and it made him look even paler than he already was. Taking comfort in Scout’s warm body and reassuring touch, Hollo drifted back to a dreamless sleep.
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Shadymont #5
Shadymont #5:
Heno tapped Tosha gently on the shoulder to wake her for sentry duty, slipping away from Scout she trotted to the front door and sniffed around following the track that Heno had walked whilst on duty. She turned to face the wind and lifted her muzzle into the air; she could smell the ferns and trees from the forest and a herd of deer on the outskirts of the woods but nothing out of the ordinary. Casting her mind out to the deer she sensed something different about them, they didn’t have ordinary prey thoughts they thought like humans. Sprinting back into the house she awake all teles with a single shout and the others awoke from the noise of them waking.
“Soriter. We’ve got to move now. ETA 5 minutes.” Bux leapt up.
“Finora, Malet, Heno pack up upstairs. Scout, go and keep an eye out, sparrow. Tosha, I need you big to carry Hollo.” Scout flitted silent out the window casting his mind out to the deer keeping everyone up to date with their progress. Hollo helped to roll up the bed rolls and slid them into the rucksack which Tosha attached to his back. Tosha helped him into the back garden before morphing into a tall black horse; she lay down so Hollo could step over her before she stood up.
“They’re coming!” shouted Scout. Malet and Bux burst from the house morphing into tall horses so that Heno and Finora could escape. Scout dropped down and morphed into his monkey and landed on Tosha’s neck.
“Let’s go. Now. Before it’s too late” she said. Bux nodded his head and all three horses took off at a fast canter straight into the woods where the darkness soon enveloped them.
They kept pace until the sun begun to rise before they stopped by a small creek on the edge of the forest. Malet, Bux and Tosha all dropped their noses into the water and gulped the cool fresh water down. Hollo, Heno, Scout and Finora all climbed down and the others morphed back.
“Jesus” panted Tosha. “How far did we run?” Bux grunted in way of a response. Heno and Malet went to collect some firewood so they could cook some breakfast of deer. “I’m going to see if I can see anyone in the area.” Tosha switched into her magpie and Scout became his crow and the two of them flew up above the trees and scanned the area, casting out their minds to the limit of their ability to ensure they would be safe for a long time. Although their minds crossed those of many animals they were simply animals and not shifters. When the two of them dropped back into the makeshift camp they found breakfast to be almost ready and Finora was changing Hollo’s bandages. She had heated some water and she cleaned the open wound out carefully before applying some more painkilling herb to the wound and wrapping a fresh bandage around it. Tosha looked up at Hollo’s face; he was pale and sweating clearly in pain. Finora handed him a cup and told him to drink.
After everybody had eaten, Malet and Bux flew up to check for any others in the area; they happened across another small band of rebels moving in the opposite direction to them and flew to warn them of the approaching Soriters. The rebels warned that up ahead of where Bux’s group was were also Soriters. The two rebel groups chose to move horizontally away from both groups keeping a keen distance between them hoping that the two Soriter groups meet and travel in the same direction and allow the rebel groups to pass safely in peace.
The group stopped to make camp in the early afternoon to give Hollo a chance to rest and the others a chance to spar. Malet cast protective spells over them before they begun to spar to ensure no one was injured badly, attacks would leave a small wound that would not hold them back should they need to fight for real. Tosha pulled her sharpened antlers from the pack and split it apart revealing two separate equally deadly weapons. She squared off to Scout, both of them dropping into a defensive pose and waiting for the other to move. Tosha lunged forwards suddenly feinting to the left before spinning right slicing one antler after another across Scout’s defence. Scout was no easy fight, as Tosha was spinning past him; he slid his arm around her and pulled her close holding a small knife to her throat. Smiling he begun to say the familiar word:
“Cau-” he was cut off mid word as Tosha switched into her magpie and flitted away before changing back into herself. Tilted her head to the side she grinned and waited for Scout’s attack.
They continued to spar until dinner was served; Malet removed their wards before passing them their food.
Heno tapped Tosha gently on the shoulder to wake her for sentry duty, slipping away from Scout she trotted to the front door and sniffed around following the track that Heno had walked whilst on duty. She turned to face the wind and lifted her muzzle into the air; she could smell the ferns and trees from the forest and a herd of deer on the outskirts of the woods but nothing out of the ordinary. Casting her mind out to the deer she sensed something different about them, they didn’t have ordinary prey thoughts they thought like humans. Sprinting back into the house she awake all teles with a single shout and the others awoke from the noise of them waking.
“Soriter. We’ve got to move now. ETA 5 minutes.” Bux leapt up.
“Finora, Malet, Heno pack up upstairs. Scout, go and keep an eye out, sparrow. Tosha, I need you big to carry Hollo.” Scout flitted silent out the window casting his mind out to the deer keeping everyone up to date with their progress. Hollo helped to roll up the bed rolls and slid them into the rucksack which Tosha attached to his back. Tosha helped him into the back garden before morphing into a tall black horse; she lay down so Hollo could step over her before she stood up.
“They’re coming!” shouted Scout. Malet and Bux burst from the house morphing into tall horses so that Heno and Finora could escape. Scout dropped down and morphed into his monkey and landed on Tosha’s neck.
“Let’s go. Now. Before it’s too late” she said. Bux nodded his head and all three horses took off at a fast canter straight into the woods where the darkness soon enveloped them.
They kept pace until the sun begun to rise before they stopped by a small creek on the edge of the forest. Malet, Bux and Tosha all dropped their noses into the water and gulped the cool fresh water down. Hollo, Heno, Scout and Finora all climbed down and the others morphed back.
“Jesus” panted Tosha. “How far did we run?” Bux grunted in way of a response. Heno and Malet went to collect some firewood so they could cook some breakfast of deer. “I’m going to see if I can see anyone in the area.” Tosha switched into her magpie and Scout became his crow and the two of them flew up above the trees and scanned the area, casting out their minds to the limit of their ability to ensure they would be safe for a long time. Although their minds crossed those of many animals they were simply animals and not shifters. When the two of them dropped back into the makeshift camp they found breakfast to be almost ready and Finora was changing Hollo’s bandages. She had heated some water and she cleaned the open wound out carefully before applying some more painkilling herb to the wound and wrapping a fresh bandage around it. Tosha looked up at Hollo’s face; he was pale and sweating clearly in pain. Finora handed him a cup and told him to drink.
After everybody had eaten, Malet and Bux flew up to check for any others in the area; they happened across another small band of rebels moving in the opposite direction to them and flew to warn them of the approaching Soriters. The rebels warned that up ahead of where Bux’s group was were also Soriters. The two rebel groups chose to move horizontally away from both groups keeping a keen distance between them hoping that the two Soriter groups meet and travel in the same direction and allow the rebel groups to pass safely in peace.
The group stopped to make camp in the early afternoon to give Hollo a chance to rest and the others a chance to spar. Malet cast protective spells over them before they begun to spar to ensure no one was injured badly, attacks would leave a small wound that would not hold them back should they need to fight for real. Tosha pulled her sharpened antlers from the pack and split it apart revealing two separate equally deadly weapons. She squared off to Scout, both of them dropping into a defensive pose and waiting for the other to move. Tosha lunged forwards suddenly feinting to the left before spinning right slicing one antler after another across Scout’s defence. Scout was no easy fight, as Tosha was spinning past him; he slid his arm around her and pulled her close holding a small knife to her throat. Smiling he begun to say the familiar word:
“Cau-” he was cut off mid word as Tosha switched into her magpie and flitted away before changing back into herself. Tilted her head to the side she grinned and waited for Scout’s attack.
They continued to spar until dinner was served; Malet removed their wards before passing them their food.
Friday, 4 March 2011
Shadymont #4
Shadymont #4:
With a low moan the man twitched slightly and opened his eyes and tried to pull himself into a sitting position.
“I would suggest you stay flat.” Finora warned as she approached him. “Drink” she commanded as she handed him a small cup of water. He accepted the water and drank it slowly watching the two women in front of him. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you. It will hurt” said Finora said turning away. He jerked back, trying to hide his surprise.
“How? Wha-” he stuttered. Finora simply smiled and asked his name. “Hollo.”
“Finora. And this,” she said pointing to Tosha, “is your saviour. She found you in the woods. You can both swap stories because I’m going downstairs. Scout will tell you when the deer is done.” And with that she left leaving Tosha and Hollo alone.
“Hi, Tasha”
“Tosha.” She corrected as she walked into the room properly. “So what are you?”
“I-I don’t think I follow.”
“What. Are. You?” She repeated. “You’re clearly from a clan, so which is it?”
“Soriter.” Hollo was inspecting the willow splint on his wrist. “You?”
“Turken.” He looked taken aback. “Did you really need to ask?”
“I didn’t think.”
“Clearly.” She retorted. She moved across the room touching various herbs repeating their names. “So you’re a shifter?”
“Yes. What is your ability?”
“Try abilities. We’re power thieves remember. I can shift and I’m a tele.”
“Sorry, a what?”
“A tele...telepath.” Rolling her eyes she called to Scout to come up. He appeared in his wolf form and stood on the threshold of the room looking questioningly at Tosha. “We found you in the woods. What were you doing in Shadymont?”
“I was hunting.” He held Scout’s gaze. Switching Scout leant against the doorframe.
“Can’t you hunt in Layalan?” He asked.
“We can, but sometimes it’s nice to get away from the city.”
“Lucky for some.” He murmured. Tilting his head slightly he looked at Tosha. “Deer’s up.” He turned to leave. “Oh, wait. Do you need help?” He looked at Hollo.
“Oh, yes please. That is terribly kind of you.”
“Er...you’re welcome.” Scout bent down and picked Hollo up, cradled in his arms. Tosha called to Bux before switching to a Magpie and soaring down the stairs. As she landed in the lower hallway, Bux burst through the window and headed straight for her. Tucking in her wings she rolled out of his range and tugged on his tail feathers as she passed throwing him off balance. He morphed in mid-air and landed on his side on the floor; Tosha switched at the same time and landed firmly on two feet.
“Still need some practice, I see” said Heno jokingly. Bux shot Heno a dirty look, picked up a piece of meat and dropped down beside Malet to eat. The others all took some meat as well and sat in a close circle. Scout passed Hollo some meat before tucking into his own piece.
For fifteen minutes there was no speaking, through mouth or via mind, all that could be heard was the gentle crackle of the fire in what was left of the fireplace and the contented chewing of hungry rebels.
“So,” said Hollo breaking the silence. “What is your ability...uh...abilities?”
Malet responded first; “Shifter and a witch”
“Mage” replied Finora.
“Shifter and tele” said Scout.
“Ditto!” shouted Bux and Tosha.
“Tele and witch” finished Heno.
“Wow, what are your home-forms?” Hollo asked.
They replied in the same order.
“Song bird or a boxer”
“Wolf or monkey”
“Eagle or wolf”
“Collie or magpie. What about you?”
“A white stag or a white husky.”
“Right,” begun Bux. “We’ve got an early start tomorrow, we need some basic materials. And Hollo is going to need a new set of clothes. Heno you take first watch.” Bux reached into the rucksack and pulled out 3 bed rolls. One for Finora, Heno and Hollo. “Those that can shift do so; those that cannot here are your rolls.” Tosha giggled;
“We know Bux. We’ve done this for how long? Am I second watching tonight?” Bux nodded. “Don’t pounce on me to wake me up again, Heno. I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Switching as she sat Tosha stretched out her legs and walked over near Hollo before curling up tucking her tail round under her nose. Malet was settled near the fire and Bux settled behind her as a wolf. Scout the monkey climbed across Tosha’s back and settled between her front paws; Tosha licked the top of Scout’s head and he chattered back to her before sticking out his tongue.
With a low moan the man twitched slightly and opened his eyes and tried to pull himself into a sitting position.
“I would suggest you stay flat.” Finora warned as she approached him. “Drink” she commanded as she handed him a small cup of water. He accepted the water and drank it slowly watching the two women in front of him. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you. It will hurt” said Finora said turning away. He jerked back, trying to hide his surprise.
“How? Wha-” he stuttered. Finora simply smiled and asked his name. “Hollo.”
“Finora. And this,” she said pointing to Tosha, “is your saviour. She found you in the woods. You can both swap stories because I’m going downstairs. Scout will tell you when the deer is done.” And with that she left leaving Tosha and Hollo alone.
“Hi, Tasha”
“Tosha.” She corrected as she walked into the room properly. “So what are you?”
“I-I don’t think I follow.”
“What. Are. You?” She repeated. “You’re clearly from a clan, so which is it?”
“Soriter.” Hollo was inspecting the willow splint on his wrist. “You?”
“Turken.” He looked taken aback. “Did you really need to ask?”
“I didn’t think.”
“Clearly.” She retorted. She moved across the room touching various herbs repeating their names. “So you’re a shifter?”
“Yes. What is your ability?”
“Try abilities. We’re power thieves remember. I can shift and I’m a tele.”
“Sorry, a what?”
“A tele...telepath.” Rolling her eyes she called to Scout to come up. He appeared in his wolf form and stood on the threshold of the room looking questioningly at Tosha. “We found you in the woods. What were you doing in Shadymont?”
“I was hunting.” He held Scout’s gaze. Switching Scout leant against the doorframe.
“Can’t you hunt in Layalan?” He asked.
“We can, but sometimes it’s nice to get away from the city.”
“Lucky for some.” He murmured. Tilting his head slightly he looked at Tosha. “Deer’s up.” He turned to leave. “Oh, wait. Do you need help?” He looked at Hollo.
“Oh, yes please. That is terribly kind of you.”
“Er...you’re welcome.” Scout bent down and picked Hollo up, cradled in his arms. Tosha called to Bux before switching to a Magpie and soaring down the stairs. As she landed in the lower hallway, Bux burst through the window and headed straight for her. Tucking in her wings she rolled out of his range and tugged on his tail feathers as she passed throwing him off balance. He morphed in mid-air and landed on his side on the floor; Tosha switched at the same time and landed firmly on two feet.
“Still need some practice, I see” said Heno jokingly. Bux shot Heno a dirty look, picked up a piece of meat and dropped down beside Malet to eat. The others all took some meat as well and sat in a close circle. Scout passed Hollo some meat before tucking into his own piece.
For fifteen minutes there was no speaking, through mouth or via mind, all that could be heard was the gentle crackle of the fire in what was left of the fireplace and the contented chewing of hungry rebels.
“So,” said Hollo breaking the silence. “What is your ability...uh...abilities?”
Malet responded first; “Shifter and a witch”
“Mage” replied Finora.
“Shifter and tele” said Scout.
“Ditto!” shouted Bux and Tosha.
“Tele and witch” finished Heno.
“Wow, what are your home-forms?” Hollo asked.
They replied in the same order.
“Song bird or a boxer”
“Wolf or monkey”
“Eagle or wolf”
“Collie or magpie. What about you?”
“A white stag or a white husky.”
“Right,” begun Bux. “We’ve got an early start tomorrow, we need some basic materials. And Hollo is going to need a new set of clothes. Heno you take first watch.” Bux reached into the rucksack and pulled out 3 bed rolls. One for Finora, Heno and Hollo. “Those that can shift do so; those that cannot here are your rolls.” Tosha giggled;
“We know Bux. We’ve done this for how long? Am I second watching tonight?” Bux nodded. “Don’t pounce on me to wake me up again, Heno. I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Switching as she sat Tosha stretched out her legs and walked over near Hollo before curling up tucking her tail round under her nose. Malet was settled near the fire and Bux settled behind her as a wolf. Scout the monkey climbed across Tosha’s back and settled between her front paws; Tosha licked the top of Scout’s head and he chattered back to her before sticking out his tongue.
Shadymont #3
Shadymont #3
Heno and Scout had made short work of the two deer which were now both skinned, gutted and the stag had been decapitated. Tosha walked back into the room, nodding to the two of them and she collected the head of the stag and set to work removing the antlers which could be made into a weapon. Sitting with the head between her feet she used two flints to remove the horns from the base of the skull. She threw one of the antlers to Bux who was stood in the doorway.
“Still numbed up?” He asked her. She responded with a rude gesture which he laughed off. Grasping the antler firmly Tosha set to work sharpening the many points; Bux sat opposite her to watch his prodigy at work. He noted the familiar way she held the flint and how she thumbed the edges of the points to make sure they were smooth and sharp. When she was finished she stood, slid into a defensive position and swirled and thrust the weapon forwards before a jab sharply back.
“Are you game?” she asked Bux, stepping back into a defensive pose again. He rose holding his antler loosely by his side, with a sudden twist he jabbed forwards aiming for Tosha’s chest, only to find she had danced away and was to his right. With a thrust to his right he followed through to where Tosha had been moments before, to find himself face to face with the wall as Tosha caught his arm, disarming him and using his forward propulsion to pin him to the wall.
“Caught.” She smiled at him before stepping away.
“When you two have finished...” Malet’s voice sounded from the doorway. “Finora’s says you can see the boy.” With a short jump, Tosha switched in mid air emitting a loud caw, the magpie torpedoed out the door narrowly missing Malet before flying up the stairs. Landing as a human, Tosha entered the upper room slowly. Finora didn’t look up instead continuing to mutter the ancient healing words under her breath as she her hands pressed gently on his chest and upper leg. The young man had a bare chest with a bandage wrapped firmly around his lower abdomen to hold the pain killing herbs in place. Tosha’s gaze slid to his left wrist which was splinted with the supple willow splint restricting his movement. Malet slid into the room behind Tosha and knelt beside the man; she gently picked up the small bowl and used the rag to dab his forehead.
Shooting a glance outside Tosha noted the large bald eagle perched on the same branch she had sat on earlier.
“All clear?” she asked the eagle with her mind.
“For now,” responded Bux. Turning back to Malet she asked if the man had woken yet.
“Not yet,” replied Finora. “But soon.” She stood, moving away from him and facing the window. “How goes the deer?”
“Heno and Scout are cutting it. I don’t think they’ve started cooking.” Tosha paused as she sent a tendril of her mind down to Scout. “No, I was right they haven’t. But they will soon, they’re hungry.”
“Malet, go and help them with the deer and take the spices with you please.” Malet morphed into a beautiful song bird and flitted down the stairs to assist.
Heno and Scout had made short work of the two deer which were now both skinned, gutted and the stag had been decapitated. Tosha walked back into the room, nodding to the two of them and she collected the head of the stag and set to work removing the antlers which could be made into a weapon. Sitting with the head between her feet she used two flints to remove the horns from the base of the skull. She threw one of the antlers to Bux who was stood in the doorway.
“Still numbed up?” He asked her. She responded with a rude gesture which he laughed off. Grasping the antler firmly Tosha set to work sharpening the many points; Bux sat opposite her to watch his prodigy at work. He noted the familiar way she held the flint and how she thumbed the edges of the points to make sure they were smooth and sharp. When she was finished she stood, slid into a defensive position and swirled and thrust the weapon forwards before a jab sharply back.
“Are you game?” she asked Bux, stepping back into a defensive pose again. He rose holding his antler loosely by his side, with a sudden twist he jabbed forwards aiming for Tosha’s chest, only to find she had danced away and was to his right. With a thrust to his right he followed through to where Tosha had been moments before, to find himself face to face with the wall as Tosha caught his arm, disarming him and using his forward propulsion to pin him to the wall.
“Caught.” She smiled at him before stepping away.
“When you two have finished...” Malet’s voice sounded from the doorway. “Finora’s says you can see the boy.” With a short jump, Tosha switched in mid air emitting a loud caw, the magpie torpedoed out the door narrowly missing Malet before flying up the stairs. Landing as a human, Tosha entered the upper room slowly. Finora didn’t look up instead continuing to mutter the ancient healing words under her breath as she her hands pressed gently on his chest and upper leg. The young man had a bare chest with a bandage wrapped firmly around his lower abdomen to hold the pain killing herbs in place. Tosha’s gaze slid to his left wrist which was splinted with the supple willow splint restricting his movement. Malet slid into the room behind Tosha and knelt beside the man; she gently picked up the small bowl and used the rag to dab his forehead.
Shooting a glance outside Tosha noted the large bald eagle perched on the same branch she had sat on earlier.
“All clear?” she asked the eagle with her mind.
“For now,” responded Bux. Turning back to Malet she asked if the man had woken yet.
“Not yet,” replied Finora. “But soon.” She stood, moving away from him and facing the window. “How goes the deer?”
“Heno and Scout are cutting it. I don’t think they’ve started cooking.” Tosha paused as she sent a tendril of her mind down to Scout. “No, I was right they haven’t. But they will soon, they’re hungry.”
“Malet, go and help them with the deer and take the spices with you please.” Malet morphed into a beautiful song bird and flitted down the stairs to assist.
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Shadymont #2
Part 2:
From her vantage point, Tosha’s magpie eyes honed in on a small group of deer bounding down the road towards the woods that lay below, with her mind she sensed they were as they seemed and not shifters. Searching for Scout’s mind she summoned him to her, moments later he catapulted out of an upper window as a capuchin monkey.
“Subtle” she muttered. She pointed out the fast disappearing deer and they both dropped to the ground and changed into their hunter forms. The two grey wolves bounded after the deer following their noses until they were insight. A sharp gust of wind blew from behind the pair of them alerting the deer to their presence; splitting up the deer careered in different directions.
“The stag!” Scout’s voice echoed loudly through her head. She followed his gaze and saw the stag clearing a 4ft fallen oak tree and adjusted her position in order to see him properly. Pushing off with her hind legs, she felt her claws dig into the loose top soil as she was propelled forwards, her tongue lolled sideways out of her mouth as she gathered speed closing the distance on the magnificent stag in front of her. Pushing herself harder, with a final burst of speed she lept up onto a fallen tree trunk and launched herself up and onto the stag’s broad back. Her rough landing knocked the stag off balance and he tumbled to the ground throwing her as well, quickly pulling herself to her feet she pounced on her prey biting his neck and shaking violently; when she felt the vertebrae in his neck snap she released her pressure and dropped to the floor before switching.
A minute later, Scout jogged into view with a doe slung over his shoulder, he dropped the doe on the ground beside the stag and sat beside Tosha.
“I didn’t think you were going to get him. He was crazy fast!”
“Ye of little faith” she panted. “Wanna carry the stag back? He’s gunna last us a good week.”
“Sure” Scout laughed. “I know you’re little arms can’t carry him, you lit-“he was cut off midsentence by a flying cannonball that was Tosha, she switched into midair into her collie and planted both front feet on his chest.
“What was that?” she asked with her mind as she snarled inches from his face. In a sudden flurry of motion, Scout morphed into a brown bear and batted at Tosha sending her flying across the leafy strewn floor. Snarling she pulled herself to her feet and leapt at him switching to a cougar in mid air and landing on his back. “Stop.” She returned to her collie form and dropped her nose to the floor. “Human blood, stay here with the meat.” She kept her nose to the ground and followed the trail of blood for a half mile before she came to a clearing. She hesitated at the edge of the clearing before stepping into it and switching forms. She approached the figure lying prone in the leaves; gently she poked his foot and got no response. Tosha flipped him over and checked his pulse and breathing. He was alive. Scooping him into her arms, she lifted him into a fireman’s carry she turned and begun making her way back to Scout. She called ahead with her mind to make sure Scout knew she was coming and knew not to attack.
“Finora!” She shouted, as she carried the man in her arms up the stairs. Bux met her half way and swung the body across into his arms carrying him the rest of the way. He laid him on the floor beside Finora.
“Where’s Scout?”
“Outside. Buck and a doe.”
“Heno, go and help him. Keep your eyes open.” Heno swung over the banister and landed heavily in the hallway below him. Finora was leant over the man listening to his breathing; her hands skated across his limbs checking for broken bones. She paused over his left wrist. “Broken,” she murmured. Malet collected some vine and a pre-made splint which she set to fixing to his wrist. Finora found a deep wound on his stomach which had come from a grazing arrow which meant Valien where in the area. Reaching behind her, Finora picked up a handful of leaves which she handed to Tosha. Stuffing them in her mouth Tosha chewed until she had a mouthful of mush. Spitting it back into her hand she passed it back to Finora who pressed in into the open wound. Tosha scowled, the leaves made her mouth and tongue numb, making it hard to talk. Finora shooed Bux and Tosha from the room while she dealt with the man.
From her vantage point, Tosha’s magpie eyes honed in on a small group of deer bounding down the road towards the woods that lay below, with her mind she sensed they were as they seemed and not shifters. Searching for Scout’s mind she summoned him to her, moments later he catapulted out of an upper window as a capuchin monkey.
“Subtle” she muttered. She pointed out the fast disappearing deer and they both dropped to the ground and changed into their hunter forms. The two grey wolves bounded after the deer following their noses until they were insight. A sharp gust of wind blew from behind the pair of them alerting the deer to their presence; splitting up the deer careered in different directions.
“The stag!” Scout’s voice echoed loudly through her head. She followed his gaze and saw the stag clearing a 4ft fallen oak tree and adjusted her position in order to see him properly. Pushing off with her hind legs, she felt her claws dig into the loose top soil as she was propelled forwards, her tongue lolled sideways out of her mouth as she gathered speed closing the distance on the magnificent stag in front of her. Pushing herself harder, with a final burst of speed she lept up onto a fallen tree trunk and launched herself up and onto the stag’s broad back. Her rough landing knocked the stag off balance and he tumbled to the ground throwing her as well, quickly pulling herself to her feet she pounced on her prey biting his neck and shaking violently; when she felt the vertebrae in his neck snap she released her pressure and dropped to the floor before switching.
A minute later, Scout jogged into view with a doe slung over his shoulder, he dropped the doe on the ground beside the stag and sat beside Tosha.
“I didn’t think you were going to get him. He was crazy fast!”
“Ye of little faith” she panted. “Wanna carry the stag back? He’s gunna last us a good week.”
“Sure” Scout laughed. “I know you’re little arms can’t carry him, you lit-“he was cut off midsentence by a flying cannonball that was Tosha, she switched into midair into her collie and planted both front feet on his chest.
“What was that?” she asked with her mind as she snarled inches from his face. In a sudden flurry of motion, Scout morphed into a brown bear and batted at Tosha sending her flying across the leafy strewn floor. Snarling she pulled herself to her feet and leapt at him switching to a cougar in mid air and landing on his back. “Stop.” She returned to her collie form and dropped her nose to the floor. “Human blood, stay here with the meat.” She kept her nose to the ground and followed the trail of blood for a half mile before she came to a clearing. She hesitated at the edge of the clearing before stepping into it and switching forms. She approached the figure lying prone in the leaves; gently she poked his foot and got no response. Tosha flipped him over and checked his pulse and breathing. He was alive. Scooping him into her arms, she lifted him into a fireman’s carry she turned and begun making her way back to Scout. She called ahead with her mind to make sure Scout knew she was coming and knew not to attack.
“Finora!” She shouted, as she carried the man in her arms up the stairs. Bux met her half way and swung the body across into his arms carrying him the rest of the way. He laid him on the floor beside Finora.
“Where’s Scout?”
“Outside. Buck and a doe.”
“Heno, go and help him. Keep your eyes open.” Heno swung over the banister and landed heavily in the hallway below him. Finora was leant over the man listening to his breathing; her hands skated across his limbs checking for broken bones. She paused over his left wrist. “Broken,” she murmured. Malet collected some vine and a pre-made splint which she set to fixing to his wrist. Finora found a deep wound on his stomach which had come from a grazing arrow which meant Valien where in the area. Reaching behind her, Finora picked up a handful of leaves which she handed to Tosha. Stuffing them in her mouth Tosha chewed until she had a mouthful of mush. Spitting it back into her hand she passed it back to Finora who pressed in into the open wound. Tosha scowled, the leaves made her mouth and tongue numb, making it hard to talk. Finora shooed Bux and Tosha from the room while she dealt with the man.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Shadymont.
For those of you who know I did Nano in 2010. I wrote a 50K word novel in a month. And I said I was gunna share it, soooo this is me sharing it! It'll be in sections but yeah, if you notice any grammatical/spelling errors please tell me -.-' Thanks.
Hope you like it!
Shadymont
“When we were born as Soriters, we were born the most powerful of the races. Others bow to us and accept us as their leaders because of our superior magic.”
“When we were born as Valien, we were born the most powerful. We can trick our enemies until they fall from grace and grovelled at our feet.”
“When we were cast from Soriter and Valien we, Turken, became the most powerful of all. Not through lies, corruption and greed. But by our family dedication and our mastery of all of our powers.”
The wind pulled the newspaper sheets up into air, twisting and turning it tumbled down the street. The old sycamore’s branches reached out and plucked the wind propelled newspaper from the air, tangling it in its fingers and pulling it closer. Ragged and torn, the paper strains against the gnarled branches holding it back; with the help of the strong wind it pulls free and returns to dancing in the wake of the wind. Flittering here and there, following the path of its friend, the wind.
Beneath the sycamore sat a blue and white collie, the wind ruffling its fur and whipping leaves in a vortex around it. Standing the dog trotted down the road following the path of the newspaper, before ducking through a hedgerow and entering a cul-de-sac. Pausing, it looked from left to right before continuing to trot down the pavement. With a sharp bark the dog stopped and slid down an alleyway.
A teenager appeared at the end of the alleyway, she glanced around before sprinting across the road and through the open doorway of a house. Once she had entered the house she stepped away from the door, closed her eyes and pushed the boundaries of her mind out to explore the house. Sensing no other beings in the house she crept up the stairs, continually aware of her surroundings.
“Tosha.” She closed her eyes briefly before responding with her mind.
“Scout, will you give me some warning next time. Jesus, you could’ve been Valien for all I knew.” She continued climbing the stairs, “where are you?”
“Outside.” She reached the top of the stairs and moved to a window, she scanned the surrounding area for Scout’s form.
“What are you?” A loud caw from behind her made her spin and drop into a defensive pose before shifting into a large snow leopard and hissing loudly. The crow in front of her hopped back flapping its glossy wings cawing loudly before morphing into the body of an eighteen year old boy. Flipping his blonde hair out of his honey coloured eyes, a smile plastered across his face he took a step towards her and patted the leopard on the nose.
“Nice kitty.” Tosha hissed loudly at him before shifting back into her human form. “Did I scare you?”
“Next time I might not just hiss.” She stalked past him, “you’re lucky I’d already cleared the house. Call the others in will you?” Scout closed his eyes and seconds later the house was a hive of activity. Finora had settled herself in one of the upper rooms with Malet and Heno leant against the door frame watching them set up. Bux, however, slouched in the corner with his knife in his hands and begun to whittle away at a piece of wood he found. Scout bounded over to watch the wood transform. Tosha eyed the tree that stood just beyond the garden, switching to the body of a magpie she flew gracefully from the window and landed firmly on one of the uppermost branches of a tall silver birch. From here she could see the entire neighbourhood including the small gap in the hedge where she had entered.
As the moon slid slowly across the sky, Tosha watched the surrounding area making sure that her family wasn’t going to be attacked by Valien or Soriter. Tosha had been cast from the Soriter clan when she was six; she was not of pure blood and had more than one ability which was a blemish to the race. Her mother, Veritain, had a relationship with a Valien, Yexen, and when Tosha was born her mother returned to Layalan. The Soriter people were pure shape shifters; they altered forms with ease and from memory though they always have a “home form” they non-human form they prefer to be. For Tosha, it was the blue and white collie dog. The Valien, however, were telepaths; you can hold no secret from a Valien. At six years of age, Tosha found her way to Shadymont it was directly between Soriter and Valien land and they were under attack from both clans trying to clear Shadymont and invade for themselves. But because the rebels, as they were called, were multi-armed the clan attacks came in groups of 3 or 4 men often led by a royal because they daren’t send too many or risk rebel families bonding together to rid themselves of their attackers.
Whenever Tosha’s family moved, which was every 2 weeks maximum, she went ahead with Scout to find a new place to live, they were both shifter-tele’s so they always approached in animal form before casting tendrils of their mind out into awaiting houses until they found one that was safe with a good vantage point of the area in order to spot oncoming attackers.
Hope you like it!
Shadymont
“When we were born as Soriters, we were born the most powerful of the races. Others bow to us and accept us as their leaders because of our superior magic.”
“When we were born as Valien, we were born the most powerful. We can trick our enemies until they fall from grace and grovelled at our feet.”
“When we were cast from Soriter and Valien we, Turken, became the most powerful of all. Not through lies, corruption and greed. But by our family dedication and our mastery of all of our powers.”
The wind pulled the newspaper sheets up into air, twisting and turning it tumbled down the street. The old sycamore’s branches reached out and plucked the wind propelled newspaper from the air, tangling it in its fingers and pulling it closer. Ragged and torn, the paper strains against the gnarled branches holding it back; with the help of the strong wind it pulls free and returns to dancing in the wake of the wind. Flittering here and there, following the path of its friend, the wind.
Beneath the sycamore sat a blue and white collie, the wind ruffling its fur and whipping leaves in a vortex around it. Standing the dog trotted down the road following the path of the newspaper, before ducking through a hedgerow and entering a cul-de-sac. Pausing, it looked from left to right before continuing to trot down the pavement. With a sharp bark the dog stopped and slid down an alleyway.
A teenager appeared at the end of the alleyway, she glanced around before sprinting across the road and through the open doorway of a house. Once she had entered the house she stepped away from the door, closed her eyes and pushed the boundaries of her mind out to explore the house. Sensing no other beings in the house she crept up the stairs, continually aware of her surroundings.
“Tosha.” She closed her eyes briefly before responding with her mind.
“Scout, will you give me some warning next time. Jesus, you could’ve been Valien for all I knew.” She continued climbing the stairs, “where are you?”
“Outside.” She reached the top of the stairs and moved to a window, she scanned the surrounding area for Scout’s form.
“What are you?” A loud caw from behind her made her spin and drop into a defensive pose before shifting into a large snow leopard and hissing loudly. The crow in front of her hopped back flapping its glossy wings cawing loudly before morphing into the body of an eighteen year old boy. Flipping his blonde hair out of his honey coloured eyes, a smile plastered across his face he took a step towards her and patted the leopard on the nose.
“Nice kitty.” Tosha hissed loudly at him before shifting back into her human form. “Did I scare you?”
“Next time I might not just hiss.” She stalked past him, “you’re lucky I’d already cleared the house. Call the others in will you?” Scout closed his eyes and seconds later the house was a hive of activity. Finora had settled herself in one of the upper rooms with Malet and Heno leant against the door frame watching them set up. Bux, however, slouched in the corner with his knife in his hands and begun to whittle away at a piece of wood he found. Scout bounded over to watch the wood transform. Tosha eyed the tree that stood just beyond the garden, switching to the body of a magpie she flew gracefully from the window and landed firmly on one of the uppermost branches of a tall silver birch. From here she could see the entire neighbourhood including the small gap in the hedge where she had entered.
As the moon slid slowly across the sky, Tosha watched the surrounding area making sure that her family wasn’t going to be attacked by Valien or Soriter. Tosha had been cast from the Soriter clan when she was six; she was not of pure blood and had more than one ability which was a blemish to the race. Her mother, Veritain, had a relationship with a Valien, Yexen, and when Tosha was born her mother returned to Layalan. The Soriter people were pure shape shifters; they altered forms with ease and from memory though they always have a “home form” they non-human form they prefer to be. For Tosha, it was the blue and white collie dog. The Valien, however, were telepaths; you can hold no secret from a Valien. At six years of age, Tosha found her way to Shadymont it was directly between Soriter and Valien land and they were under attack from both clans trying to clear Shadymont and invade for themselves. But because the rebels, as they were called, were multi-armed the clan attacks came in groups of 3 or 4 men often led by a royal because they daren’t send too many or risk rebel families bonding together to rid themselves of their attackers.
Whenever Tosha’s family moved, which was every 2 weeks maximum, she went ahead with Scout to find a new place to live, they were both shifter-tele’s so they always approached in animal form before casting tendrils of their mind out into awaiting houses until they found one that was safe with a good vantage point of the area in order to spot oncoming attackers.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Haven't posted in forever.
So yeah, haven't posted in a bit.
Alter-wise: Jess and Minnow have integrated and Oasys has shown herself and Izzy's looking after her.
Err....Boo's SI'ing when she's out again.
Me-wise: Batman came down and it was awesome.
Helped me feel more relaxed and stuff and didn't dissociate except once when Bayley came out to chew a lid. Was weird having safe touch kept half expecting it to turn to something else but it didn't.
I even slept, admittedly on the floor, but it was freakin' comfy and I was wiped! Riding was fun, Batman was on Moose who kept bouncing away at speed and I was on Danna who was having a traffic freak out day.
Uhm...
I finished Nano!! But my novel isn't actually finished yet lol.
Oh, I'mma CMIT on Pandy's now. So I'm in training and we hadda training exercise today which was weird but easier than I expected.
The cold weather sucks ass. It's like -2 and snowing and Dad's making me walk to the yard tomorrow -.- Kinda hoping we get lotsa snow so Mum doesn't have work and she can give us a lift up there.
I'm hoping to get this carer job so I can get Zohan, I wanna go up and visit him so I might ask if Rach/Nina will come up with me and Mum to see him.
So tired right now I'm tempted to go to bed now but I can't be bothered to move cause I'm finally warm, and I really wanna cuppa tea.
Also! Batman loved FrankenBunny which was awesome took me ages to make him and I kept stabbing myself! Glad he liked it took a lotta work and stuff so yeah.
I read my garfield book, made us smile and giggle.
Love you Lit'lun, super mega loads <3xxxx
Love you Batman, super mega loads <3xxxx
Alter-wise: Jess and Minnow have integrated and Oasys has shown herself and Izzy's looking after her.
Err....Boo's SI'ing when she's out again.
Me-wise: Batman came down and it was awesome.
Helped me feel more relaxed and stuff and didn't dissociate except once when Bayley came out to chew a lid. Was weird having safe touch kept half expecting it to turn to something else but it didn't.
I even slept, admittedly on the floor, but it was freakin' comfy and I was wiped! Riding was fun, Batman was on Moose who kept bouncing away at speed and I was on Danna who was having a traffic freak out day.
Uhm...
I finished Nano!! But my novel isn't actually finished yet lol.
Oh, I'mma CMIT on Pandy's now. So I'm in training and we hadda training exercise today which was weird but easier than I expected.
The cold weather sucks ass. It's like -2 and snowing and Dad's making me walk to the yard tomorrow -.- Kinda hoping we get lotsa snow so Mum doesn't have work and she can give us a lift up there.
I'm hoping to get this carer job so I can get Zohan, I wanna go up and visit him so I might ask if Rach/Nina will come up with me and Mum to see him.
So tired right now I'm tempted to go to bed now but I can't be bothered to move cause I'm finally warm, and I really wanna cuppa tea.
Also! Batman loved FrankenBunny which was awesome took me ages to make him and I kept stabbing myself! Glad he liked it took a lotta work and stuff so yeah.
I read my garfield book, made us smile and giggle.
Love you Lit'lun, super mega loads <3xxxx
Love you Batman, super mega loads <3xxxx
Friday, 5 November 2010
Updaaaate.
So there are two new alters. A set of boy/girl twins. Hawk and Elixyr.
They are both shifters, which would explain why my Nano story is about shifters..
Hawk is crazy. He likes to make weird noises and although he and his sister look similar they are totally different. As the name mentions Hawk has a 'hawk! It's epic. I kinda love it.
Elixyr, or Lixxie, is just as crazy as Hawk but in a different way...she has a kinda long faux hawk which is like...zebra striped. It's hard to explain. I wish I could just take a picture -.-
Lixxie likes to play with sharp stuff, which I'm not looking forward too.
I will eventually add the to the Adults list, I'm just lazy!
They're both 12 so technically not littles, so they don't have a minder. That said, Cam has agreed to help keep them under some of control lol...good luck Cam!
Aside from alters, I have been doing NaNoWriMo this year and to date have just over 7k words, which I'm remarkably proud of tbh. When the story is done I might post it on here in a couple of segments because you know...50K is waaaay too much for one post! But yes, I'm totally enjoying the challenge!
I might also be getting myself a youngster, a 2 year old arab cross is ideally what I'm looking for, I have a place I can keep it and Rach said she'd help me out w/ buying it because she knows I'll pay her back and she said she is comfident in my ability to bring a youngster on! I'm so freakin' excited!
I've always wanted to bring on a youngster and then we got Jaffa and then it was a case of I'm not allowed to work with him it's Smell's horse not mine etc etc. So my life long dream is sitting in the yard doing shit all because Smell doesn't know what she is doing!
ANYHOW!
Rach is gunna put me up for this part time job cleaning a toilet for 25 squid! It's like a half hour job, SCORE! And I'm gunna see about doing some cleaning in the evenings at schools, so I'mma head down to Cavi and see if they need anyone to help clean up and I'll scoot over to GV while I'm there.
Headed to go sort Batman's prezzie tomorrow cause what I originally wanted may or may not be possible, but I'm really looking forward to doing this! I'd say more, but he reads my blog! (Hey Batman :D)
On the subject of Batman, I'm so excited he's coming down soon, it'sa be awesome! But I need to tidy my room -.- it's a tip and like a three day job lol it's actually horrific, I kinda need to get Pig's hutch out of my room, but I kinda don't wanna cause I don't think I'm totally ready to like let him go so to speak yet.
Note to self: Get a picture frame from Wilko's like the one Rach got for my birthday. I wanna get 2 and put a pic of Spud in one and one of my awesome pics of Jakey in the other and get Dad to hang them in my room ^.^
So yeah...stuff actually seems to be going right for once in my life. I hope it lasts, I like the feeling!
Love you Lit'lun, I hope your midterms go awesommmmmmmme and I hope kitty is okay too! :D <3
Love you Batmanicus, you are the only super hero for me. <3
Laters taters <3
They are both shifters, which would explain why my Nano story is about shifters..
Hawk is crazy. He likes to make weird noises and although he and his sister look similar they are totally different. As the name mentions Hawk has a 'hawk! It's epic. I kinda love it.
Elixyr, or Lixxie, is just as crazy as Hawk but in a different way...she has a kinda long faux hawk which is like...zebra striped. It's hard to explain. I wish I could just take a picture -.-
Lixxie likes to play with sharp stuff, which I'm not looking forward too.
I will eventually add the to the Adults list, I'm just lazy!
They're both 12 so technically not littles, so they don't have a minder. That said, Cam has agreed to help keep them under some of control lol...good luck Cam!
Aside from alters, I have been doing NaNoWriMo this year and to date have just over 7k words, which I'm remarkably proud of tbh. When the story is done I might post it on here in a couple of segments because you know...50K is waaaay too much for one post! But yes, I'm totally enjoying the challenge!
I might also be getting myself a youngster, a 2 year old arab cross is ideally what I'm looking for, I have a place I can keep it and Rach said she'd help me out w/ buying it because she knows I'll pay her back and she said she is comfident in my ability to bring a youngster on! I'm so freakin' excited!
I've always wanted to bring on a youngster and then we got Jaffa and then it was a case of I'm not allowed to work with him it's Smell's horse not mine etc etc. So my life long dream is sitting in the yard doing shit all because Smell doesn't know what she is doing!
ANYHOW!
Rach is gunna put me up for this part time job cleaning a toilet for 25 squid! It's like a half hour job, SCORE! And I'm gunna see about doing some cleaning in the evenings at schools, so I'mma head down to Cavi and see if they need anyone to help clean up and I'll scoot over to GV while I'm there.
Headed to go sort Batman's prezzie tomorrow cause what I originally wanted may or may not be possible, but I'm really looking forward to doing this! I'd say more, but he reads my blog! (Hey Batman :D)
On the subject of Batman, I'm so excited he's coming down soon, it'sa be awesome! But I need to tidy my room -.- it's a tip and like a three day job lol it's actually horrific, I kinda need to get Pig's hutch out of my room, but I kinda don't wanna cause I don't think I'm totally ready to like let him go so to speak yet.
Note to self: Get a picture frame from Wilko's like the one Rach got for my birthday. I wanna get 2 and put a pic of Spud in one and one of my awesome pics of Jakey in the other and get Dad to hang them in my room ^.^
So yeah...stuff actually seems to be going right for once in my life. I hope it lasts, I like the feeling!
Love you Lit'lun, I hope your midterms go awesommmmmmmme and I hope kitty is okay too! :D <3
Love you Batmanicus, you are the only super hero for me. <3
Laters taters <3
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