“Didn’t you just tell him that the weafer was bad?” “And wasn’t Kipsie still very pregnant at this point?” Grandpa nodded, eyeing the ground for any quick morsels. “Good memory, Jeffery. She was, and we both protested quite a bit, but Aurellios was still a big, dumb airhead in the beginning, and probably still wasn’t thinking too good after his konking. He didn’t have much to believe us at this point, he’d only known me for a couple hours. So, I followed, largely to keep this dumb lout from getting himself killed, and Kipsie followed to not be alone again after so long. So, with winters fury bearing down on us from over the peaks, we took the shotcut over the pass back the way she’d came to try and find the herd she had encountered many months back.” “Months? They wouldn’t still be there, would they?” “No, of course not! But as I said, airhead. And to his credit, it didn’t take too long for him to realize what an airhead he had been.” The sno- “Did it stop him from beng an airhead
It was the day. The younglings had been nearly plucking feathers in anticipation all morning. Grandpa had prepared himself. He’d planned the rote. “It wasn’t far as the crow flies to where this little lost mare was, but trudging through the snowdrifts made it significantly harder for our grounded companions. Progress was slow, but we ventured forth…” “It’s just a little farther ahead!” “That’s what you said half the day ago!” “Well, it’s a little farther for me, I can’t be blamed for your tardiness.” Grandpa rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you come down here and walk through this?” Aurellios snapped, panting heavily from forging his way uphill into this frigid wall of belly-deep ice and snow. Grandpa didn’t even may the remark much heed until he saw the opportunity for free snark, and so flitted down to a few paces ahead of Aurellios, and just power-skittered across the surface of the snow, barely leaving footprints in the freshest of dustings. He triumphantly glancing over his shoulder
“…and so, we began the long, arduous trek back up the valley. As he trudged below through ice and snow, though battered rock and tree, he turned his gaze ever on towards his guiding omen, me.” Grandpa got a few titters of approval for the lyricism. “But, all journeys are fraught with peril. I had the grand advantage of being able to see above the snow-laden forest, but my spooky companion had no such perks, and being so lost and confused, he was - a mite jumpy…” “Wahh! What was that?!” “It’s just some snow falling off a tree.” “What’s over there?! Something moved!” “It’s just a snowhare.” “What’s under this blanket!? I stepped on something!” “It’s just a snowviper.” “I do say, he got a pretty impressive jump out of that one.” He glowered up at the circling crow, nearly laughing himself out of the sky. “What a comedian…” Grandpa had to go perch on the highest bough of a tree for a moment, be was cackling so hard. “You- you - haaaahhahahahaha… ahem.” He ruffled himself, tossing little
PECK Grandpa’s eyes shot open to meet the intense glare of the fledgeling girl who had just rapped on his beak. “Grampa? You fall asleep?” He ruffled himself with a disgruntled squawk, and the floofing was enough to shoo the youngster back into the upper boughs of the shrub. “No, dagnabbit, I was just illustrating the story! Back in line, everyone!” It took them longer than he expected, but he didn’t have to bark at them again for them to all get back together and situated. “Now, where was I?” “Naptime!” He wished. “Well, as the golden-coated stallion came to once more, Winter’s wrath was already starting to set in…” Struggling back to his feet, the dusting of snow was now falling fairly heavy, and while the wind was mostly buffeted by the trees, it was starting to howl and bite. He couldn’t see the sun to know what time of day it was, but the ambient light, or lack thereof, suggested it was getting late. He drank what little he could from the trickling brook, and pressed on to find
“Gather round, children, gather round…” Herding children of every species was always a chore, but the general bustle of a group of fledglings was so much more difficult to manage once they learned to fly a little. They were easier to corral in only two dimensions. “It’s story time!” The furious twittering as the rallying cry rippled throughout the bush was immediate and raucous. ‘Story time, story time!’ was echoed ad nauseum as the gathered families all fled down to the innermost branches of the shrub, where down on the lowest branch, an old, slightly mottled crow sat, head drooped and leaning against the trunk of the bush, unsubtly propped against the branch in front of him. The mother flitted down to the perch he was resting on, giving him a quiet sigh of disappointed affection. “Oh, Grandpa…” “Hmph?” The old crow snorted, not twitching a feather. “Time to go get dinner.” Some feathers prickled a bit around his crest and nape. “Your turn to watch them.” “Mm-uh. Naptime’s over
Custody Rights
The door was opened for me and I was helped out. It was actually really hard to get in and out of a car with your hands bound behind your back. “Alright, this the place?”
I nodded, glancing around. No sign of them. I knew they would have scampered after I got grabbed – they would be frantic. I'd hoped they would be smart enough to know that I would come here to look for them.
I stepped forward into the alley a bit, before giving off my little keen. I was a little concerned when I waited for a while, not getting a reply. I whistled again, much louder. “And this is?” I heard mu
Downturn
We ate – far too much. Patrick's warnings about rice not triggering the body's sense of 'I'm full, stop eating' went unheeded, and we powered through a good portion of the piles of food, far more than our untrained stomachs could handle, and we all spent the night with cramps and in my case, mild nausea, but it did taste so good. The next day however – the lesson still hadn't been learned, as we each did almost the exact same thing all over again. Tasha even took the time to show us how to reheat the food from the fridge in the microwafe. The rice didn't reheat very well. But we were quite beyond the point of c
“Didn’t you just tell him that the weafer was bad?” “And wasn’t Kipsie still very pregnant at this point?” Grandpa nodded, eyeing the ground for any quick morsels. “Good memory, Jeffery. She was, and we both protested quite a bit, but Aurellios was still a big, dumb airhead in the beginning, and probably still wasn’t thinking too good after his konking. He didn’t have much to believe us at this point, he’d only known me for a couple hours. So, I followed, largely to keep this dumb lout from getting himself killed, and Kipsie followed to not be alone again after so long. So, with winters fury bearing down on us from over the peaks, we took the shotcut over the pass back the way she’d came to try and find the herd she had encountered many months back.” “Months? They wouldn’t still be there, would they?” “No, of course not! But as I said, airhead. And to his credit, it didn’t take too long for him to realize what an airhead he had been.” The sno- “Did it stop him from beng an airhead
“…and so, we began the long, arduous trek back up the valley. As he trudged below through ice and snow, though battered rock and tree, he turned his gaze ever on towards his guiding omen, me.” Grandpa got a few titters of approval for the lyricism. “But, all journeys are fraught with peril. I had the grand advantage of being able to see above the snow-laden forest, but my spooky companion had no such perks, and being so lost and confused, he was - a mite jumpy…” “Wahh! What was that?!” “It’s just some snow falling off a tree.” “What’s over there?! Something moved!” “It’s just a snowhare.” “What’s under this blanket!? I stepped on something!” “It’s just a snowviper.” “I do say, he got a pretty impressive jump out of that one.” He glowered up at the circling crow, nearly laughing himself out of the sky. “What a comedian…” Grandpa had to go perch on the highest bough of a tree for a moment, be was cackling so hard. “You- you - haaaahhahahahaha… ahem.” He ruffled himself, tossing little
PECK Grandpa’s eyes shot open to meet the intense glare of the fledgeling girl who had just rapped on his beak. “Grampa? You fall asleep?” He ruffled himself with a disgruntled squawk, and the floofing was enough to shoo the youngster back into the upper boughs of the shrub. “No, dagnabbit, I was just illustrating the story! Back in line, everyone!” It took them longer than he expected, but he didn’t have to bark at them again for them to all get back together and situated. “Now, where was I?” “Naptime!” He wished. “Well, as the golden-coated stallion came to once more, Winter’s wrath was already starting to set in…” Struggling back to his feet, the dusting of snow was now falling fairly heavy, and while the wind was mostly buffeted by the trees, it was starting to howl and bite. He couldn’t see the sun to know what time of day it was, but the ambient light, or lack thereof, suggested it was getting late. He drank what little he could from the trickling brook, and pressed on to find
Custody Rights
The door was opened for me and I was helped out. It was actually really hard to get in and out of a car with your hands bound behind your back. “Alright, this the place?”
I nodded, glancing around. No sign of them. I knew they would have scampered after I got grabbed – they would be frantic. I'd hoped they would be smart enough to know that I would come here to look for them.
I stepped forward into the alley a bit, before giving off my little keen. I was a little concerned when I waited for a while, not getting a reply. I whistled again, much louder. “And this is?” I heard mu
Downturn
We ate – far too much. Patrick's warnings about rice not triggering the body's sense of 'I'm full, stop eating' went unheeded, and we powered through a good portion of the piles of food, far more than our untrained stomachs could handle, and we all spent the night with cramps and in my case, mild nausea, but it did taste so good. The next day however – the lesson still hadn't been learned, as we each did almost the exact same thing all over again. Tasha even took the time to show us how to reheat the food from the fridge in the microwafe. The rice didn't reheat very well. But we were quite beyond the point of c
Slave to a Gang: Chapter 1 by Lostkavi, literature
Literature
Slave to a Gang: Chapter 1
The Examination
Raki hit the floor hard, still unable to move. It came from being bound up in more coils than a boa's prey. He wouldn't have protested quite so much if he hadn't have been stuffed into a sack and carried like a bag of laundry, but that's what had happened. He didn't know where he was, or even how long it had been since he regained cosnciousness. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his back, and everyone screaming. Then he woke up here. Well, not here. He'd woken up somewhere cold and being jostled about but now he was being carried probably over someone's shoulder. Or he had been. He'd just been set
I am a transgalactic bisexual stud muffin of a slinky. I am a direct decendent of Chuck Norris, and I eat vampires for a midnight snack. I happen to know that 50 verses of "On Top of Old Smokie" is twice as enjoyable as 25, and I have the largest imagination this side of 'Bioware'.
...But like anything else, sometimes you just need to wake up.
So, I feel it's fair to mention I am not actually completely abandoning DA, I just have been preoccupied. I have been working on stuff, and if I can ever figure out what these newfangled bejingers do, I may start submitting again. Progress is slow but has been steady, and I'm now quite far in several works. Some on here. Most not. I may need to start submitting yet another story - but for now, I have not the patience for such activities.
So yea, after years away, I *may* return. Don't know if anyone'll remember any of my stuff anymore, but hey. We'll see.
That cruel dichotomy when you are too tired to work but (mentally) working too hard to sleep.
I feel obliged to keep writing, but I don't know about what. D: My main story lines are all taken by others >.<
Damocles: Matrix
Penny: Maximum Ride
Cambion Strain: Avatar
Gang Slave: GTA & Serenity
Kikri: Act of Valor Halo
Aftermath: Might & Magic - Heroes 4
You know your imagination is being a troll when you get halfway through a story, go back to edit and realise it sounds an awful lot like a movie you may or may not have actually seen >.<
The only one that I can say with utter clarity is indesputably mine, Dynasty Of Dragons, is finished
Three most common words heard this millenia.
2000: It's the end!
2003: Made in China.
2006: It's the end!
2009: I love you.
2012: We're not hiring. (only because the end hasn't arrived yet this year. This is expected to change come november elections.)
You know a country is screwed when it's easier to get into university than it is to get a job.
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