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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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I have metal djinni in a WIP post. Laying official claim right now before it's too late.
Fendros raked his claws across the cavern floor and snarled out around him at the wispmother's copies. His eyes twitched between the remaining two after Kaleeth swatted away one. It was impossible to know which one was real.
Unlike Rhazii, Fendros knew what was coming when one of the wispmothers produced another wave of freezing wind in his direction. He launched himself out of its path, feeling the cold on his toes as it left a trail of frost. Then, sliding on the loose dirt, he spun, crouched, and pounced upon the one that had thrown its magic.
Rhazii felt just enough control return to his limbs. For lack of any other guidance, Rhazii mirrored his father's movements by jumping out of the way of the magic as well. However, when he tried to pounce, he slid and stumbled, still freezing cold from the previous hit. He mildly processed how fast he was recovering in this form. It wasn't quite fast enough to go out and attack.
Unlike Rhazii, Fendros knew what was coming when one of the wispmothers produced another wave of freezing wind in his direction. He launched himself out of its path, feeling the cold on his toes as it left a trail of frost. Then, sliding on the loose dirt, he spun, crouched, and pounced upon the one that had thrown its magic.
Rhazii felt just enough control return to his limbs. For lack of any other guidance, Rhazii mirrored his father's movements by jumping out of the way of the magic as well. However, when he tried to pounce, he slid and stumbled, still freezing cold from the previous hit. He mildly processed how fast he was recovering in this form. It wasn't quite fast enough to go out and attack.
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THIS IS THE TALE OF SNORPLE THE AARDVARK. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN, YOU SAUCY MOTHER FUCKER.
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Rhazii ducked his head and flattened his ears at Meesei's shout, glancing back, but the scream of the wispmother made him yelp and stagger back away from it. The mist jetting from his nostrils told of the panic that overtook him. His mind blanked of any reasonable thought except the options to any cornered creature; to run, to stay still, or to fight. His beast spirit was close enough to lash out. Rhazii fought.
Unfortunately, Rhazii's beast spirit was not an experienced warrior. The magical wave was not regarded until his skin seethed with white flecks of instantly frozen dew just as he threw his clawed hand forward and his limbs lost all energy. He struggled to stand up, growling and yelping in pain and terrified anger. He managed to find the energy to look up at the wispmother just in time for it to be engulfed by a speeding black shape that growled and bit down on what essence of it was corporeal. The wake of air that passed held the scent of his father.
Fendros had broken into a sprint as soon as he had heard the screech. He had hunted in Skyrim for long enough to know what a wispmother sounded like and he was the first to leap on it to tear it asunder. His hands and teeth were getting numb with every attack at the wispmother's ectoplasm, but each attack brought it further to losing its grip on mundus.
Rhazii's beast spirit opted to be still.
Unfortunately, Rhazii's beast spirit was not an experienced warrior. The magical wave was not regarded until his skin seethed with white flecks of instantly frozen dew just as he threw his clawed hand forward and his limbs lost all energy. He struggled to stand up, growling and yelping in pain and terrified anger. He managed to find the energy to look up at the wispmother just in time for it to be engulfed by a speeding black shape that growled and bit down on what essence of it was corporeal. The wake of air that passed held the scent of his father.
Fendros had broken into a sprint as soon as he had heard the screech. He had hunted in Skyrim for long enough to know what a wispmother sounded like and he was the first to leap on it to tear it asunder. His hands and teeth were getting numb with every attack at the wispmother's ectoplasm, but each attack brought it further to losing its grip on mundus.
Rhazii's beast spirit opted to be still.
Most of the pack passed by the gently dancing wisps without a second look. Not only would they not provide food, but their logical minds knew the dangers behind them.
Rhazii had fallen slightly behind. Between getting used to his new body and navigating the rough terrain, his movement was not as fluid as the others. He didn't mind -- the sheer power that he felt in his limbs as he hoisted himself up cliffs and jumped over rocks was exhilarating. When he saw the wisps, he slid to a halt and stared at them, ears perked. He did not notice when the others went ahead. He wanted to play with the creatures, or at least hunt them for fun.
He crouched low to the ground on all fours and approached the wisps as quietly as he could. When the time was right, he jumped at the nearest one and tried to snap his teeth around it. The wisp was not caught as it fluttered away with a burst of speed. Rhazii jumped again and still the wisps retreated, just out of his reach.
Meesei have been keeping track of Rhazii from behind, but Fendros did not notice that he had wandered until a few moments after he was out of sight. He stopped, turned around, and sniffed at the air. He caught Ahnasha's eye and began to backtrack.
Rhazii had fallen slightly behind. Between getting used to his new body and navigating the rough terrain, his movement was not as fluid as the others. He didn't mind -- the sheer power that he felt in his limbs as he hoisted himself up cliffs and jumped over rocks was exhilarating. When he saw the wisps, he slid to a halt and stared at them, ears perked. He did not notice when the others went ahead. He wanted to play with the creatures, or at least hunt them for fun.
He crouched low to the ground on all fours and approached the wisps as quietly as he could. When the time was right, he jumped at the nearest one and tried to snap his teeth around it. The wisp was not caught as it fluttered away with a burst of speed. Rhazii jumped again and still the wisps retreated, just out of his reach.
Meesei have been keeping track of Rhazii from behind, but Fendros did not notice that he had wandered until a few moments after he was out of sight. He stopped, turned around, and sniffed at the air. He caught Ahnasha's eye and began to backtrack.
@Kho My favourite author right now is a non-fiction author, John Safran. He's mostly done TV and journalism, but I've read the one book he has written so far, Murder in Mississippi. It's a true crime book about the murder of a white supremacist which, as you might expect, wasn't as predictable a case as you might think. However, my favourite tends to jump around a lot, so if I get through a few more books I'll probably have a different answer.
@Antarctic Termite I called it 'The Battle of the Tempest' in the hain history timeline, as a placeholder more than anything. Seemed fitting, given 'Wind Striker' and all the air djinn that blustered around.
On that note, the events of the Stand collab are named the 'Divine Violence' in that timeline as well.
If anyone has better names, go ahead and canonise them. I'm just throwing stuff around.
On that note, the events of the Stand collab are named the 'Divine Violence' in that timeline as well.
If anyone has better names, go ahead and canonise them. I'm just throwing stuff around.
Rhazii looked into his mother's eyes and at least closed his mouth to try and calm, but he was only kept steady while he waited. Everyone had told him that it would be fine. He knew that it was not going to hurt after transforming. The worst part was not knowing when it would hit him.
The others finished transforming, Rhazii closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. All of a sudden, a heartbeat so powerful thumped his chest hard enough to make him step back. He felt the pressure of it crest his upper back, jolt his tongue, and ache at the back of his eyes. He stopped and looked ahead, breathing rapidly through his mouth. Before he could even process what happened, another wave overtook his lungs, neck, and ears. With it came a blurring of his vision and an oddly familiar train of thought. Something was pulling the strings in his mind. It was making him think in the same way as in his dreams. He recognised it and tried to ward it back reflexively. The next wave threw over his mental defences like a river over a pile of sticks. A pain in his wrists was the only feedback he had to realise that he had fallen onto his hands and knees.
Another wave came over him, this time physically changing tugging his bones apart. He began to feel his limbs and face stretch against the transformation and fire every nerve of pain he had. He couldn't help but scrunch his eyes shut and screech until his lungs puttered out the last of the air within them. He wanted to thrash out and strike at the thing causing him pain. He could distinctly smell the soil he was crushing between his clawing fingers as the itch and tingle of new fur edged from his skin. The gaps between the last of his screaming were filled with scuffs and twitches and the echoing of the quiet caves. Everything sounded so close. Everything smelled so different. He opened his eyes.
Mama was there, still next to him. She was smaller. He looked at his hands in the dirt, they were clawed, sinewy, and matted with soft black fur. Dada was in the other direction, he was smaller as well. He was smaller than them still, being in their beast forms, but the snout in his central vision confirmed it. He had grown.
Fendros pat the ground while looking at Rhazii and turned to follow the rest of the pack as it moved out. Rhazii knew to follow without remembering who told him. He licked his teeth as the thought of hunting for food crossed his mind. That is what they were doing. He could understand.
Of the two biggest of the pack -- Meesei and Lorag, by their scents -- Rhazii knew to follow along with Lorag's directions. He was the one giving them. Everything seemed to make sense. Rhazii did not have much more than passing thoughts to think of why. He was too excited. His tail wagged in anticipation. He even let out a few muffled barks. The others did not share quite the same playfulness, though they snapped their teeth down in his direction when he needed to be quiet.
Suddenly, the entire pack halted as Lorag sniffed at a rock they were passing. He kept following the scent trail and they were speeding up. Rhazii could smell a chaurus where Lorag had sniffed.
The others finished transforming, Rhazii closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. All of a sudden, a heartbeat so powerful thumped his chest hard enough to make him step back. He felt the pressure of it crest his upper back, jolt his tongue, and ache at the back of his eyes. He stopped and looked ahead, breathing rapidly through his mouth. Before he could even process what happened, another wave overtook his lungs, neck, and ears. With it came a blurring of his vision and an oddly familiar train of thought. Something was pulling the strings in his mind. It was making him think in the same way as in his dreams. He recognised it and tried to ward it back reflexively. The next wave threw over his mental defences like a river over a pile of sticks. A pain in his wrists was the only feedback he had to realise that he had fallen onto his hands and knees.
Another wave came over him, this time physically changing tugging his bones apart. He began to feel his limbs and face stretch against the transformation and fire every nerve of pain he had. He couldn't help but scrunch his eyes shut and screech until his lungs puttered out the last of the air within them. He wanted to thrash out and strike at the thing causing him pain. He could distinctly smell the soil he was crushing between his clawing fingers as the itch and tingle of new fur edged from his skin. The gaps between the last of his screaming were filled with scuffs and twitches and the echoing of the quiet caves. Everything sounded so close. Everything smelled so different. He opened his eyes.
Mama was there, still next to him. She was smaller. He looked at his hands in the dirt, they were clawed, sinewy, and matted with soft black fur. Dada was in the other direction, he was smaller as well. He was smaller than them still, being in their beast forms, but the snout in his central vision confirmed it. He had grown.
Fendros pat the ground while looking at Rhazii and turned to follow the rest of the pack as it moved out. Rhazii knew to follow without remembering who told him. He licked his teeth as the thought of hunting for food crossed his mind. That is what they were doing. He could understand.
Of the two biggest of the pack -- Meesei and Lorag, by their scents -- Rhazii knew to follow along with Lorag's directions. He was the one giving them. Everything seemed to make sense. Rhazii did not have much more than passing thoughts to think of why. He was too excited. His tail wagged in anticipation. He even let out a few muffled barks. The others did not share quite the same playfulness, though they snapped their teeth down in his direction when he needed to be quiet.
Suddenly, the entire pack halted as Lorag sniffed at a rock they were passing. He kept following the scent trail and they were speeding up. Rhazii could smell a chaurus where Lorag had sniffed.
"Yeah, shut up, Julan!" Rhazii added. "Besides, I just want to keep the glands so that I can sell them to aunt Sabine later!"
"They haven't backed down, huh?" Janius said. "It's a pain, but hey, perhaps they left thinking you were still in bad shape. Maybe they will give up once you show them what you've got."
"The moons," Sabine piped up from outside of the circle. The words were enough for everyone to start moving.
Fendros casually pulled off his tunic and folded it aside while speaking to Rhazii. "Right, it's almost time, son. Get undressed unless you want to repair them after you transform."
Rhazii's eyes widened. "Oh, right, um..." He quickly began to remove his clothing and throw them into the tent. By the way he rushed and fussed at his laces, it seemed that his briefly distracted nervousness was playing up again. He finished stripping down and found that he was the first to be ready. His toes and tail began flexing against the dirt in anticipation.
"Got any more questions, Rhazii?" Fendros asked as they took up positions away from the tent.
"Yes...I think..." Rhazii looked blank. He blinked. "Actually, I don't know. I...no..."
"Alright, I'll transform in advance. Remember, it'll sting, but don't resist it. Just let the beast spirit out and then follow our lead, okay?"
Rhazii nodded firmly. As Fendros shifted into his werewolf form, Rhazii gave a fleeting glance at Ahnasha, and then back at Julan. His ears were flat and his fear had crept up onto his face, tensing his cheeks and jaw. It was only getting worse as they neared time.
"They haven't backed down, huh?" Janius said. "It's a pain, but hey, perhaps they left thinking you were still in bad shape. Maybe they will give up once you show them what you've got."
"The moons," Sabine piped up from outside of the circle. The words were enough for everyone to start moving.
Fendros casually pulled off his tunic and folded it aside while speaking to Rhazii. "Right, it's almost time, son. Get undressed unless you want to repair them after you transform."
Rhazii's eyes widened. "Oh, right, um..." He quickly began to remove his clothing and throw them into the tent. By the way he rushed and fussed at his laces, it seemed that his briefly distracted nervousness was playing up again. He finished stripping down and found that he was the first to be ready. His toes and tail began flexing against the dirt in anticipation.
"Got any more questions, Rhazii?" Fendros asked as they took up positions away from the tent.
"Yes...I think..." Rhazii looked blank. He blinked. "Actually, I don't know. I...no..."
"Alright, I'll transform in advance. Remember, it'll sting, but don't resist it. Just let the beast spirit out and then follow our lead, okay?"
Rhazii nodded firmly. As Fendros shifted into his werewolf form, Rhazii gave a fleeting glance at Ahnasha, and then back at Julan. His ears were flat and his fear had crept up onto his face, tensing his cheeks and jaw. It was only getting worse as they neared time.
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