Optimist

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

The hunter raised his gun slowly, unable to believe the beauty of the animal. He had been startled to see the little girl petting the wolf, and wondered if it was domesticated. Maybe it was a hybrid? He calmly sighted down his gun and squeezed at the trigger gently. It was such an easy shot, after such a long chase. It was to easy. The deer had out distanced him, and fooled him again and again. Why was it just standing there now.

He paused, unsure of why he wasn't pulling the trigger all of the way home. There was something majestic and regal about this doe. She seemed to be looking at him like a queen viewing a disobedient child. Finally, he lowered his blunderbuss, amazed that he was not going to claim his prize after all.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

This picture will work, but his hair is much darker.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

With the morning the hunter rose and stretched. He stripped to his waist and cleaned up as best he could in the stream in the meadow, before scattering his shelter again and taking up his supplies. He ate a cold breakfast of salted rabbit and then headed up the mountain.

It was slow going, and he still felt as if eyes were watching him. The rising sun illuminated holds in the rocks, which let him rise upwards. As he went, he was ever vigilant, still looking for his prey. He had spotted her hoof prints at the bottom of the mountain and was certain she had climbed it.

The climb took him half the morning, but eventually he was on the top of the mountain, facing a valley. He could see that there was a lake in the valley surrounded with trees. He started to look for signs of the deer's passing, but wasn't successful. With a sinking heart, he decided to head down into the valley, where the ground was surely softer. Maybe there he would pick up some trace of her. In nothing else, he could take a real bath in the lake, and after a fortnight of hunting, he needed one. Soon he was creeping through the trees, headed toward the lake, his gun in his hands.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

Sorry, I should have given you a picture. If I find one, I will pass it on.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

He swore that he saw her more than once, but she was still illusive. He thought she was almost toying with him, though that was impossible. Deer simply did not operate like that. He finally realized that he had reached the end of his strength, and that she had outlasted him. He had to sleep. The sun was setting and the moon rising, as he crossed a meadow and a stream. Once he brought his gun to bare and cocked it, but then she was gone again. Finally he reached the base of a mountain.

He stared up at the mountain, with a sinking heart. He did not dare try to climb it in the dark and with a lack of sleep. He could almost feel the deer staring at him front up the mountain, taunting him. It took a half hour to set up a round lean-to and start a small fire. He cooked a rabbit over the fire, ready to relish the taste of it. His pursuit would have to continue in the morning.

After a full dinner, he put out the fire, and lay under his rough shelter. Soon he was sleeping lightly, ever aware of the forest around him. His gun lay to hand, ready for defense if a bear or an Indian approached. In the morning he would climb the mountain to look for signs of the white doe. He was exhausted by the twenty four hours he had spent in constant hunting.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

I figure that the aliens have the ability to inhabit human bodies, so they would have to be smaller, with the shape of a tentacle or a spider or something. I figure there are enough of them to almost take over the entire town. Part of the problem will be battling possessed humans without hurting them. The runaway alien with them might look more human. Maybe he or she is just a teen or a child? I am going to work on a post for the landing site tonight, but I have to go to my son' science fair soon.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

They were quickly approaching the town. The old mill rose up as a metal monstrosity, against the night sky, to their left, as they passed it. It was still lit up, since the work was never done there. Randal was glad he had gone to university, rather than settling for a mill job like his father. His father worked the night shift, and would still be there, toiling.

"So, some of your family's from Alabama. I wouldn't have figured." He gave her a white grin, as the Hank Williams Jr. song ended and gave way for a Walmart commercial. "My accent was softened when I went to university. I attended the University of Chicago, where my speech stood out like a sore thumb. I guess I changed how I speak a bit as a result. People around here tease me, saying I sound like a Blues Brother. Fact is I have a few cousins living in Alaska, working on oil rigs, so I guess I shouldn't be to surprised.'

In the distance the town could be seen, though it wasn't lit up like a larger town. The neon sign for Rosco's Gas and Go stood out in the darkness, as the only point of light besides the stars and the waning moon. He still couldn't read the sign so they had a few more minutes.

"So, how was the wedding. I assume the bride was beautiful. They always are. Did you do a lot of dancing?" He wondered how good a dancer she was. The girls around here were into line dancing, but he didn't figure that a big city girl would be in for that sort of thing.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

Reginald slipped through the forest as silently as a mouse, disturbing nothing as me moved. His blunderbuss was by his side and held a charge ready to fire. He was dressed in a green great coat with muted black buttons and a brown hunting suit. A short sword was on his belt. His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck and his handsome face was clean shave, except for thin sideburns which stopped at the bottom of his ears. He sniffed the air, making sure he kept down wind from his prey.

It had been a fortnight that he had been hunting, taking three stags and as many geese and small game. Still, his true prey had been illusive; the white doe. She was legend, and had been spotted again a month before. It was this which had brought him to the Enchanted Forest. He was here to make history, but hunting her down.

He had caught glimpses of her flashing through the brown trunks, but she was ever a set ahead of him. For a day now he had not slept, trying to keep up with her. He did not know how she still had the energy to run from him. It was as if she knew that she was being hunted, though that was impossible. He was too good a hunter to allow that.

The White Deer (Greek Myths Rock and I)

Here we go

Once Upon a Time...

Thomas felt a little better now that the two men were getting along. He certainly did not wish to turn down his old friend, but he had already given his hand to Captain Hawkins, in agreement. Such agreements weren't lightly broken. Still, the two had seemed to have a bit of a pissing contest at first. He was not sure which one was in charge now, nor if they would be able to come to an accord on that particular point. He would play along until the two figured it out.

"First there's me mum to take care of, and then we can be about this grand adventure. Give me an hour to say goodbye and to take care of some business, and then we can be off."