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Monday, April 19, 2004
Random Elfquest [3/??]
The Fathertree was old; a majestic black oak like its surrounding brethren, but much larger and wider. Countless tree-shapers had encouraged its growth, creating from it the warm, comforting havens
that housed the RavenOak Wolfriders.
On a normal night, the elves, sixteen all together, would be out and active. The calls and laughter of one elf to another. The children, Gust, Breeze, and Mockingbird, playing a game of Hide and Find-me
while their parents watch in amusement. Songsmith the Howler getting into yet another argument with Nightfire...
However, as Mist dropped off of Featherfall's back, the holt was silent, and the silence unnerved her. Her father, Skunkstripe stood at the base of the Fathertree, arms folded as he waited for the tribe to
assemble.
In silence, Mist joined her mother, seating herself on one of the mighty tree's exposed roots. She took a quick count of those present.
~And, where have you been?~ Dancer asked.
Mist spared a quick glance at her mother. "Around." Catbane, Skychaser's mother, was there, as was Woodloom, the tree-shaper. Woodloom's twin sons, Gust and Breeze, were also there, and they made
faces at her. She rolled her eyes, but flashed them a quick smile and a silent ~Cubs!~ which sent them into a fit of giggles until they noticed their father's expression. Darksight, his lifemate Snakestrike, and their young daughter Mockingbird were all present and accounted for. And, here came Skychaser, taking a seat in one of the tree's lower boughs.
So, where was Longaim, Nightfire, Songsmith, and Greenblade? 'Probably hunting,' Mist mused.
She gradualy became aware of eyes a shade darker than her own narrowed on her face. "Mist."
She grimaced. "I was at the humans' holt. But, not for very long." Although she had inherited her mother's lithe body, she had gained nothing of her mother's caution. "I wasn't seen, Mother."
Dancer touched her daughter's shoulder. "You could have been hurt."
"I wasn't," Mist said firmly. After a tense moment, mother and daughter finally broke eye contact.
The change was almost palatable. Skunkstripe's face darknened as he lowered his arms, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His attention was fixed on the elf approaching the Fathertree.
The newcomer bore such a strong resemblance to Skunkstripe that it was obvious they were brothers. They were both stocky, with the same dark eyes, black hair, and stern, chisled features. Skunkstripe's hair was marked with a thatch of snow-white, hence his name. Mist's uncle lacked the snow-thatch, but the scar along the left side of his face and neck more than made up for that defining feature.
She heard Darksight mutter, "What is /he/ doing here?"
If Scar heard him, he gave no sign. He scowled at Skunkstripe. "What is the meaning of this, brother? Why bother me?"
"There are matters that need attending to," Skunkstripe said.
'Something isn't right about this.' Mist turned a puzzled gaze towards her mother, but Dancer's attention was on her lifemate. Her expression, though, proved that she, too, felt the distuarbance.
But, Scar was talking. "And what 'matters' are they? And, moreimportant, why should I be bothered with your petty concerns?"
"This concerns us all, Scar." Taking a visible grip on his anger, Skunkstripe turned his eyes on his tribe. "The humans' holt grows daily. Too long have we ignored this fact, and now I fear that we may
pay for that ignorance.
"The humans are cutting a path through the forest.
"The Fathertree lies within that path."
Exclamations of surprise went up among the gathered elves. Humans in the Holt? Unthinkable! How could this be prevented? How could this be stopped? How long until they arrived? How-
Laughter. Cold, mocking, and hard. It broke into Mist's thoughts and silenced the group of elves.
Skychaser leaped to his feet. "What are /you/ laughing about? This affects you just as much as it does us!"
Scar's voice dripped contempt. "How exactly does the destruction of /your/ holt affect how /I/ live? I'm nothing more than an example of how all you are going to be soon, cub: homeless wanderers."
"You lie!" Teeth bared, Skychaser nearly lunged at the older elf, but Mist leaped in front of him, blocking his path. ~Lovemate, control yourself!~ She caught his gaze, holding it until he looked away,
chargined.
Mist took a deep breath and turned towards her uncle. "We will not lose our home."
"No, we will not." The look Skunkstripe gave her was approving. He swept his gaze among the tribe. "We will not lose our home. Nor, will we allow the humans to continue their destruction of the forest. We
will stop them."
"And how are supposed to do that?" Catbane said.
"War." Scar's smile was cruel.
"Not war," Skunkstripe said firmly. He glared at his brother. "I do not intend to repeat Two-Spears' mistake and have my tribe slaughtered."
"Then there's nothing you can do."
"There /is/ something we can do. Humans are superstious. They think we are spirits. It is time we reinforced that belief." He smiled briefly, and Mist caught a glimpse of the mischevoiusness she had inherited. "We will teach them that to destroy the forest is to incur the wrath
of their 'spirits.'"
Mist was grinning as broadly as her father. 'So, that's where the others went.'
Scar snorted. "You called me here for this?"
"I called you here because you are my brother, and still a member of my tribe, whatever else you think. I want your help, Scar."
"Help you? Pester humans?" Scar glared at the elves around him, and suddenly his face became thoughtful. "Hm... Perhaps, I will. On my own terms, of course."
"Of course."
A look, a shared sentiment, passed between the two brothers. Scar smirked at the gathering and walked away.
Almost immediatly, the tribe relaxed. Questions asked in excited voices littered the air. Mist leaned back, into Skychaser's embrace, and met her father's eyes with a smile.
Nothing creates a wierder frame of mind than two opposing films back to back. Having just watched Monty Python's And Now For Something Completely Different and Quentin Tarintino's Kill Bill: vol 1, I'm not entirely sure what mood I'm supposed to be in.
Do I giggle as I remember the dead parrot sketch?
Do I revel in awe at The Bride versus the Crazy 88s?
Do I hum the Lumberjack song?
Do I cringe at whatever the 5,6,7,8's were singing?
Do I want to work on Sailor Moon: The Rejected Episodes or Fear Effect: Retribution?
Or do I forget all that and call my sister to apologize for forgetting her birthday Tuesday?
Now Playing: My Will - Inu Yasha season one ending
Random Elfquest [2/??]
She sensed Skunkstripe's anger before they were even in sight of the Fathertree. Sitting astride Featherfall, returning her hair to its customary braid, Mist suddenly stiffened and said, "Uh oh."
Riding beside her on his Wolf-friend, Fireflank, Skychaser said, "What's wrong?"
"Father's angry." Finished with her hair, she flipped her braid over her shoulder, where it hung down to her middle-back. She frowned into the distance, in the direction of the Holt. "Something must have happened during the day."
Mist and Skychaser had been much to comfortable in their glade, and it had made much more sense to spend the day there instead of traveling while half-asleep. As a consequence, the sun had set some time ago; they were traveling by the light of the two moons.
Pale eyes full of worry, Skychaser looked at Mist. "What do you think could be-"
~Council! NOW!~
They both winced at Skunkstripe's mental voice. "Wrong?" Mist finished. She gave a half-hearted shrug. "I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out." She smiled briefly at Skychaser before urging Featherfall into a trot. When a chief calls, even his headstrong daughter must answer.
Her name meant "river spirit," for that was what the humans called
her; a child-like ghost that hovered about the waterfalls, vanishing
at dawn's light.
To the elves she was Mist, dark of hair and violet-eyed, often seen
but never caught. For, when she wanted to be, she could be as elusive
and silent as her namesake, often catching unsuspecting prey by total
surprise.
To herself she was Fehd, carefree and mischievous, lovemate to
Skychaser, wolfriend to Featherfall, and the troublesome daughter of
the chieftan Skunkstripe. She disobyed her father regularly, visiting
the humans, teasing the round-ears incessantly, and genrally being as
much of a pest as possible without actually /seeming/ like a pest. She
was good at that. She was good at many things. Thankfully, she was
exceptionally good at getting out of all the trouble she caused.
The dawn found her lazing around in her favorite tree, just outside
the hedge-wizards's hut, which itself lay on the outskirts of the
village the humans had built. Hedge-wizard was up as well, muddling
about in that patch of dirt he called a garden. In a little while he
would get fed up with the mess and start doing hedge-wizard type
stuff, which Mist still didn't quite understand. After all, if his so-
called spells were supposed to get rid of spirits, and the humans
thought Mist was a spirit, shouldn't Hedge-wizard's spells work on
her, then?
And then she remembered: Humans didn't have magic. Silly of her, to
think otherwise.
Exactly as she had predicted, Hedge-wizard garrumphed and stomped into
his hut, where she heard him rumbling around. Momements later he
limped back out, carrying a gnarled staff in his hands. He faced the
raising sun, lifted his staff, and begin singing in his thin, reedy
voice. Even though Mist was mostly fluent in the humans' tounge, the
nature of Hedge-wizard's chant/prayer/spell/whatever escaped her. It
also sounded like he'd be at it for a good long while.
Mist sighed lightly. Looked like she wasn't going to see anything
interesting today. And her stomach was telling her it was time for
dinner.
Moving with sure-footed stealth through the branches, Mist dropped to
the ground almost directly behind the Hedge-wizard, confident that he
was too deep into his bleating to hear her. She trotted off into the
forest.
~One of these days, you're going to get caught.~
She smiled. ~Spying on me, love?~
~Keeping you out of danger. Skunkstripe would have my hide if he
thought the humans had you.~
She found Featherfall lying in a small glade, licking the remains of
his dinner from his mouth. She stood in front of him, hands on her
hips, and glared. "Selfish wolf, you didn't even leave me a scrap!"
The large wolf chuffed.
Mist shook her head and bent to scratch behind his ears. When she
straightened, Skychaser was standing nearby, arms folded. She studied
him obliquiely as she busied herself with a burr in Featherfall's fur.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Sky-blue eyes watched her every movement with equal
parts love, concern, and irritation.
"Are you going to tell my father where I was?"
He sighed and looked away. "You didn't show yourself to any of them,
did you?"
"Not this time, no." Like her, he was dressed in a plain leather
tunic, pants, and boots, all in earthen tones. His bow was on his
back, the full quiver at his hip balanced by the short sword on the
other side. Unlike her, his hair, red as the sunset, hung unbound down
to the nape of his neck.
He still wasn't looking at her, though. "I guess not, then." He gave
her a stern glare. "But, next time..."
"Next time," she interupted as she straightened. She stepped closer to
him. Sliding her arms around his waist, she leaned up and kissed the tip of
his nose. "Let's not think about 'next time.'"
"You never think about next time," he muttered. Her soft laughter was
muffled as she kissed her way down to his chest. "In fact," he
continued, his voice growing slightly husky. "You never think at all."
"Not true," she said. Deft fingers undid his belt. "I'm thinking of
something right now." She paused to smile impishly at him. "Care to
guess what?"
Now Playing: Late Goodbye (Max Payne 2 ending song) - Poets of the Fall
You know what I noticed today?
Yep, my comment thingies are gone.
*sigh*
I'll get around to fixing them... eventually... I guess...
*curses the unfair comment thingies*
And, on an entirely unrelated note, Ninja Gaiden is way too freakin' hard. At least for me. You need to, like, achieve nearly zen-levels of concentration to play that game. And I just don't have that type of time to commit, at this particular moment. Probably because I'm about to go to bed, but, eh...
On another unrelated note, I'm considering re-starting Sailor Moon: The Rejected Episodes. I managed to hook up with a friend I graduated with, and he agreed to play a new villian. (Since, you know, all the bad guys in SM:TRE are based off of me and my friends. I'm Stephanie. *grin*)
I went to Gamestop Thursday, to pick up a copy of Freedom Fighters (the price dropped). I walked in just in time to see a guy buy a copy of Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance for the Playstation 2.
Turns out it was the only copy of MGS2 in the store. I've been looking for that game for months, and I missed buying it by half an hour. *sigh* It was the low-point of my week.
Well, that and wasting seven bucks on that stupid roulette game, trying to win a copy of Tiger Woods 2004 so I could trade it in. I swear that game cheated. I swear it did...
I think it's time I updated my Fanfiction.net account...
And here's a new problem. Those pics I put up here thirteen hours ago don't want to link. And I'm too hungry to bother fixing them. So, they'll remain broken until I can be bothered to fix them. That should be about five-ish. Should be.
And Karma Hunter's Big Boss rank movie is taking to bloody long to download. An hour and ten minutes to go... man, I give up.
Okay, I finally got my comments thingy working (after an hour of screwing up the entire template...), so I apologize to whoever user # 7723 is. You've been getting all the comments I should have got. Oops.
Oh! Guess what I got today while I was at school! Babysitter Club books!
For those of you who didn't follow the craze, way back in 1986, a writer named Ann M. Martin started this series called the Babysitters Club, which was about four twelve-year-old girls that... er... babysat after school and got into a variety of adventures. There was a crapload of books in the end (100+), a television show, and a movie. I had about forty of the books, but gave them away during my Life Group's Garage Give-away (One of the hardest things I'd ever done in my life).
Anyway, when I got to school today, the Christian Fellowship Club was having an Easter Raffle. I kind of glanced past as I headed for the elevator (I was late.), and then I just stopped dead.
There, on the table, was book number 87: Stacey and the Bad Girls. But they wouldn't sell it to me! I cried. (Not really.)
Anyway, I got to class, sat through it, then stalked back downstairs, determined to haggle my way into getting that book. And then I discovered that they had given it away already. *sigh*
So, I just bought book One and Two, instead.
The BSC Perfect Collection Project has officially been restarted.
I finally got my paypal and ebay accounts up and running. And the first thing I shop for? An imported Tales of Destiny 2 from Japan. Which I found. For fifty bucks.
Damn. It was only ten bucks three weeks ago. If hadn't been so lazy about confirming my accounts, I could've bought that one.
Oh well. I moved on, and found two absoluetly wonderful items, that I'm hoping I'll get: the two One Shot Fear Effect comics, and a 398+ page parasite EVE manga. Of course, if I get them, then I'll have to learn Japanese (especially for the manga), but, eh. I was planning on learning that anyway.
I mean, just look at these pictures. They're beautiful. I could almost cry. (Careful, they're big.)
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