Kitz wonderful life tales

I Is sick

Sat, 09 May 2009 15:19:00 GMT

I Is sick

..@y

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 06:17:45 GMT

..@y

Tis the season

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:43:14 GMT

... HAPPYBIRTHDAY FLY!(31st12th) ...

ok thats done.
Yesterday (30th12th) was my birthday. I spent the majority of it alone, in front of my computer, with a bottle of scotch. *yay* My family appears to have forgotten my birthday.

Chirstmass i burdened my mums dinnertbale for free food and drink, gave my neice i pressie.\

Id have an emo rant about how un jolly this season has been but your all sick of those by now so ill just leave my snail minion to entertain you all.

...@y

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:22:21 GMT

Ok the positive train had checked out back onto the phail boat.

SO latley ive been upbeat about things. Namely women.
Its a common story but for me it had a new twist,somewhere along the line i seemed to stop caring stop procratinating stop fearing rejection.
And so i bravley ventured fourth into the world of singles marchign to my own unique tune.
And here to funny thign i pretty much immeidatly got a date with a beautiful english girl i work with quicky and friendly we had a jolly old time until we got gatecrashed.
Long story short i disposed of the gatecrashers and tryed to make a more serious move.
A this junkure(wich was actualy a few days after the first date) she turned me away saying she jsut wanted to be friends.

So i go out with an aim to getting obiteratedly drunk and get over this girl. But before i can get too intoxicated another girl shows up and starts chatting to me. SHe cheers me up and chats alng and a few of my mate rock up and join in, THey both aprently aready know this girl and are competeing for her attention.

I want nothign to do with it and spent most of the night being snarky to the guys while sheilding her fro most of their sleeze, and she gives me her number.
And i try to arrange a meet, and shes dodging it like a campion dodgeballplayer at the dodgeballlimpics.

Now after she has canceled a movie slated for tommorrow and im sitting on my couch being all introspective about this i realized that uppiny my confidence seriosulyt increases the rate i meet women. But my rate of rejection grows in proportion, and now all my confidence is draining away,

You wonder why there are no nice guys? Look to that guy whos your best friend. yep thats your nice guy, only you will never sleep with him, or date him or even kiss him,
But you will mesure all other guys you meet against him.

the other ones the other nice guys, we are all blogging on some sight somewhere trying to decided if its worth one last attempt or not. because we know secreatly to ourselfs
all women no matter how nice, are hypocritical morons.

the mobile revolution

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 01:33:25 GMT

SO ive beent texting this one girl furiously for the last few weeks, lettign her knwo my interest.
THis went down the toilet yesterday when she told me she wasnt interested in seeing anyone, period.

SO i got out to drown my sorrows with a few mates, snowball effect a few more mates and finaly we go clubbing.
Now theres some strange girl one of my mates brought with him a young kiwi(new zealand) girl.
All my mates are hittign on her like shes the best thing since cheese cake but im "meh about it because im jsut got rejected by another girl. I dont say this this is just my mindset.

So we are dancing arounf the 5 guys with one girl, Im being friendly their all being sleezy and as the night gose on that all defeat each other in dickey leading her her liking none of them.
A this stage im watchign her play pool and she comes right upto me and starts dirty dancing.
"im thinkim oh well a lil fun whatever" and dance with her for a bit and the night gose on for another hour of comical guys cock-blockign each other and me making snarky comments about it makign her laught quite a bit.

end of night comes she comes up and gives me her number before leaving.

so im nto sure how but last night i won a pickup attempt battle (gettign the best resonce from her) out of 4 other much more socialy adept guys.

Im nto sure what to make of it but victory is quite an interesting flavour to me.

Well havent i been a little ray of sunchine!

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 11:06:58 GMT

MY readback over the last year on my livejounral was rather depressing.
Aparently my new years resoultion last year of not havign this year suck AS MUCH as last years was a sucess, It sucked more.
ANYWAY not to be a whiner(YEAH SURE) I decided to make and actual post instead a a few disparant depressing lines.
Firstly on the good news wicket i have scored satisfactoraly on my TISC exams an will be off to university next year. Proboly not the uni i wanted ot get into but uni is uni.
Secodnly ive grown a bread. I think it makes me more manly didnt think i could grow one, my father cant. ^-^ thats more a random fact then good new but whatever.

End year comming im still single this fact worries me more and more each year, i wont go into either my lonlieness or my need for approval here, ill just say i am horribly vexxed by this unchanging state of affairs.

ALso on the less cheerful notes as im onyl just finishing greiving for my grandmother(we where every close) I am now dealing with the fact my Stepfather the man who raised me might not be around much longer, He is as far as i know dying.

It liek to raise the stakes here with soem good news, sadly there realy isnt any other then the uni thing.

Thata all for now cya folks

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 15:42:52 GMT

failed attempt to aquite girlfriend number 22(consecuative)

first post in months

hello everyone.

blah

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:35:48 GMT

blah blah blah

im sick of this shitty existance

also i need a gf.

fuck does it suck to be me.

Fri, 16 May 2008 07:14:03 GMT

Ive been away form the internets a few days now
In fact my computer has been turned off mostly.

My grandmother died this friday so ive been very much down of late.
Will miss her.

procrastination

Thu, 08 May 2008 17:34:29 GMT

It so much easyer to say "ah i'll do it tommorrow"
But no matter what it is tommorrow ill end up saying that again and again until the last possible minute.

I need some-thing/one in my life to motivate me or ill never get anything done.

Rambolings from the abyss

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 18:26:12 GMT

So I'm back, from outer space, i just sho......(stop that stop that its silly)

Just though I update my world for you all.... all four people i know who may check this.

Shit thats happened.
Well since i posted last i ordered a new computer, that has been delayed for 2 weeks now.
This annoys me. Other then that my mate got smash bros which i am refusing to play on anti corporate whore grounds. (I do not play souless games) and have instead taken to finishing call of duty 4.
That took my 4 hours, I loved every hour of it i just wish it was longer it was an intense fun and well plotted game. ***** - five of those things for it.
As always i have been cut burnt and injured above and beyond the norm (enter Kitz the clumsy chef)
though physically my only complaint is my ankle still hasn't healed properly.
I was also fortunate enough to get invited into a DnD game starting next Tuesdays looking forward to it.

Shit that going to happen.
I'm studying pretty hard for the next lot of SAT exams, this time ill pass and get into that elusive university. Though I'm considering changing from Linguistics to Physics and chemical engineering. with a minor in aerial engineering. Though both a relevant to my interests.

I'm writing the third exciting installment in the adventures of Ellora (see previous posts)
though sadly my revision of the other story has been put on the wayside.
and finally
On Saturday i start my violin lessons.. WIN.

anywho that pretty much it.

Ja na everyone

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 14:53:33 GMT

So starcraft is my thing. Seriously i was once so good that i could go weeks on battle.net without loosing a match.
Ive been playing at again recently because of the announcment of SC2 and well ive been loosing.. HORRIBLY

this depresses me

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:57:37 GMT

Ellora Merus-a-um

Sorrys for spelling, Comp with good spell checker out of service (edited by Darloth for spelling and grammar with permission)

The incense rose in skittish patterns, lacing the air with its spicy aroma. The priests of the third steeps reclusive water shrine formed their
archaic meaningless seals, muttering their unremembered chants in an unknown tongue. Ellora Merus-a-um watched in fascination as the old men led by the priestess gave reverence to an ancient weapon, held by an unseen force above a pool of untaintable water.

She had no memory of the world outside the shrine, abandoned here as a baby, or so some of the monks said. The priestess claimed she was given to them by the gods - either way she had no family save the holy people of this mountain.

The chanting ended as abruptly as it started the priestess rose from the floor and elegantly pivoted a half circle to face Ellora. As their eyes met, Ellora hesitated slightly. Her robes felt suddenly heavy - she fought her inner fears and took the struggling half step forward towards the priestess who reached to her, drawing a rune whose meaning was lost to time in blue ink on the girl's forehead as she chanted a few vows which once had meaning, then returned to face the water once more.

The monks all bowed reverently to the weapon in the center of the fount, the priestess looking directly at the holy relic as everything became unnervingly silent. Ellore began her slow walk into the pool, every splash a thundering echo in her head. Fear sat in her heart as she contemplated what she must do: walk to the center of the pool and drink a handful of the pure water... If the holy spirit of the temple deemed her unworthy to be one of his consecrated maidens, she would be sucked into the fount and taken as an offering.

The ripples danced across the pool, casting elegant patterns of light all throughout the inner chamber. Ellora reached the center of the pool. She took a deep breath into her lungs before scooping up a handful of the holy water, bringing it to her mouth. As the first droplets streamed over her lips, a sight never before recorded began to unfold. A small transparent dragon appeared atop the artifact, its body like that of a snake but with the legs of a lizard. It coiled and shimmered as it climbed from the tip to the base, brining it face to face with the startled girl.

There was a murmur of surprise and excitement from the room - the spirit had never before shown itself to anyone in three lifetimes. Ellora trembled with fear and excitement, though strangely curiosity enraptured her mind the most.

The dragonling breathed small icy breaths of purple-blue transparent essence.
"Girl" - the voice shook the foundations of the shrine with its rumbling - "I smell on you the scent of destiny. Take with you my blessing and this gift."
The dragonling vanished into a cloud of essence, entering the girl's eyes and ears, and rapidly left again before disappearing. Ellora feinted on the spot and several monks hurriedly waded into the pool to retrieve her.

From that day onwards, the chants were no longer unknown sounds to her, for she know their language. The seals and sigils now had meaning, for she had been shown their origin. Her once orange eyes were now perfect sky blue, and her wisdom seemed to transcend all knowledge across the ages. People from villages in all directions came to pay tribute, and witness the girl in their remote corner of creation who was touched by the dragon spirit, the first in hundreds of years.

Around a montain shrine a small town had sprung, only a few years old. The town built around the shrine housed those who came to seek wisdom from she who was touched by the shrine god and in her sharing that wisdom the small town grew and prospered. Smaller shrines where made to the gods of the fields the forrests the roads and the flocks. All the proper blessing where asked and given between the little gods of the land and its people, all guilded by the young new priestess. She wandered the streets of the town administering medicine that her knowlage permitted her to make. Sharing wisdom with those who and pilgramiged to seek it. Though blessed only a few years ago in this ideal town she had an ideal life.

Such things though in a world of suffering draw the eyes of suspicion and on a chilled decending water morning a red gauntleted fist bashed on the gate of the town, forever ending the little dream in creation. A frail monk opened the small gate, that existed more to mark the edge of the town then for protection. Its construction light and elegent. He met eyes with a red haired man who stood nearly seven feet he was clad in red jade from neck to to toe and at his back stood fifty tired looking men at arms.

He held forward a parchment with a fine drawing of the priestess on it.
"The stars have alinged to show the Monks of the immaculate order this face, I have been sent by them to discover it"
He stated, his tone commanding.
- "One moment" - the monk replied meekly, He turned to his brother monk a younger man and wispered simply - "The hunt has come" -
With that warning the young monk skittered as fast as he could towards the shrine.
- "I have no paitiance for this" - The red clad man muttered to himself. He acrched backwards and with a mighty forward kick reduced the doorway to splinters.

The monk unsure what to do, He had failed to buy time. He shouted as loud as his old voice would carry. - "The Princes of the earth come to take our princess in their envy, Protect her brot..." - His voice was cut to a short gurgle as blood flowed from his mouth, he dropped to his side sliding off the red jade grand daiklave of the Fireblooded Dragon.
- "Fan out" - He barked to his men
- "Bring me the girl then burn all this heracy" -
He had barely stode two feet when it seemed that the whole township decended on him and his men, weilding pichforks and sycth a ferverant mobb protecting their paradice.

The young monk burst into the Shrine via the main doors they swung aside rapping loudly against the walls disturbing Elloras meditation.
-"Princess..... you must hide.... the Dragon..princes are here... to claim you!"- He gasped, huffing from his sprint.
They had taken to calling her princess at some point Ellora could not remeber when, discoraging it had not worked so she lived with the arbitrary title.
-"They are what!?"-
She rose and moved quickly to the stepps of the shrine, the battle was all but over hunderes of villagers lay wounded but so did a fair number of the intruding soilders. In the center of the road his anima roring a bearly alive dragon blood clad in armour of bright red knelt holding his wounds, countless pickforks and spears potruded frim his body and the bodys of his asilaints lay scattered and mangled around him.
Tears flowed to her eyes. -"Over me all this"- she chocked on a sob. -"It must be undone"- she sobbed. -"The spirit will know"-

SHe turned around and run, here elegance and grace not lost in the urgancy, she ran to the center of the shrine where for only the second time in her life the little dragon awaited her. - "Undo it"- she yelled at him. -"I cannot"- It hissed back. The echos of fighting rang down the halls as the last on the monks made a stand at the shrine doors.
-"Not without you"- it hissed clouds of purple-blue essance coiling its serpintine lips. -"Come to me child and take this spear, my vessel. Then you may understand how to undo what is done."-

She unflinchingly waided into the pool, its cold kiss against her skin for the first time since her initiation. The flow and feel of it dawned on her. This pool was not a fount of water but a resovoir and manse, a little pond of pure essance. He small hands wraped around the shaft of the spear in the pool and without reistance or noise it came free of its invisable clasps into her posession.

Holding it in her hands she suddenly became ware of a far greater power then her channeling through it, into her soul. An all knowing power, that on this moment was gifting her with both the knowlage she seeked and the power to use it. Her lips moved before he voice sounded her body wove and danced seals and symbols that know one but her knew and with a sudden golden light all the pure blue esssance channeled up through her and blasting a hole in the roof, into the sky.

Silence fell over the land as all eyes turned upto a great thunderstorm that formed striking lightening around the ground. Its rain pure bright blue that tingled the skin to the touch. Quickly soaked in the water the wounds of all those on the battlefeild began to close those near death took another breath of vitalily and another after that, as the essance infused their bodys with life. Minutes after the shower began it cleared into a bright clear sky. Everyone who has fallen stood looking at each other in awe, to enthralled by what had happened to continue to fight,

As one group, lead by the Dragon Blood himself they walked like pilgrims into the shrine, But it was bear, the Naginata at its heart gone, the holy pool dried up.

If any had of servayed the forrest they would of seen the glowing visage watch for a short time then dissapear, as it was nobody noticed. Ellora her skin glowing nimbus with power watched the village from the treeline a small blue dragonling pearching on her shoulder wrapping it tail around the light blue jade staff of the spear she held. It wispered to her -"I am this spear and i am yours" she nodded to it and as her heart bid fairwell to her childhood home she said to no one in particular "Yes, though i belong to some one even greater".
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Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:59:45 GMT

Talk to me people.

You flist as small as it is is never on msn anymore

if you dont have it dl it.

its getting very lonely online

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:47:20 GMT

MMM pain killers.
Spent the last 3 days out of it. Thanks to modern medicine

Today i bought a violin
i cost me $700 a Italian made stained hardwood violin.

Now i must learn to play it.

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:10:38 GMT

SO ive been away from the interwebz for about a month
Doidn out side things

So far ive gotten fit (i mean manly fit) got my energy levels up, have been studying for a resit of my uni exams and have taken up the violin.

the downside is outside is dangerous
afer recovering from shin splints about 2 months ago and getting my mobility back (shin splints = crippeling leg injury) i have now broken my anckel (also see ANother crippling leg injury)

the outside is dangerous

do not go out there.

also these perscription pain killers rock i now know why House is so unflappable

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:43:51 GMT

I'm depressed.

I don't want to go into it, only that its been going on for a month now I'm not sure I'll last till i blow out again. This normally leads to a period of unemployment and or moving city.

When im depressed my mind dies for awhile, i loose a lot of my intellect and reasoning skills.
You may hear from me again this month.

Doubt it

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:52:24 GMT

Firefly (and Serenity) Is a cheap cowboy beebop ripoff

end statment

About me!

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 14:32:05 GMT

This is a bout me, I a way,
Its more a series of disjointed self pitying rants. That i figure people aught to read if the want to understand me (A little).

It s a well know fact about me, i never follow through with anything.
I START almost anything Art projects media projects, creation of intellectual properties.
You name it i start it.
But i have never finished anything.
I seem to get distracted very easily by things, mainly new projects, who overtake my old ones (and who are in turn overtaken).

I party hard, when i party. Well more i drink hard, harder then the mortal man should.
I can drink most people under the table but that as far as i go, I cant dance I insist im good at kareoke.. (Im really not) I like the atmosphere of celebration but in the end i go home depressed.
Its a constant thing ask trith.

Im not a furry, My online persona and such are all "foxy", having the cunning playful aspects
there of. But I dont like anothromorphs I dont enjoy furry porn and I certainly am not up for fur suit action

Just getting that out there

Im no good with people in general, But when it comes to love interests, well One burned twice cautions and I have lost coutn of the times i have been burned.
Not that im not at fault, Im Awkward, shy, have to build up to asking for a phone number.
I very smart and can talk about alot.. None of which is of any interest to your average woman.
I would say my type are the more conservative intelligent girls, but id be lying if i sadi i dont care about looks.
SOme people say im too fussy
I say i wont SETTLE for anything, I'm waiting for a women i actually like (thats not taken or very very far away).

Get used to the idea ppl who know me, Im not putting away my toys or unplugging my consoles
never!
I'm not ashamed of my geek-ish hobbies, And personally i think if everyone could take them selves a but less seriously like geeks do the world would be a lot less stressful

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 19:09:02 GMT

SO trithne is DEMANDING i go to englang instead of japan next year and try to hook up with miriana
(Hi miri)
While i DO like miri and don't object to the concept i DO object to the concept of traveling half way round the world and putting that kind of pressure "I traveled to globe to see you" on some one i Like and respect.
Trithne cant seem to see my point.
Posting this after clubbing and chatting with trith, will probably regret/delete this tomorrow.
Any how, im going to japan next year NOT england because i value my friend enough not to do stupid dreamy actions.
Maybe one day after uni when I'm traveling the globe is my job and its more incidental then anything.

Its a form of flattery you know

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 15:32:24 GMT

After reading.
This
I has decided that i need to go back and put more description into my work. It feels
bland by comparison.

Not sure how this "communtiys" thing works

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 14:51:09 GMT

I THINK I'm signed up to a few Creative writing community's, so I'm assuming that
this will be visible to those community's and their members.

I have been posting these in my journal ever second day (give or take 24 hours) but since my
FL isn't very chatty (or indeed into commenting at all) i haven't gotten much feedback as yet.
in the cut space are the last weeks worth or entries.
This story is yet to be titled I've only labeled lit "Beginnings" so far as its part of a much larger tale I want to tell.

Also can some one explain the "rating" system I've noticed on a few entries in this writing community?

Prologue

The sun was setting over the ridge sending it last rays clawing over the canopy of the forest dancing in fascinating patterns amongst the fine misty raindrops that signaled the coming of spring. The last of the winters snow had yet to wash away and the once white land was now turning brown as the melting ice and earth mixed into an unpleasant sludge.

Makoi's breath clouded out in front of him pushing against the cold air. He stood ankle deep in the mud, proudly overlooking his village as it was slowing down for the night. The flicker of candles creating silhouettes on the rice paper walls of the homes, animating a strange and featureless life, the motions of people in their homes.

The Grey fox ears atop his head flicked in acknowledgment as an entity came to his side.
"The chill will kill you younger brother"
He greeted warmly the man, old and Grey using a cane to walk. The irony was not lost on his younger brother he was reaching 70, His older sibling on the merit of magical heritage had cheated the march of time for countless years.
"Every time you call me that, is just a tease of your longevity"
The older looking man said looking into the warm Grey eyes of Makoi who at the ripe age of a hundred and twenty three looked not a day over 25. Still wearing his hair in a thick main of black stark contrast to the bald man to his left.
"And seeing you reminds me how old I really am Destran"

A cry rings out in the night from the distance, a long wail of a pained animal. Getting the attention of Makoi
"Its just a fox Makoi"
Destran calls after him Makoi begans to jog in its direction ignoring his brother.
"Yes it is, that makes it no less our kin"
Destran shakes his head and mutters to himself
"I'm getting too old to keep up with the like of you"
As Makoi runs out of sight Destran turns and squints into the misty rain, breathing in deeply the cleansing air before walking towards his home.

Makoi's heart barely looses a beat as his strides gain length and he is soon running, the cool air caressing his skin. A hunters trap maybe? or a clash with a predator?
Normal men had been pressing deeper into the forest home of his people a lot lately the promise of prey overcoming century's of superstition about the fox kin inhabiting the mountains.
Protecting all his kin was his job as the "Executioner" and his love as the village leader.
His ears twitched scanning for more yelps, and a second one carried across the night. His nose caught the scent of blood on the air and he quickened his pace bouncing off fallen log's and barely making a splash in the snow and mud, he channeled light amounts of mana into his legs to quicken his flight.
He came to an abrupt stop in a clearing to see a man shape standing over a pile of fur, blood stained the snow but the lump still
rose in fell in systematic steady breath.

"Back off"
He growled a slight breeze coalesced around him spinning into his hand, a Sliver blade appeared in it about five feet long, and a quarter of that wide.
The figure turned to face Makoi the hood of his winter robe sliding off, blond hair flicking slowly in the gentle breeze. Both his iris seemed to shimmer with the blue of tropical seas.
"Its been a long time Makoi, since i gave you that sword"
The figures voice was flecked with mana but Makoi recognized it.
"Maravace? Guardian what are you doing?"
Maravance shifted his robes cradling something in his arms.
"I came to tell you Makoi, Tell you that the war is over"
Lowering his swords and taking a few tentative step forwards Makoi's brow furrowed in confusion
"what do you mean over? its eternal?"
"Nothing is eternal, a peace was made, no more warriors, on either side, will be born"
Opening his hand and dropping his sword as it vanished to the wind.
"But what dose that mean"
The shape on the ground let out a last long breath, and Makoi smelt its death. He recognized it now, A she fox from his community.
"It means"
Maravance started as he revealed in his arms two bloodied newborn children, each human with the ears and tail of a fox, like Makoi marking them as warriors gifted to use magic, they where identical, twins.
"That these will be the last of your kind, any magic kind, man is to fend for himself now"
Makoi looked confused as Maravance handed him the children
"Care for these two, they may be needed in the years to come"
Maravance began to walk into the wilderness, fading out of sight like a ghost
"What will become of us"
Makoi yells into the mist
The disembodied voice comes back
"Nobody knows"

Chapter 1

Makoi stood silently as the flames burned, At 75 his last sibling had live a long mortal life.
The smoke wound through the cooling autumn air the cocktail of herbs and woodsmoke failing to
hide the smell of burning flesh, the bonfire burning high into the nights sky.
AT his side two young boys stood holding to the sleeves of his winter robe, one hair red like a fox, the other white like the snow, but otherwise identical.
"Hey papa, why did uncle have to die?"
The red haired boy pleaded.
"Because he was old Kenji"
The red haired child looked at the flames once more the refection of the fire dancing in his eyes.
"But you are older then uncle, will you die too?"
Makoi smiled warmly at his adopted son.
"Not for a long time Kenji, not for a very long time"
Kenji hugged his papa's large warm hand.
"Good, i don't want you to die papa, never"

The white haired child stood sternly watching to fire blaze his eyes wet with held back tears for his uncle as two warm arms wrapped around him the familiar scent reassured him.
"You don't have to be so strong Shinta, you can cry at a funeral."
"Boys don't cry mama"
He replied sternly.
His mother knelt beside him and gave hims a reassuring smile.
"Everyone can cry when they are sad my child"
A single tear ran down Shintas face for his uncle and he smiled bravely for his mother.

They stood buy the fire, A family of four apart from the rest of the villagers
the night grew on and slowly the flames died down, the villagers slowly returned to their homes. Their mother carrying the boys who feel asleep in her arm to their bed until only one who was there to see the last flames sputter was Makoi. He offered a final prayer to the mound of ash as fine grains began to scatter on the winds.
"Goodbye my brother"

Makoi returned home to find his wife dozing seated on the steps to their modest house Not being gifted with magic she was a human for the most part though a rarely beautiful, one long curled black hair framing a small round face with warm brown eyes and a permanent reassuring smile. He kissed her gently on the forehead before weaving a small illusion to dull her senses and carrying her to bed.
Makoi pulled up the blankets to his wives chin the slowly closing the door the their bedroom behind him. Leaving with a quite,
"Good night Temari."
He checked on the children. They huddled together on their blanket, Shinta's eyes red from crying when he though no one could see. Kenji muttered a silent.
"Papa, don't go papa"
In his sleep.

The sun crowned the morning after the funeral like any other day, its persistent rays creeping through the window and berating Shinta's eyelids and closing them tighter did not deter it. He squinted them open and searched the room. Blank except the weed mats that he lay on, one window allowing that horrible light in.
He spied Kenji curled up under the window hugging the single blanket the sun not high enough to breach the angle where he lay yet.
He thought about waking his brother but decided instead to be the first to the breakfast pot,
he crept out of the room and into the main living area as to not disturb his brother and immediately was greeted by the aroma of boiling grain and fish.
His mother sat over the pot stirring it idly with a wooden ladle when she noticed Shinta, practically drooling in the doorway.
"Is your bother awake love?"
Shinta shook his head as Temari held out a carved wooden bowl and ladled a big helping of rice and fish.
"Well eat up and wake him its a big day for you children today."
Shinta scampered over to his mother and received the bowl eagerly using his fingers to pick at the fish.

Kenji's nose twitched at the alluring sent of fish and something else, as slumber retreaded to hunger and he slowly pushed himself into the sitting position.
"Hey! Wheres you manners! Use chopsticks!"
His mothers voice drifted in from the main room. Kenji lazily climbed to his feet and rubbing the sleep from his eyes tread the still night-cold floor to the doorway. Shinta sat there hungrily eating breakfast.
"Come here Kenji eat up!"
His mother held out a bowl and chopstick towards kenji and he sleepily wandered over and received it.
"I got the best bits today kenji!"
Shinta boasted several pieces of rice decorating his face. Kenji began to scoop rice from the bowl to his mouth.
"I'm hungry, all the bits are best."
He defended, waking more as he filled his belly.

Temari took the bowls from them as they finished and put the aside.
"Now you boys can go play for a time, but be bathed in the springs and back by noon, today is your day of choosing paths."
"Yes mum"
They replied in tandem before scuffling for some fresh cloths, hopping out the front door and
flying up the road.

Makoi saw the two boys fleeing towards the edge of town and he smiled to himself.
Temari greeted him as he entered the house.
"You did not come to bed last night husband."
"I was restless, today is important."
He sat next to the pot and picked up a small wooden bowl and held it towards his wife.
"They will be fine, as long as they stay out of mischief this morning."
Temari spooned a helping into Makoi's bowl and helped herself.
"I don't know the crows are loud today, i cant shake this feeling."
"The wars over."
She reassured him.

No update today

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 14:41:57 GMT

Today I updated to a paid account. Not sure why for.
Most of the pre-planning for chapter 2 is done.
I think ill pull it all off in one sitting, just not today.
Feeling blah after work, (i cut my finger T-T and it bled lots and it hurts T-T)

Beginnings Installment 3

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:29:14 GMT

OK second half chapter 1.
How am i going so far? comments?

chapter 1 continued

The sun crowned the morning after the funeral like any other day, its persistent rays creeping through the window and berating Shinta's eyelids and closing them tighter did not deter it. He squinted them open and searched the room. Blank except the weed mats that he lay on, one window allowing that horrible light in.
He spied Kenji curled up under the window hugging the single blanket the sun not high enough to breach the angle where he lay yet.
He thought about waking his brother but decided instead to be the first to the breakfast pot,
he crept out of the room and into the main living area as to not disturb his brother and immediately was greeted by the aroma of boiling grain and fish.
His mother sat over the pot stirring it idly with a wooden ladle when she noticed Shinta, practically drooling in the doorway.
"Is your bother awake love?"
Shinta shook his head as Temari held out a carved wooden bowl and ladled a big helping of rice and fish.
"Well eat up and wake him its a big day for you children today."
Shinta scampered over to his mother and received the bowl eagerly using his fingers to pick at the fish.

Kenji's nose twitched at the alluring sent of fish and something else, as slumber retreaded to hunger and he slowly pushed himself into the sitting position.
"Hey! Wheres you manners! Use chopsticks!"
His mothers voice drifted in from the main room. Kenji lazily climbed to his feet and rubbing the sleep from his eyes tread the still night-cold floor to the doorway. Shinta sat there hungrily eating breakfast.
"Come here Kenji eat up!"
His mother held out a bowl and chopstick towards kenji and he sleepily wandered over and received it.
"I got the best bits today kenji!"
Shinta boasted several pieces of rice decorating his face. Kenji began to scoop rice from the bowl to his mouth.
"I'm hungry, all the bits are best."
He defended, waking more as he filled his belly.

Temari took the bowls from them as they finished and put the aside.
"Now you boys can go play for a time, but be bathed in the springs and back by noon, today is your day of choosing paths."
"Yes mum"
They replied in tandem before scuffling for some fresh cloths, hopping out the front door and
flying up the road.

Makoi saw the two boys fleeing towards the edge of town and he smiled to himself.
Temari greeted him as he entered the house.
"You did not come to bed last night husband."
"I was restless, today is important."
He sat next to the pot and picked up a small wooden bowl and held it towards his wife.
"They will be fine, as long as they stay out of mischief this morning."
Temari spooned a helping into Makoi's bowl and helped herself.
"I don't know the crows are loud today, i cant shake this feeling."
"The wars over."
She reassured him.

Comments?

Beginnings Installment 2

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 09:45:35 GMT

Ok half chapter 1 done,

Chapter 1

Makoi stood silently as the flames burned, At 75 his last sibling had live a long mortal life.
The smoke wound through the cooling autumn air the cocktail of herbs and woodsmoke failing to
hide the smell of burning flesh, the bonfire burning high into the nights sky.
AT his side two young boys stood holding to the sleeves of his winter robe, one hair red like a fox, the other white like the snow, but otherwise identical.
"Hey papa, why did uncle have to die?"
The red haired boy pleaded.
"Because he was old Kenji"
The red haired child looked at the flames once more the refection of the fire dancing in his eyes.
"But you are older then uncle, will you die too?"
Makoi smiled warmly at his adopted son.
"Not for a long time Kenji, not for a very long time"
Kenji hugged his papa's large warm hand.
"Good, i don't want you to die papa, never"

The white haired child stood sternly watching to fire blaze his eyes wet with held back tears for his uncle as two warm arms wrapped around him the familiar scent reassured him.
"You don't have to be so strong Shinta, you can cry at a funeral."
"Boys don't cry mama"
He replied sternly.
His mother knelt beside him and gave hims a reassuring smile.
"Everyone can cry when they are sad my child"
A single tear ran down Shintas face for his uncle and he smiled bravely for his mother.

They stood buy the fire, A family of four apart from the rest of the villagers
the night grew on and slowly the flames died down, the villagers slowly returned to their homes. Their mother carrying the boys who feel asleep in her arm to their bed until only one who was there to see the last flames sputter was Makoi. He offered a final prayer to the mound of ash as fine grains began to scatter on the winds.
"Goodbye my brother"

Makoi returned home to find his wife dozing seated on the steps to their modest house Not being gifted with magic she was a human for the most part though a rarely beautiful, one long curled black hair framing a small round face with warm brown eyes and a permanent reassuring smile. He kissed her gently on the forehead before weaving a small illusion to dull her senses and carrying her to bed.
Makoi pulled up the blankets to his wives chin the slowly closing the door the their bedroom behind him. Leaving with a quite,
"Good night Temari."
He checked on the children. They huddled together on their blanket, Shinta's eyes red from crying when he though no one could see. Kenji muttered a silent.
"Papa, don't go papa"
In his sleep.