Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Snippet of.. Something
No idea where this came from or what it's for, but my head needed a tiny break from regular story.
Still rough cause I've done nothing but the barest or spell checks. Enjoy.
Nadia flew off the bed scrambling and gasping, one hand clasping her throat, the other reaching for a weapon that wasn't there anymore. Her eyes wide and wild. Surprise at being alive followed immediately by confusion for the same. Nathanos sat on the wooden chair across the room. Amused, composed, waiting. For a split second he thought she was going to attack him. Her eyes, if possible, widened even further when she saw him. They narrowed and she actually took a step towards him before fear stopped her.
"I lost."
"You did."
"You said the penalty for losing was death."
"It is." He said waiting for her to catch on.
"Oh, God no." If possible her eyes got even wider and she fumbled back a step, hang grasping out behind her.
"Yes." He said with a satisfied smile. He loved this part. Her head whipping back and forth she scanned the room. Her attention drawn first to her lack of a heartbeat, then to the one window in the small, round, stone room.
"I wouldn't." He warned. Ignoring his warning she ran for the window and slammed into his chest. Frowning he grabbed her and flung her back onto the bed. He sighed disappointedly and shook his head, but stayed in front of the window.
"You'll make a mess on the ground below, and hurt terribly, but you'd live. I'm not interested in climbing down all those stairs just to scrape your ruined carcass up. Besides, a deals a deal."
"I didn't agree to this. You said nothing of coming back."
"You didn't ask."
"Not...Not fair." She accused pointing her finger at him. "You can't do this!"
"I believe I just did." Murder was starting to replace the fear in her eyes when a noise interrupted them.
The door opened, before she could make a run for it a man stepped through, blocking her way. Bigger than Nathanos, he filled the doorway. Skilled as she was, Nadia didn't think she had a hope of budging him.
"Is she done freaking out yet? Did I miss the good part?" The man in the doorway said.
"No and possibly." Nathanos said with a bored expression on his face. "She was going to jump out the window."
"Ahhh." The man tsk'ed and shook his head, but couldn't quite hide the amused smile peeking at the corners of his mouth.
"They always go for the window. Admit it, that's why you always make sure they wake up here." He closed the door and leaned against it. "Who's going to train her this time?"
"This time? This time!" The woman managed to keep her voice from trembling, barely.
"You didn't tell her?"
"She only just woke up, Blaine."
"Well then," Blaine grinned wickedly. "Don't let me interrupt."
He pulled the chair over with his foot, flipped it around, and sat down, chest against the back of it, arms folded over the top portion. Unbeknownst to either, he'd watched their fight. They'd snagged a real prize this time. He hoped Nathanos handed her off to him for once.
"Now then," Nathanos said calmly, "Here's how it's going to work..."
Also, I've been trying my hand at a short story. It's that Werewolf viking thing I mentioned months and months ago. It's also already 2500-3000 words and I've only got the 3 main characters introduced. Sigh. It doesn't even read that wordy. Maybe I'm just not meant to do short?
Back to internet hiatus. I know I'm missing people's stuff on 2YN. I do apologize for that. :(
Still rough cause I've done nothing but the barest or spell checks. Enjoy.
Nadia flew off the bed scrambling and gasping, one hand clasping her throat, the other reaching for a weapon that wasn't there anymore. Her eyes wide and wild. Surprise at being alive followed immediately by confusion for the same. Nathanos sat on the wooden chair across the room. Amused, composed, waiting. For a split second he thought she was going to attack him. Her eyes, if possible, widened even further when she saw him. They narrowed and she actually took a step towards him before fear stopped her.
"I lost."
"You did."
"You said the penalty for losing was death."
"It is." He said waiting for her to catch on.
"Oh, God no." If possible her eyes got even wider and she fumbled back a step, hang grasping out behind her.
"Yes." He said with a satisfied smile. He loved this part. Her head whipping back and forth she scanned the room. Her attention drawn first to her lack of a heartbeat, then to the one window in the small, round, stone room.
"I wouldn't." He warned. Ignoring his warning she ran for the window and slammed into his chest. Frowning he grabbed her and flung her back onto the bed. He sighed disappointedly and shook his head, but stayed in front of the window.
"You'll make a mess on the ground below, and hurt terribly, but you'd live. I'm not interested in climbing down all those stairs just to scrape your ruined carcass up. Besides, a deals a deal."
"I didn't agree to this. You said nothing of coming back."
"You didn't ask."
"Not...Not fair." She accused pointing her finger at him. "You can't do this!"
"I believe I just did." Murder was starting to replace the fear in her eyes when a noise interrupted them.
The door opened, before she could make a run for it a man stepped through, blocking her way. Bigger than Nathanos, he filled the doorway. Skilled as she was, Nadia didn't think she had a hope of budging him.
"Is she done freaking out yet? Did I miss the good part?" The man in the doorway said.
"No and possibly." Nathanos said with a bored expression on his face. "She was going to jump out the window."
"Ahhh." The man tsk'ed and shook his head, but couldn't quite hide the amused smile peeking at the corners of his mouth.
"They always go for the window. Admit it, that's why you always make sure they wake up here." He closed the door and leaned against it. "Who's going to train her this time?"
"This time? This time!" The woman managed to keep her voice from trembling, barely.
"You didn't tell her?"
"She only just woke up, Blaine."
"Well then," Blaine grinned wickedly. "Don't let me interrupt."
He pulled the chair over with his foot, flipped it around, and sat down, chest against the back of it, arms folded over the top portion. Unbeknownst to either, he'd watched their fight. They'd snagged a real prize this time. He hoped Nathanos handed her off to him for once.
"Now then," Nathanos said calmly, "Here's how it's going to work..."
Also, I've been trying my hand at a short story. It's that Werewolf viking thing I mentioned months and months ago. It's also already 2500-3000 words and I've only got the 3 main characters introduced. Sigh. It doesn't even read that wordy. Maybe I'm just not meant to do short?
Back to internet hiatus. I know I'm missing people's stuff on 2YN. I do apologize for that. :(
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The problem with internet Hiatus
Is that I never know I'm going to take one until I'm already deep into it. Not much else to say atm, going to continue said hiatus for a bit longer. Haven't checked into 2YN in a while either. :( I r bad I know.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
GLAHHHHARHGLE!
It's done it to me again. I am so bad. How do I get to this point every time when I try so hard and am so diligent?! (this is the point where you the reader kindly refrain from pointing out that if I were as diligent as I say I am then clearly I would not be in this pickle again. Your cooperation in not pointing this out is appreciated. Thank you.)
Yes, yes the wailing and gnashing of teeth is tiresome. Very well. I once again find myself with a million fucking documents and a blinding need to somehow condense them into one, cohesive document. One pile instead of 50 virtual piles that mock me yet again. This time with 50% more mockery since we've already been down this path. Clearly my last victory dance was a farce and I'm being made to pay for it.
Why do I continually fail in this endeavor? I'm actually not that disorganized a person. Though I must confess, I am horrible with routine and patterns and doing the same thing the exact same way each and every single time. *shudder*
Anyways, I'm at the point, where I would seriously pay someone a reasonable amount of money to have them come in and organize all of my documents and scenes so that they are in order, there's only one document and I can sleep at night again. And write again! If I can't be as organized as I'd like to be, why do I also have a problem with not being so organized?
Fuck, fucking, fuck, fuck.
Anyone want the fun task of putting order to my chaos? Anyone? If I pay thee in chocolate does that sweeten (haHA!) the deal?
Yes, yes the wailing and gnashing of teeth is tiresome. Very well. I once again find myself with a million fucking documents and a blinding need to somehow condense them into one, cohesive document. One pile instead of 50 virtual piles that mock me yet again. This time with 50% more mockery since we've already been down this path. Clearly my last victory dance was a farce and I'm being made to pay for it.
Why do I continually fail in this endeavor? I'm actually not that disorganized a person. Though I must confess, I am horrible with routine and patterns and doing the same thing the exact same way each and every single time. *shudder*
Anyways, I'm at the point, where I would seriously pay someone a reasonable amount of money to have them come in and organize all of my documents and scenes so that they are in order, there's only one document and I can sleep at night again. And write again! If I can't be as organized as I'd like to be, why do I also have a problem with not being so organized?
Fuck, fucking, fuck, fuck.
Anyone want the fun task of putting order to my chaos? Anyone? If I pay thee in chocolate does that sweeten (haHA!) the deal?