The Death of a Loved One

                        The night was silent. He had noticed nearly immediately the abrupt hush that had blanketed over the thicket as he entered. His muscles tensed and his ears perked as he settled into a sitting position, crossing his legs over each other. Bidzil listened intently; his dark blue eyes searched the hollow of the trees for any sign of abnormality. Just as annoyance began to fester in his stomach, and his lips curled into a derisive snarl, Abey slunk from the shadows.

                        Abey was a rather fetching artic wolf. She was older, age having colored her once pristine white coat a mild yellow tinge. The wolf moved slowly into the thicket, her ears twitching in the direction of the man sitting at the other end of the green expanse. Her head hung low as she analyzed the situation. With a swift bark in the human’s direction, Abey began to pace back and forth. Her green eyes never leaving the human.

                        Bidzil’s lips curled into defined snarl. He shook his head and uncrossed his legs. The man pulled himself to his feet, his shoulders hunched to mimic the wolf giving a surprisingly natural effect. He was fluid, lanky but toned. I didn’t think you’d show your face again, Abey.

                        Abey barked again, her tone conveying something of a chuckle. You think I’d let you get away with killing Leotie?

                        The mental exchange was tensed and familiar. The enemies had known each other for a very long time. Years upon years, lives upon lives, You know that Nodin is near. Bidzil growled, his lips smiling tentatively. It was true; the behemoth gray wolf lurked in the shadows, just out of sight and downwind. Do you have a clear attack? Bidzil acknowledged his life-mate singularly, Abey was weak without Leotie. She would be, regardless of her experience and age. Abey’s power would be set in half, at minimum, the arctic wolf had been without Leotie for at least three seasons. Abey must be feeling the pull of the Great Mother. Bidzil felt no remorse for her, Yes, came Nodin’s eventual reply. Even the darkened and gruff mental communication of his own wolf was jarring, Nodin was truly a powerful source wolf.

                        While Abey would never bond again, if Nodin died, Bidzil would just find another source to draw from, another mental bond to strengthen to strengthen his self. Bidzil flexed his fingers, he could feel the heat rising and the familiar feeling on the edge of snapping his fingers to ignite the flame. The sinister human hated these weaklings.

                        I will kill you, Bidzil, regardless of Nodin. And if you don’t watch out you’re going to have the East Wind Pack coming after you. Abey howled, loudly, it echoed through the thicket. It was the only noise present since the encounter had begun save the mild barks and growls. Bidzil wasn’t deterred… until he heard the return howls echo back. East Wind, Bidzil growled mentally to Nodin.

                        We do not yet have enough power to take an entire pack of bonded. Nodin replied. Bidzil could feel the gray wolf edging back away from Abey. Even if she didn’t know where exactly he was, having the East Wind Pack so close by was too dangerous to risk an encounter. They would have to kill Abey at another time.

                        Angered, Bidzil let the sizzle in his hand dissipate, his eyes never taken off of Abey as he began to retreat back into the covered woods. Just as Leotie, you will die Abey.

Inspiration Series: None.

Sorry for the lack of posting the last couple days, my work and admin duties at Solaria Weyr have kind of sucked up my life. Plus… dogs and carpet cleaning. Yuck.

Cast Out

                It was too late. It was too late to save anyone. It had been years since they had come to this planet, since the molecules in the air had bound with their human genetic code and changed them… changed them into something different. It was true, they had escaped the explosion of Earth—unrightfully, since it was the human kind that destroyed it—regardless, they had escaped. Escaped to this… wasteland… this planet. With nothing left to lose, the remaining mutated humans had resorted to pillaging, thievery and simple destruction of anything, or anyone, they could find.

                Over the last few years, Jorine had been tirelessly at work in her lab. Today was no exception. Quietly, the icy blue haired young woman scribbled in her tattered journal. The leather binding having long given away to the constant opening and shutting, folded limply in her hands as she scribble with the charcoal. Jorine drew endlessly, chemical compounds that could have caused all of this, caused everyone’s mutations. All they knew was that the sparkling yellow they could see in the sky, what they were forced to breathe, was the source of their alteration.  Some people received what humans on Earth would call ‘magic’ abilities; manipulation over the elements, telekinesis, telepathy and so on. Others were not so lucky. They had degenerated into barbaric multi-limbed or eyed creatures, only coherent enough to know they still had need for sustenance. This kind, the sentient had come to call Oolog, were feared and hunted; they were no better than vermin or cow.

                This world had tumbled into anarchy. And Jorine was to find the cure.

Inspiration Series: Urth 

Creature of the Night

                The halls of the citadel were darkened by the night. Through the ornate window arrangements only small silver slivers of moonlight pierced the cold black onto the milky gray cobblestone floor. The drapes were dusty from years of neglect, though the castle of Halo was inhabited by many the slave, servant and dignitary. This hall was rarely used, evident by the accompanied thick dust coated on the sharp edge cobblestones. They had not been managed in quite some time, no wonder since very little furniture decorated the walkway. It was a dank part of the castle that even King Marik didn’t travel. 

                One side of the corridor held large, oak double doors, ornately decorated with golden handles and intricate carving. Each heavy door was paralleled by just as intricately designed window frame. Each window was laden by heavy maroon velvet curtains with only small openings to let the light in. The whole hall hadn’t been touched in years. 

                At the beginning of the hallway, in front of the door that lead to the primary living quarters of King Marik, sat Keela with a wooden bucket of water and a scrub brush. “Clean the Worship Hall.” Keela muttered beneath her breath in derision.  Four simple words that had Keela bent over sharp cobblestones that sliced her knees if she pressed just the wrong way. She was only at the beginning of the hall when, in frustration, the slave through the scrub brush into the soapy bucket. The water splashed over the side and mixed with the grime on the nearest cobblestone, effectively making a muddy paste. Keela swore under her breath and stood up. 

                “I’ll be at this all night!” Keela exclaimed to herself, throwing her hands in the air. Why the steward had instructed her to solely clean the corridor, Keela would never know. Maybe it was because she refused his advances at every turn, or the fact that Keela was a prized possession and any harm that came to her would have the steward’s head. 

                The exotic woman picked herself off the floor and rubbed the sweat off her brow. Her tangled brown hair fell as knottily behind her back as Keela’s attempts at hygiene would allow. With brown almond shaped eyes, Keela walked down the corridor, speculating at how many days it would take her to solely clean it. With everyone in the citadel asleep, including Steward Astion, Keela had all the time in the world. With a ginger hand, the slave touched the nearest golden door knob and pulled. It creaked with the effort but it wouldn’t budge. Keela moved on, trying every door. 

                A draft swept through the morbid hallway, lifting some of the heavy curtains from the solid positions as Keela reached the center of the room. Blood tripped from Keela’s sole as the granite cobblestone bit into her flesh with each step. The girl didn’t mind the mild pain, only the effort she would have to exert to clean it up. Keela pressed her palm to the golden handle, this one was cold. 

                She hesitated, feeling the wind wrap around her for a moment before it was gone. Astion must have opened a window at the other end of the corridor to whisk up the dust to make it more difficult for Keela to clean. “Astion.” Keela glowered, her eyes narrowed. With minimal effort on this door, the oak frame swung with a mild creak. As she opened the door, brilliant silver light escaped into the darkness of the hallway.

                As Keela stepped inside, she basked in the light. Its source was a skylight in the roof; the moon loomed directly over the cleared window. In the center of the room was a marble statue of a howling wolf. With a scrutinizing glare, Keela stepped forth, further into the light. This room was pristine, there was no dust, no grit, and even the granite tiled floors were smoothed and care for. Keela twirled in circles to gaze at the perimeter as she stepped closer to the marble wolf. It was large, much larger than any statue she had seen in the whole proper of Halo.

                The moon was brighter than normal, as if illuminated by the wolf. Warily, Keela reached her hand forth to touch the smooth marble. And when the feeling should have been cold… it was warm.

Welcome, Keela.  

Original Series Inspiration: Onom

                

An Introduction of Sorts

I don't think I will ever be well known. I don't think I have talent, or at least enough talent to be definitively noticed. What I do know, is that some thoughts and inspirations won't let me sleep until I have successfully written them down on paper, document, or just plain expressed them through conversation.

Now, as supporting as some people I know are, they don't always want to hear about my outrageous, and sometimes just plain ridiculous, plots and ideas. That is what this is for! Please feel free to post comments as you wish, I will try and post a musing daily, I think that will get my creative juices flowing.

For now,