Not quite myself.
Bears are ignorant creatures. I stumbled into one's den yesterday, and the bastard blindly attacked me. It was only a matter of seconds before he thoroughly regretted that decision.
After the fight, I felt a little winded. Strange, I guess I was a bit out of practice. I can't say I've been really active lately... At any rate, I went to the forests of peaceful Ireland for a relaxing nap. After finding a shady deciduous tree that hadn't quite lost all of its leaves yet, I sat down with the intent of a peaceful slumber. The chilly winter air made for a rather unpleasant, and ill-rested nap, which made me all the more grumpy.
I had finally managed to nod off, when rummaging in the shrubs startled me. Now, one in these realms knows that shrub-rummaging is an everyday occurence, but there was something different about this one. I became alert, yet not too mobile. Suddenly, a blue-haired little creature dressed as a pirate came tumbling out of the bushes and falls flat on it's face.
My intial reaction upon a strange creature entering my resting grounds is, of course, to kill it. I got 80% of the way there, lifting my dagger to meet her neck. Yes, a her. She cowered in fear, and begged me to put it away. Smiling, I did so. Something about this clumsy varmit made me want to learn more about her. She explained that her name was Retsu, and I introduced myself as well.
Up until this point, I hadn't noticed her distinguishing feature. The girl had a tail. Not a tiny nub of a tail like some manx cats have left, but a full grown, bushy tail! Intrigued, I asked her about it, and she explained that it was a result of a failure of her old masters magic.
Upon deciding that the winter weather wasn't suiting me, (I'm much more partial to fog and rain), I suggested that we go to my favorite chatting place in Tara. I led her to the hayloft of the local stables, and we discussed life and all else discussable as the snow blanketed the tiny little town. It was almost pleasant.
Did I just say that? Hrrm, I did. It's true, though, I opened up to this clumsy little raccoon-pirate that I had only just met. I told her all about why I was the way I was, something I didn't lie upon the ears of many listeners before her. Not many at all. The strangest part was that I enjoyed it. I was having fun telling my terrible tales. I wanted to hear hers afterwards! I wish I could understand it.
For all of those who may be thinking it, it's not love. I have no feelings toward little Retsu, except admiration of her spirit, of this I can promise you. She's not my type. However, I feel as though I should be around her sometimes, at least occasionally. Ugh, I'm not sure. One thing is for certain, however...
...in that instance, at the hayloft, I was not quite myself.
After the fight, I felt a little winded. Strange, I guess I was a bit out of practice. I can't say I've been really active lately... At any rate, I went to the forests of peaceful Ireland for a relaxing nap. After finding a shady deciduous tree that hadn't quite lost all of its leaves yet, I sat down with the intent of a peaceful slumber. The chilly winter air made for a rather unpleasant, and ill-rested nap, which made me all the more grumpy.
I had finally managed to nod off, when rummaging in the shrubs startled me. Now, one in these realms knows that shrub-rummaging is an everyday occurence, but there was something different about this one. I became alert, yet not too mobile. Suddenly, a blue-haired little creature dressed as a pirate came tumbling out of the bushes and falls flat on it's face.
My intial reaction upon a strange creature entering my resting grounds is, of course, to kill it. I got 80% of the way there, lifting my dagger to meet her neck. Yes, a her. She cowered in fear, and begged me to put it away. Smiling, I did so. Something about this clumsy varmit made me want to learn more about her. She explained that her name was Retsu, and I introduced myself as well.
Up until this point, I hadn't noticed her distinguishing feature. The girl had a tail. Not a tiny nub of a tail like some manx cats have left, but a full grown, bushy tail! Intrigued, I asked her about it, and she explained that it was a result of a failure of her old masters magic.
Upon deciding that the winter weather wasn't suiting me, (I'm much more partial to fog and rain), I suggested that we go to my favorite chatting place in Tara. I led her to the hayloft of the local stables, and we discussed life and all else discussable as the snow blanketed the tiny little town. It was almost pleasant.
Did I just say that? Hrrm, I did. It's true, though, I opened up to this clumsy little raccoon-pirate that I had only just met. I told her all about why I was the way I was, something I didn't lie upon the ears of many listeners before her. Not many at all. The strangest part was that I enjoyed it. I was having fun telling my terrible tales. I wanted to hear hers afterwards! I wish I could understand it.
For all of those who may be thinking it, it's not love. I have no feelings toward little Retsu, except admiration of her spirit, of this I can promise you. She's not my type. However, I feel as though I should be around her sometimes, at least occasionally. Ugh, I'm not sure. One thing is for certain, however...
...in that instance, at the hayloft, I was not quite myself.
posted by A squint-eyed rogue at 10:51 AM
6 Comments:
ooh! perhaps this little pirate girl with a japanesey name has super magical powers that make you not quite yourself... but wait! you weren't quite yourself in the last posting either...
*peers at you* Are you going through the "change", Luvior? Because if you are, that would be weird.
And it seems that you have an easier time making friends... how do you do that??
I always preferred altars to haylofts.
Lime, you make friends just fine, don't you? I would think a gypsy as friendly as yourself could make friends easily. Then again, having a hellhound for a boyfriend might scare some people off. People that don't like Hellhounds. Lame people, I mean. *smirk* *ruffle Zillah*
Everyone <3's a Hound!
....
That is, until he calls you the Devil's Harlot. *glare*
Here is Lime, who wants to make friends but can't due to 'guilt by association,' and then here is Luvior, a man who seems more and more much like myself: grouchy, cantankerous, full of loathing, a card-carrying misanthrope, except that he seems to meet people who actually like him everywhere he goes.
C'est la vie, I suppose.
...I don't know if I can handle the idea of two Zillah's.
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