Galantine Knight Misticore

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Chapter 7 Fresh Trail I woke up next to the pine tree to see Abia was fully clothed after the sun dried the clothing. I however was dressed in the prayer robe I had before. I wasn’t sure when it happened, my head was somewhat fuzzy as the sun took away my morning. I could see however that Abia was not in the best mood as she looked around wondering where we were. I asked her in the middle of a stretch with my claws digging into the soft snow, “Have any idea where we are? She looked back at me as she whipped a tear away, “You’re asking me that?” I could tell she was very upset her lips whimpered as tears slid gently down her cheeks. I walked over to try and comfort her but instead she stepped away from me saying, “No just leave me alone.” I froze in my steps as the wolf in my mind turned its head sideways confused, I asked, “What’s wrong?” She replied as more tears came out, “Nothing.” My ears curled against me as I dipped my nose down to get a better look as each tear fell gently down her face, “Well your crying so that means your upset.” She replied as if she was irritated with me, “I’m fine!” By now I knew something was terribly wrong I approached her and gently gripped her shoulders, “You don’t sound fine. It seems like your upset about something. Is it because of me?” She rolled her eyes at me and turned away still crying now except with a bit more distress. In the mean time I knelt down rubbing warmth into a cold part of my joints. I only examined her as she continued to cry, seeing each emotion strike an even worse one as the seconds tick by. By now I was getting upset as I listened to hear nothing but the wind blowing against the trees, “Look if it’s about what happened, I’m sorry I just can’t help what’s happening to me.” She turned to me with a lumpy throat speech, “It’s not that, it’s just, we are out here in the middle of nowhere and you want me to tell you where we are. I mean the city is still on fire in the distance and there are soldiers with armored transports driving along the road ways. I mean don’t you have a clue where you are?” I answered back, “No I don’t know where we are since I was knocked out when I was on the train. I mean, all that I am trying to do is escape from people trying to kill me, I was hoping that if I went to Mayak that I could hide out and somehow live in this pathetic life of mine.” I was starting to cry as I looked at my claws and noticing the fur on my legs, “I’m a monster Abia! I can’t live a normal life now and all I am trying to do is leave and get out of Russia. But it doesn’t matter where I go, the same life threatening stuff keeps happening and I don’t have a clue what to do. (deep heavy sigh)” Abia was now hunched over me with her tears wiped away, “Well don’t worry about that, I’ll help you seek refuge. I’m sorry that I cried, I should have realized the situation you were in John.” She took my monstrous fist and helped me back to my forward stance. She replied, “Mayak is only a few miles on the trail, I’m sure we will make our way their soon.”

(I will be posting back to my other original character while this one heals up, took a lot of time to think it over sorry for the wait)

I feel that Foxbunny was the target and a victim of his own creation which he created with good intent and I feel that we ourselves as a community have failed to respect that. Further I know that the issue has dropped, literally by those who have created it, but I feel that if the "discipline of the community" that was being debated should have been created on another thread separate of Foxbunny's threads. Further I stand up for Foxbunny and how he tried to reason the discussions of his threads even if they went off track and that the main point he was trying to make should have been discussed rather then what was discussed. Foxbunny I stand by you not as a person who takes sides, but simply to your effort and willingness to create and take the pain of creating those threads. Admin I ask that you close this thread if it gets out of hand thankyou

Fire and Water With each step I take I come close to you every heart Ive breaked nearly cries its wake as you feel my skin they melt at bay with all my sins floating away each breath I take brings warmth to you on cold summer nights I cling to you with each chill I feel nervous tension breaks like silver glassy falls twinkle in your eyes as the moon holds still your my eclipse today shining in my life as every touch I take builds my love in you like silver lining on mildew I stick to you through and through like fire and water with steam produced our hearts melt to become one in the mist (by the way I could not come up with a better word for sins, no I'm not saying she takes away my sins, more or less the hardships of previous relationships. Either way it sounds good and poetry is supposed to leave you guessing what I mean)

The Google domain is actually very nice, if you need help building your website I do have adobe dreamweaver and have been trained in College at a basic level. In short I cant do fantastic but at least give you a decent page with some flare. PM me if you need help setting it up I have helped a friend do his computer repair website and it actually brought in more customers cause I did really good at making it look professional.

That sounds like a good idea, a thank button, can you press it over and over again LOL

How about a box that tells the person you were either happy with what they said in a post or upset about it, and leave it private between the users who engage in using the box, this way it can be more private Also the rating system I think does kind of blow, because if you meet new people then it already gives them a bad image of you.

SEOUL, South Korea — The North Korean leader Kim Jong-il has found a novel way of raising badly needed cash, according to the South Korean authorities: unleashing young hackers on South Korea’s immensely popular online gaming sites to find ways to rack up points convertible to cash. Despite its decrepit economy, North Korea is believed to train an army of computer programmers and hackers. The police in Seoul said Thursday that four South Koreans and a Korean-Chinese had been arrested on charges of drawing on that army to organize a hacking squad of 30 young video gaming experts.......... Enlist me!!!! I need the money!!!!!!!! LOL :D:D:D:D ...............Working from Northern China, the police said, the squad created software that breached the servers for such popular South Korean online gaming sites as “Lineage” and “Dungeon and Fighter.” The breach allowed round-the-clock play by “factories” of dozens of unmanned computers. Their accumulated gaming points were exchanged for cash at Web sites where human players are focused on acquiring enhancements for their online personas, or avatars. The gaming software was also sold, the police said; such factories, while illegal, are common in South Korea and China. In a little less than two years, the police said, the organizers made $6 million. They gave 55 percent of it to the hackers, who forwarded some of it to agents in Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea. “They regularly contacted North Korean agents for close consultations,” Chung Kil-hwan, a senior officer at the police agency’s International Crime Investigation Unit, said during a news briefing. Mr. Chung said the hackers, all graduates of North Korea’s elite science universities, were dispatched from two places: the state-run Korea Computer Center in Pyongyang and the Korea Neungnado General Trading Company. The company, he said, reports to a shadowy Communist Party agency called Office 39, which gathers foreign hard currency for Mr. Kim through drug trafficking, counterfeiting, arms sales and other illicit activities. South Korean and American officials say they believe the slush fund is worth billions, and that Mr. Kim uses it to help finance his nuclear weapons programs and to smuggle Rolex watches and other luxury goods, which he doles out to buy the allegiance of the party and the military elite. Meanwhile, the bulk of his people suffer privation and myriad hardships. A series of United Nations sanctions imposed after North Korea’s nuclear and ballistic missile tests in recent years aim to squeeze the cash flow by curtailing trade with the North Korean companies suspected of illicit activities. They also ban exports of luxury goods to North Korea. The North Korean computer experts were each required to send at least $500 a month back to the Pyongyang government, the police said. It remained unclear how much of the rest of their profits they pocketed for themselves, given different layers of party and military officials involved in a typical illicit operation. What appeared clear from the case, the police said, was that North Korean agencies, increasingly hamstrung by international sanctions, were exploring any new means to raise cash for Mr. Kim and prove their loyalty. The two Koreas, which have remained technically at war for almost 60 years, operate in an environment of mutual suspicion. The tensions extend to the virtual world: Seoul accused North Korea of spreading malicious software that paralyzed the Web sites of South Korean government agencies and financial institutions in July 2009 and again in March. In May, the South blamed North Korea for an attack that brought down a South Korean bank’s network. North Korea denied responsibility and accused Seoul of inventing a conspiracy. By CHOE SANG-HUN Published: August 4, 2011

you can get a free domain, but its a pain in the neck sometimes...:/

Nice to see another Fox join ^.^

and me..... I've got a unique one, and its somewhat a challenge. Do you enjoy foxes? Such as a Russian white fox? Reason is that they are one of the first of the fox species to be domesticated through scientific soviet research. So you have to make the fox not look sly, but more like a dog, with a more pleasing impression.

Hmm sounds interesting but Riddle Kat is right, we cant PM you.

Welcome, I'm a fox as well

Welcome to the Group I hope you enjoy reading and posting cause you came to the right place, nice profile pick btw

I woke up again with daylight shining over my healing body. It was miraculous that I could begin to move with less pain as each day came. Eventually the man with a straw hat would speak as he smoked his pipe, at certain points I would doze off and on in between his conversation, but I could tell that his heart weighed heavily against the government systems that are in place. I remember one of his conversations as I tried my best to lay awake and listen, “I remember how it was back then, after my father took me to one of his shops” He waved his hand as if he was holding something small, “he would sell fish hooks of every size and each time he took me to the shop he would give me what ever would catch my eye.” He paced back and forth smoking his pipe before starting again, “Back then we were so rich with life, and everyday we would fish off the docks and watch the boats go by. I remember that the entire village would get together and share the best of the fish they caught with the community and everyone was welcomed” he held his arms wide before dropping them, “sure we had our problems, but they were never beyond our control. If we had a disaster it was taken care of by the community. My father would always give a job to a man in need, and things were always ready to eat when times were lean. It was like life and death were just fantasies in our dreams and when ever we had a death it was life that was celebrated.” He was smiling as he spoke but then his face turned cold and it was like he just mellowed in regret, “Yet overtime, other businesses took over and the idea that every man deserved a job was forgotten.” He continued with a loud boast, “Instead a new idea emerged that the job should be earned, and if you were not good enough to work then you would not deserve a job. Crime began to rise and people died from it, good people, that made life there worth living. Then when a disaster happened, the business moved else ware leaving the town to rot and die” he waved his hand in disgust and then back to hold his shaking head, “I would pray that my father would come back and restore the order, however he was killed because of economic crimes. Crimes that he believed would save the place we lived while it still had a chance to thrive” he held a strong fist before slightly dropping it with pity, “after he was gone I could not take it anymore and left to find solitude and try to live a normal life. But I could never again have what we had before back in that friendly community.” I was beginning to loose interest before he continued again, “The government spoiled what we had built over the years just so they make a quick profit that would only last a few years. The way the village was going before hand would have kept the village alive for many years, but because the government decided to take control it killed everyone’s dreams. They only satisfy the greed of a few individuals who could care less about what happens.” He made a jester towards me, “And now that you are here it tells me that we might have a chance to crush the idea of control that the government thinks they have. They have been trying to keep us under their power for many years, but because of how they choose to do business its causing them to slowly loose power and now they have turned to madness. And that is why you look the way you do” he said twittering his fingers on my furry ears as I turn my head away from him, “the idea that they can control the public through DNA alteration is proof of that now. So when I say that we need you to help our cause, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. So will you help us to prevail or not?” I just wanted to sleep, the man was a good man at helping me heal, but its not enough for me to like his cause or commitments. To me he was just another man that wanted to use me for his own ambitions. I promise to never serve the hands of men ever again.

I know that my viewers have been disappointing not to see any thing after so many weeks and I apologize its been really hectic fixing aircraft and moving around, not to mention a change in my love life so I have dedicated this time tonight to write more and hopefully have something posted in the next hour or so. Thanks for viewing and Ill have it done shortly. Chapter 6 Pain Glides in White Clouds Daniel….. Daniel…. My name was repeating in my head over and over again, like I was on some sick twisted lecture that told me everything about my name. Like how it started with the letter D and ended with an L. The “I” was closely evaluated and I stood at the top of its dot looking down at a pool of blood. I smelled the air of the “n” behind me as I felt the wind blow “e” working it back and forth as it rocked in the pool of blood like a tilting building. Suddenly the black clouds that surrounded me cracked open like an egg as white muck poured out of it, I then realized that someone was pouring lotion over my eyes and nose. I had trouble breathing as my arms were tied down with vipers digging into my wrists with their fangs. The white egg shell that was the sky turned red along the ridges like a silver lining as my heart beat got louder and louder. The red silver lining drew closer to me as fangs grew from the side of the ridges. I heard voices speaking of both English and Japanese ripping each other apart against my ear, Daniel…. Daniel, I was then awake. My eyes examined around me, I was laying in the dark with a flickering light in the distance. A man paced back and forth in the room as he mixed something in a brown wooden bowl. His straw hat swayed in the smoke as he puffed his pipe with a red haze that brought some light in his eyes. My eyes focused like a magnet to his iron movements as each step made me count the beats of my own heart. My body laid in a comfortable position as my head laid to the side. I could taste the blood in my mouth, my blood that then shot a sharp pain up my spine. It was like a knife digging into my back causing me to scream as the man with the pipe walked over trying to calm me down. He then drew out a shot as my mind raced causing me to panic. Every movement of my body made me scream in a sharp pain suddenly he injected the shot into my wrist, a tube that fed some white liquid that glittered from the candle light on a table near by. I cried heavily as the pain began to subside. The candle flickered slowly as my breathing began to slow, slow way down till my eyes were gripped shut by iron lead. I could not open them, nor did I want to. Yet I could feel the man with the straw hat and burning pipe rub some kind of medicine over me. He began to massage my paws with his hands as I felt each claw extend and retract with each push of his thumb. He then worked up my hind legs rubbing the underside columns with the ridge of his hands. I felt him as he continued to work on my lower thighs to the tail just slowly massaging them as I breathed longer and slower with each relaxing breath. He then moved across my hips from my tail to my rib cage which I realized was bandaged as he rubbed carefully stimulating me with each touch. I breathed affectionately as he worked on my chest massaging me with the putty from, I think was a bowl in his hands, as he worked slowly applying pressure in different areas. I began to feel better as heat ran through my whole body with each ache leaving me a cold numbness that slowly went away. He began to work on my neck carefully rubbing each spot as he spoke easily into my ear, “You may be part animal, but fortunately you have many human characteristics that can still work with Tai Chi.” I was able to speak even though I was relaxed, “Work with Tai Chi?” The man then pressed against my collar bone up along my jaw carefully saying, “It is a way of life, but also a secret in medical pain relief. When you apply it with an ancient herbal ointment.” He took a pause as I heard him place the bowl on the ground and began to play with my ears in curiosity, “It brings miraculous healing to the body and soul, you must be in a very relaxed state by now.” I could smell and feel his hot smoky breath as he exhaled some smoke into my nose. I couldn’t help but inhale as I felt slightly light headed. “You have lost a lot of blood, so I am giving you fluids to help sustain you. Just rest for now, you may be of some use once you awake. You were lucky to not have been paralyzed from that fall.” I wanted to thank him for taking the pain away, but by then I was drifting back into sleep.

hello

Welcome

When you introduce this character, please make sure to not make him so epic looking at the start, build his character as if their is no way he could save the world. This way you can have a character connecting with the audience, other then that nice epilogue and I wish that your first chapter is extremely good at gripping our attention

Thanks, I was taking a short break while doing the Role Play, not to mention setting up my Job in Ohio, but now Ive got a place to live and working steady, so I can continue writing, I'm glad your enjoying it so far.

Welcome, feel free to post your thoughts

Was I too harsh in my criticism?

I really enjoyed reading this, it was very unique, However it does have some dry spots and its what I call "Jumping over the audience's expectation" Its when you explain your whole day without much depth, you did this alot when you were training the students, and you had me hooked from when you were trying to navigate the ship, but as soon as you treated the students as objects of plot rather than actual characters I lost interest, but being a writer myself I continued through it till you spoke with Jason again, which brought me back with more interest. You must be considerate and avoid "Jumping over the audience's expectation." Instead of telling us what happened, bring us into that moment, you may find that is a simpler way to tell us the story rather then think up random activities and your short inserts of personal thoughts. You need to keep the flow like when you were talking about the ships walls. How the lines flickered in such detail that I could actually picture it in my mind. When you got to the students, I felt like I was reading a journal rather then actually living the experience in my mind. Personal description or expressing third person body language and dialogue with scenic description is the best way to keep the reader engaged. Never try to take the easy route of writing journalistically instead tell the story with every walking breath, cause that is what I feel the reader best develops interest. Nice work on the story cant wait to read more

yay you posted part two, wish I had time to read but really tired ill take a look more closely tomorrow