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A second post in less than 2 weeks...oh my! [15 Nov 2005|01:01pm] [ music | Diana Krall-Let it Snow ] Ok, so I'm posting again, however this post is...well it what it is. First note: I'm ashamed. I've been writing on blogspot under an assumed name...meaning a name that makes no sense, and hiding a part of who I am from some of the people who mean the most to me. While some people already know the site, my family members do not. While at first I was hiding it all because I didn't want my cousins to tell my mother what was going on. I have come to realize while they might not understand it, they would never invade my privacy like that. I have begun to realize that I'm afraid of what people would think if they knew certain bits about me. That's scary. 9 times out of 10 I say "Fuck what others think! Do what you want," So why does it scare me so much? I mean it is my personal life, I have a right to keep it hidden if I so wish. But why does that make me feel so shitty? .aerdnA post comment

[13 Nov 2005|09:22pm] So it's been a while. Sue me. Life has been...interesting and boring at the same time. Only I could manage to have that happen eh? Let's see....My cousins went to England. And Ireland. Am I jealous? Fucking right I am! But they thought of me while they were there and I got a postcard from them, and a thumb thing and a red england bracelet..and a leprachaun magic beanies chocolate bar and....*Sigh* A Harrods Bag.... Harrods!!!! Can you believe it? It's like Macy's. But in England. And better I would imagine. Now all I need is something (A bag would suffice) From tiffany's. *Drool.* I love shopping, what can I say? Let's see what else, oh I've decided to save up for a trip, I'm going in two years....I don't know where, but it'll be somewhere I have to fly to and not anywhere in Canada or the U.S. Why? I went to Stratford this year and a few years ago I went to Boston and before that New York and before even that Florida, I'm tired of the states. Give me something different. Ireland, Venice, Paris, Spain, New Zealand, Thailand, Australia, Honk Kong, I don't know. Anywhere! Preferably somewhere I might be able to get along with Speaking english. I'm tired. I went drinking last night with Sammi, and we met with her friend Jon. (Very nice guy ;) ) We got...intoxicated to say the least. I do beleive Jon threatened to take away our purses at one time. It was fun. I'll be going to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire this friday....opening night, it'll be horendous but I can't wait. The huge line-ups.....the insane amount of people crawling into the theatres...i can't wait. I'm sleepy and still have to check out my emails. I'm off. I'll write sooner next time. aerdnA post comment

NewMarketland [24 Jul 2005|11:15pm] Once upon a time there were two young girls who quite liked to go to the movies. Quite often they would travel to a land far far away from where they lived just too be able to see movies and family. One such day they went to NewMarketland. It was quite an adventure really. They went over hill and under ...bridges. They even queried the possibility of being lost on the way there. Of course they weren't though. They were far too bright to get lost on the way there. They had dinner and eventually went in to see their movie. And what a movie it was, full of dark...chocolate and white....white men, well he was grey really but have you ever pictured a man who looked gray? It never seems to come out the right tone, so I reiterate...white he was. It even had glass elevators that were increasingly difficult to locate; unless one happened to walk straight into it of course, then it was by far the most easiest thing to locate. It even had giant melting palaces in the middle of ....a very far Away place, even farther then NewMarketland. It just so happened that after the movie was over it was indeed time for the most dreaded part of their journey. (Insert "dread" music here, by dread music of course I mean music that builds tension and a slight amount of horrificy) The Trip Home. Of course as their usual trip goes they missed their first turnoff and wound up in Auroravillty. Quite the wrong place to be, unless one means to be in the land of Sleeping Beauty's and annoyingly argumentative fairies (Not necessarily the best place to be whilst driving let me tell you). Then of course were the dread "Get Off's" as one girl termed them. After that of course was the annoying round about of getting on the Don's beautiful Valley Park's Way, which of course they hadn't meant to be on at all it was purely mischance that carried them in that direction, of course they apologized splendidly to the Don himself and didn't let him here a word of their curses as they left him For Lawrence and then the DVP once more to of course return to their original destination. The Easterly winding road that was only a 4, a 0, and a 1, away. And from there on it was clear sailing home. Though of course they were driving on a road a clearly you can't sail a boat on a road. Well, you could drive a boat on the road, but that (of course) involves trailors, and you wouldn't want to meet those ladies on a stormy night let me tell you! But they managed to arrive safely at home, and rest now snug in their beds. Which is where I am headed now. I hope you've enjoyed this startlingly brief tale of NewMarketland and Auroravillty, perhaps soon I shall a tale of Bancroftidia. I'm sure you'll enjoy that tale much much more. 1 comment|post comment

Rat Bastard [14 Jul 2005|11:12pm] You called today, just like you did yesterday and all you wanted was to say hi. You confuse me more than math and that is truly saying something. I don't know what you want from me. Maybe just get laid again, but I already had enough of that from you and while it was "nice" (The word of death in my opinion) I have no urgent need to recreate the experience I mean last time you practically rolled off me and left. that made me feel 'special'. I don't understand you and apparently I never will. I don't know what you want or what you expect of me. I wanted to ask you to do something sometime but I wouldn't let myself. No matter how much I want something it does not mean it will happen. I mean I thought you could love me again and I found that you could lust after me, like me even maybe, but I really think I can't be loved by a man or hell even a boy. It's one thing over the internet. Another in person. I might be hurting people by saying this and I don't mean to but it had to be said. I'm so tired of being for other people. I'm getting an itch. An urge. I want to buy motorbike, I want to be able to roar out of town on a couple of wheels and not have to worry about people worrying about me. I wanted to go to Ottawa...be by myself for a few days. I want....need...to know I can survive on my own. I can be myself without the need to rely on others. I want to be independent, to know who I am and what I'll grow up to be. Sometimes I think I am still that hurting 15 year old in love with you and at other times I can tell how I've grown and matured and I know it's not me you want. Not really. I wish there was something I was truly good at. Something that made me a little more unique. A little different from the others.....I don't like being one of a crowd. I don't like feeling invisible. 2 comments|post comment

a short story. [09 May 2005|04:09pm] This is a short story by an online friend of mine who goes by the name of EroticFae Some of you know her, some of you don't. Untitled By: EroticFae She lay in the small single bed on her stomach because the stinging pain went from the bottoms of her thighs halfway up her back. It had been a double punishment for one incident that wasn’t entirely her fault to begin with. She had been talking with Jaxon and her twin brother Kantor after their Thursday morning class while she waited to be picked up for the long weekend. Jaxon was in most of her geology and other science coursesat the local university while her brother was taking the more in depth archaelogy courses. It was a month into their third year for all of them and they were fast becoming friends. She had known for a while that Jax and Tory found it odd that she disappeared every weekend starting Friday nights and not returning until late on Sunday. They knew she was with her boyfriend , although she hated having to call him that. Jax had told her earlier that he worried both of the twins because he didn’t seem inclined to meet her friends or spend the weekend her at the school---But I digress. They had been talking about her weekends away and both Jax and Tory were trying to get her to see that it was an unhealthy relationship, or what they thought was an unhealthy relationship. All she would say about it was, “I can see how some people would see it as unhealthy,” or “You should try this argument after you have all the facts,” Other than that she would not speak of it. What they didn’t know was that she wasn’t allowed to, and had already told them too much by giving his name out earlier. Yes that’s right he didn’t allow her to speak of it, not without his express permission and so far he hadn’t given it. Tory had been holding by her shoulders, leaning down to look her directly in the eye, almost pleading with her to break it off with the man who had clearly brainwashed her, and didn’t really respect her. That was when he pulled up to the curb in his new blue and white mustang. His eyes bored into Torys, “Get your hands off of her,” His voice was deep and slightly menacing, it made both Tory and Jax nervous enough to back off they jumped when he barked at her to get in the car. She had very calmly opened the door and gracefully slid into the seat pulling the door shut and was just reaching for he safety belt when he peeled off. He made her nervous and excited when he was like this. He was unpredictable and she loved it. “What did you tell them?” “Nothing,” “Have they asked where you go?” “Yes” “And?” He drove quickly but competently through the city streets as they spoke, “I tell them I spend the weekend with my boyfriend,” He growled faintly at the word and she nodded in agreement, “Have you told them my name?” She grimaced and hesitated too long, “I told you, you were to ask my permission. I never gave you my permission my love.” She lowered her eyes and spoke softly, “I know Sir.” “You’ll have to be punished tonight. Tomorrow we will invite your friends over for dinner to set their minds at ease,” They finally pulled into the drive way of his city home and parked the car in the garage. The door came down closing them in. She remained seated in the car as usual although she wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t often punish her, he didn’t have to she behaved as a submissive should. He understood why should had told them his name and it wasn’t as bad as it could have been but it could not go unpunished, “Wait here,’ he left the car keys in the ignition as a temptation, “Touch nothing,” he said as he shut the car door. He walked into the house through the connecting door and left it open, that way he could watch her more easily while he made sure everything in the new room was tidy. It was hot in the garage and pretty soon it became stifling in the car, if the window had not been rolled down she had thought it would almost be like suffocating. He left her there for two hours, she kept her eyes on the watch and thought of what her punishment might be. She was dripping with sweat by the time he came to get her. He held the door open for her and even helped her stand when she proved to have pins and needles in her toes. He offered a glass of water as they made their way to the basement door and she took several small sips before setting it on a coaster on one of the many tables in the house. He held her by the wrist, as though she would try to run away or was a small child. He had her open the door and then proceeded to almost drag her down the stairs behind him. She had never been brought down here before and that alone made her nervous. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots and even threatened to reject the small amount of water in it. She had been brought into the small room with the single-sized bed. It had a wrought iron headboard and no footboard. The room was painted a dull grey and had a bare bulb on the ceiling with a long pull string. There was a small nightstand beside the bed and a plump floor cushion thrown into the far corner. It was very cell like and more than a little depressing. He had made her stand facing the side of the bed and told her to undress, while she folded her clothes he rummaged through the bottom drawer of the nightstand. When he had found what he needed and her clothes were folded neatly at the foot of the bed he had made her lie down on her stomach her arms stretched above her head. He had secured her hands to the headboard with silk scarves, he had had to steel himself to his task when she whimpered softly by closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He had chosen this particular punishment because he knew she would enjoy it as much as she was pained by it. In fact, the would both enjoy and be pained by it. He drew back the flog and snapped it once quickly and across her ass. She yelped and arched against it in surprise. She remembered thinking it was going to be a paddle and readying herself for the resounding wallop not expecting the sting of a flog made it hurt that little bit more. She had been thinking about it since and she supposed that with a new room it should be expected that there would be a new toy or punishment. He had continued snapping the flog across her back, ass, and thighs until they were all a bright red. She had been sure to stay quiet after the first initial shocking crack and from then on the only indication of her being in ecstasy or pain was from her body involuntarily arching and writhing on the bed. When he had felt she had had enough he put the flog back in the nightstand and untied her hands and informed her that she would sleep there in the bed for the night, and that she was not to touch anything but the bed or herself until he returned. He also informed her that he quiet fully expected her to masturbate but that she mustn’t bring herself to orgasm. He had wanted her to save that for when he returned. Then he had turned out the light and left the room, leaving the door open fully aware of her fear of enclosed dark places. Whatever he was he wasn’t cruel. She had spent some time pleasuring herself lying on her stomach because of the pain, though the thought of it did make her grin. The only thing that made the punishment a little less harsh was the fact that it was in fact punishing her master at the same time, as he was making both of the sleep alone. She knew he would go to no other when she was perfectly available. About and hour had passed by and she was just about to nod off to sleep when she heard him step back into the room a while later. He shut the door softly and she rolled over and curled in on herself whimpering softly, “Shhh, my love. It’s alright,” she shivered and then moved over in the tiny bed, “I found myself missing you in my bed so I came to join you in yours,” He pulled her close and hugged her to him. “I love you Master,” and they drifted off to sleep. post comment

A map [13 Apr 2005|08:01pm] I drew a map today, it was supposed to be a map of the first neighbourhood you can ever remember living in. oddly enough this was the first time I noticed that I can't remember ever knowing one neighbourhood. I've grown up with two. My house in Ajax, and my cottage in Bancroft. I remember the drives up to the cottage, they always seemed so long and boring to me so I usually fell asleep within the first half an hour and woke up about 20 minutes away from the cottage driveway. It happened every singe time. I don't know why I was able to fal asleep and wake up in roughly the same places, but it happened and thinking back on it, it seems a little spooky. It takes about two and a half hours to get up north driving the speed limits, and in the winter it can be a little eerie, especially at night. There were a few times where I would wake up and (I was bad and occasionally took off my seat belt so I could lie down completely in the backseat) all I could see out of the windows were these large dead looking trees reaching down to me. I truly thought they were reaching out to grab me, like the trees in the Disney version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I had some nightmares about those trees. 5 comments|post comment

A new poem [08 Apr 2005|03:47pm] Written to Lament" Track 8 on Mark Sullivan's C.D. Entitled Traditional Styles Dancing softly, floating on air, Above the stars, for all nights time. Holding her in his arms, so close by his side, Love shining at each othe,r Through their sapphire eyes. Everlasting and strong, They stood together through their earthly years, Never did they let go-even in death- A love so strong, meant to give us all hope. Now they dance together, floating on air, above the stars, for all nights time. Andrea Casselman post comment

More of sisters....stuff I lost and I am trying to get back.... [11 Mar 2005|02:15pm] "Hartian you must go to her! seer Crystalora has seen the dangers ahead for her, she will need your assistance!!" Hartian grinned as his mother continued her rant on the importance of family looking after each other. He calmly finished the last of the sanding on the rail of the small sloop he was building, "Are you paying attention Son?" "Yes Mother Phaedra, I will go and I am paying attention. I'll let you in on a little secret Mother," he leaned in to whisper "I was already planning on going,' he winked playfully and stood straight reaching for a rag to wipe his hands, "I've only to finish the sloop and then Boedan and I will be on our way. Yes boedan is already settled on it he will join me and I've just got to have the strength to drag him away from from the Public House." His mother beamed at him and clapped her hands grandly the overlarge sleeves of her tunic billowing nicely. "Delightful! When will you be leaving?"As soon as master Kravics' sloop is done. Two days at the latest. Would you mind letting Bo know?He'll hav to get the necessities for us," "Crystalora is at the Public House working her wiles on the boy as we seak. It will be done." Hartian smiled at his mother, "We'll find Dy and keep her as safe as we can, whata else are older brother s for?" He winked at her again and Phaedra lifted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with tears though she didn't let it sound in her voice. "You're good boys, you and Boedan. I imagine you'll be needed for more than just protection before the end. Keep your eyes open lovey," ********** "No absolutely not! I forbid it!" Jelara stalked to the doors of the stable, "I've lost a girl who was never truly my daughter and I will not lose two of my blood sons as well!" "Jelara, the boys must go, you've known that for ages, you've seen this day coming you'll have to be strong for them!" Damien wrapped his arms around his wife as Two of their eldest boys brought the horses out of their stalls. Ryder and Leo mounted quickly and nodded at their father, Ryder galloped out of the barn and Leo stayed unti ljelara looked up at him. "She may not be of our blood, but in every other way she is your daughter and our sister. These dreams tell us that we must go to find her, if we don't they will be in danger. For all we know they could be in danger as we speak. We will find her, we will protect her. Hunter is one of our family, and our family is strong in name, not in blood. We'll be fine Mother, but it's ok if you worry a little. that's what Parents do right?" He grinnded and nudged his horse into a canter and the brothers made their way out of the mountain range. post comment

Finally a new update [08 Mar 2005|08:11pm] Ok, so Sammi's being awesome again and letting me use her comp for a bit to update and shiznit....isn't she awesome?!?!?!!! yeah well my comp is still sorta M.I.A. and I hate it.....with a passion....i hate technology....with a passion....so yeah ok I ve been working on the story and it's been coming along but I want to get more done b4 posting any of it. So I'm of again hopefully not for as long this time. I feel like I'm going through Internet deprivation ;) (just kidding guys, I'm not that big of a dork!) ;) Ciao Babes! A.C. post comment

Pictures!!!! [30 Jan 2005|10:49pm] 2 comments|post comment

Goddamn freaking Comps!!!!! [30 Jan 2005|10:26pm] Ok so Frankie is a dumbass...and erased everything so now I need to recall everything I said. 1) My computer is a piece o' shit!!!! Yes It has been attacked by the virulent creatures of the web and other lesser known beings that I know not of. 2) Shopping in T.O. Was sooo much fun!!!! So many sex stores so little time, No I shan't go into any more detail than that because I do not wish too. Right Now I am chillin' at a friends and she is such a sweetie that she's letting me use her own computer to come on here and let ya'll know where I've been the past while. It seems as though it'll be another week or so before I manage to get fully on-line again.....*Crossing my fingers* At least I hope it takes that long. Talk to you all soon!!!!! A.C. Oh Oh!!!! Pictures of my niece and nephew with me and with Sammi will be comming soon!!!! Hopefully as soon as Sammi gets back..... post comment

Lack of Computer [21 Jan 2005|12:05am] [ mood | concerned ] [ music | Jakalope - Go Away ] Hello readers! This is JeN here as a temporary guest writer. I'm letting you know that Andrea has a screwy computer. It had too much spyware on it and it fizzled so, for now, she's computerless until she can get a firewall installed. Hope this doesn't ruin your day. Toodle-oo! 2 comments|post comment

[10 Jan 2005|11:49am] Just Be I lay in bed, stick straight, my hand overlapped beneath my breasts, I lay as I will in death. I think of the strong, hard rocks, I try to become them. I think of cold and relentless rivers, I try to become them. Void of emotion, only the need to do and to be. I wouldn't be so ravaged and worn, Then I could be without pain. I could just be. I will the pain away I ignore the need to cry. I won't let it rule me. I won't let him see how weak his words make me. I turn his words around, and build my walls. I learn to protect myself, too little too late. Soon, can I just be? 1 comment|post comment

[10 Jan 2005|11:44am] Make Believe let's play make believe & believe it all away let's play make believe & believe you're with us today let's play imaginary & imagine you are here let's play imaginary and imagine we never shed those tears let's not play anymore let's face the cold hard truth you aren't coming back today i can't believe it all away i can't imagne you are here or not crying all those tears lets play truth today the pain never goes away post comment

Links to the last sequential Sisters entry, 08/06/04 [07 Jan 2005|12:57am] Standing behind one of the markers and watching as the night grew darker Norrah stuck to the shadows. Pacing for a few steps every time her muscles cramped but always making sure she stayed silent. She was ready for anything, especially the horse and rider that had been heading in her direction for the better part of an hour. She’d been waiting the better part of two days, not daring enough to light a fire in case a fire attracted too many eyes she found food in the bushes. Red vine berries were in high season and plentiful so she was eating a great deal of those as well as the various plants that she recognized as edible. She’d grab a leaf every once in a while and start chewing it into a paste before swallowing it, it almost tasted good that way; and it didn’t make her gag. She fumbled a moment with her satchel and pulled out the nightglass she had found earlier. When she peered through it she could see perfectly in the dark although there was a green hue to everything and she could even see for long distances. Spotting the horse and it’s rider was no problem. They were riding at full tilt straight towards the markings. It was also no problem spotting the bandits following close behind her. “Well shit, looks like trouble,” Norrah slid the glass inside the pocket of her pants and climbed atop the tallest marker, crouched low so no one would spot her. As the horse drew nearer Norrah could see it was in a lather and that the girl on it’s back was dead tired. Which was probably why she hadn’t noticed the five men following her. Groaning inwardly Norrah urged the rider to perk up a bit when she noticed the hand on the hilt of the sword. ‘She’s playacting, she wants them to think she’s tired, good job girlie!’ Norrah thought as she readied to jump down. The first two bandits strode into camp laughing and chuckling amongst themselves. Watching the girl in the saddle and grinning wider as she all but fell out of the saddle. “Watcha think boy-o? Should we just be stealin’ her wares, or be testin’ her too?!” The man guffawed loudly thinking this was quite the witty remark. “I dunno meself boy-o, I’ma thinkin’ we’ll hafta be getting’ t’others ‘pinion on it,” The first ‘boy-o’ lets out a shrill whistle and the other three appear from out of no where surrounding Hunter in the middle of the markers. Hunter grins a little and spinning in a quick ‘befuddled’ circle she starts stammering stupidly. Until she heard the voice, it sent prickles all over her arms and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Whoo are youuu?” Said the unearthly voice, “How dare youuuu threaten a daughter of the blood! Leave now or witness the wrath ooof Araaaaa!!!” The men all went ghostly pale and took a step back, “Who in blazes are ye, that Ara be willin’ to protect ye eh?” This new man stepped forwards and was about to grasp Hunter by the arm, then he let out a cry of pain clutching his arm to his side. “Gods above it burns!!!! It Burns!!! She tried to strike me down! Ara!!! Blast it burns!!!” Crying almost deliriously he staggered away from the markers and towards the woods all the while screaming about how much it burns. His friends looking carefully around them made their way out to follow their friend. “Didn’t see a blasted thing…” “-How she works, melds with the dark that one-“ “-Lucky she didn’t strike ‘im dead ‘e is. Ara bein the meanest goddess around these parts y’know?” As the men walked away Hunter drew her sword guarding herself carefully. “Who’s there?” “Good. At least you are not particularly stupid,” Norrah walked along the tops of the markers watching Hunter carefully. “I asked a question!” “Mmm, Lady of the manor are you? Careful ye might be wishin’ you were back at home in yer nice feather bed soon enough.” Hunter visibly stiffened. “Show yourself, and give me your name peasant!” Norrah laughed softly, “No one’ll be sending orders my way on this mission. I’ll do things my way or I’ll not be doin’ ‘em at all. And as for me name I’ll be givin’ it when I’ve gotten yers Missy.” Norrah grinned as she imagined steam billowing out of the uppity Miss’s ears. She crawled down the side of the marker and landed lightly on her feet running around behind Hunter. “You’ll get my name as soon as I can see your face!” “You’ll be hard pressed to see mucha anything this time o’ the night Missy. Or hadn’t you noticed the lack of light?” Hunter spun round quickly her sword pointed directly at the spot Norrah had just vacated. Norrah walked carefully to another marker. “Would you stop being so damned-“ “Ah ah! Ye’ll be wantin’ to watch yer language Miss Priss. I’m not one that’s taken a likin’ to the coarse languages of menfolk.” “Don’t call me that!” “What, Miss Priss? Why shore thing Missy. I’ll be holdin’ off on that for a while then.” Grinning Norrah smoothly sidestepped the lunge attack Hunter aimed at her and brought out her knives silently. “Mmm, close but not close enough I’m afraid Missy. Besides, ye’ll be needin’ me on this quest of ours. Just wait until ye see me usin’ me knives!” Norrah laughed huskily and parried Hunters next thrust with great ease. Startled Hunter paused for a moment “You have eyes like a cat,” she snarled at the stranger, “but your knives would be much like the claws off a kitten, Mmm yes, Kit then. Since you’ll not give me your name I’ll call you Kit. Short for kitten, after all a Cat is much more dangerous,” Still seething inside Hunter grins maliciously as there is no comment from Norrah, “Struck a nerve then did I Ki-ahh!” Gasping softly Hunter maintains her hold on her sword but barely as Norrahs arm circles her neck and the knife presses against her throat, “Who’s the kitten now Missy? Mmm?” Norrah puts a little pressure into the knife. “Hunter….My name’s Hunter!” The taller blond girl gasps out. “Norrah,” the small red head puts simply, she lets go off Hunter. “But I think I like the whole Cat analogy,” Grinning softly she leans against a marker and puts her knives away. Perhaps we’ll have to talk about the need for names on this… expedition of ours.” “I think, Norrah, I might begin to like you at some point. Not yet, but at some point.” “Perhaps this is what they called a beautiful friendship before the change,” Smiling the two girls sat on the ground beside each other and talked until dawn. As the sun rose Hunter noticed a figure moving in their direction from the sea-side of the markers, when she told Norrah of the figure her reply was, “Aye, an’ she’ll be here shortly that one, she’s made quick work of the past mile, and she’s spotted us, or she should have by now,” “You couldn’t have seen her a mile back from there! You’d have to have a halks eyes!” Hunter looked at Norrah for a moment and when Norrah didn’t reply she just shook her head and stood up moving to the other side of the stone marker, picking up her bedroll and the other items she hadn’t put away when she had a woken. Norrah on the other hand appeared to have put her things away shortly after she woke up, there was no trace of her having even slept anywhere and Hunter pondered on this as she stowed her things in the saddlebags. Norrah remained watching the new comer with avid interest learning about her as she drew near. Tall and slender with long blond hair, the girl walked at a brisk pace, either from excitement or a natural need to speed walk, she was definitely a no-nonsense type of girl. ‘Hunter should like her well enough,’ Norrah thought to herself scoffing only a little. She carried a bag identical to the ones Norrah and Hunter had, ‘She must be one of us then, one more to come then. Then I suppose we have to figure out where in the hell we are supposed to be going.’ As Norrah pondered these thoughts she vaguely registered the sound of a sword being drawn from a scabbard and she smiled she withdrew a knife and just as Hunter brought the sword down to nick Norrahs arm the knife deflected it. “Ye’ll have to be a mite quicker on the draw Missy, though I seriously doubt ye’ll ever be quick enough to best me!” She laughed softly and sprang away from Hunter in a low crouch the second knife coming out in a fluid motion and the two circled each other cautiously. Hunter lunged and thrust the sword neatly almost scratching the smaller girls neck, but he girl bent backwards in to a neat bridge and having startled the experienced swordswoman, kicked the sword away with her foot as she flipped backwards. “Wha-?” Hunter looked at her in amazement and laughed. “You’ve a few tricks up your sleeve kitten, but when do I get to taste the bite of your claws?” Teasing the smaller girl and trying to push her into a mad fight Hunter began to thrust and lunge the sword again having it neatly deflected time and time again by Norrahs knifes, what the two hadn’t bargained on were the two crossbow bolts that landed in the ground a slight half an inch from their feet. Norrah flipped the knife in her right hand and crouched to a throwing stance while keeping one eye on Hunter. “The Hell was that for?!” Norrah exclaimed hoarsely, not wanting to admit she had been caught off guard by the Amazonian girl. “Sisters should not fight.” She said simply. “We’re not fighting, just testing each other,” Hunter said simply and a little angrily. “Sisters have no need for tests. They know each others strengths and weaknesses from birth and know how to fill the gaps so there is no weakness. It is said that in the battle to come, if there is weakness then all will be in vain,” Norrah and Hunter looked at each other and faced the new comer as one, all weapons trained on the new girl. “Who are you?” Hunter asked bluntly. “My name is Dyanne, I come from sea towns to the east. I was told my talents would be needed here and so I came,” she said it all so blithely that the other two were a little unnerved. “Y’came because you were told to?” Norrah asked unbelievingly. “If’n when a person tries to tell me what ta do, I’ll be givin’ ‘em a kick in the arse and doin’ tha’ opposite!” She nodded her head to make it a point, and Hunter just grinned a little at the spunk in the tiny girl. Dyanne laughed softly, “I wasn’t told in any normal way, I woke up one morning and the chest was on the table, and I knew it was time,” She grinned softly. “I sure wish I had seen her though,” “Seen who?” hunter asked as her spine stiffened. “Well, The Mother of mothers of course. Celeste,” Hunter laughed as Dyanne finished. “You’re not serious are you? Celeste? She died before half of the old timers succumbed to the madness!” Norrah looked at Hunter, “There was no madness and Our mother still lives, at least, she lives a half-life to my knowledge,” Dyanne looked at the other two and sat on the ground, putting the crossbow down, “I think we all need to have a chat,” ********** Edana shivered and hunkered down closer against Emitsap’s neck trying to keep out of the wind that blew back between the chimaera’s wings. Looking over the ground as everything slowly changed, from desert to scrub lands and then to the heavily wooded and forested areas of the hill-lands had been quite a sight for Edana. She had marveled at how tall the trees grew, and how many different four-legged beasts lived throughout the scrub-lands and hill-lands that never ventured into the desert-land. They had only stopped briefly to get some sleep, and Emitsap had only ever allowed her four hours sleep before waking her up with a nudge of his nose; and she was far to nervous to sleep while he was soaring 500 ft up in the air. By the fifth day, Edana had become a little cranky and was desperately in need of sleep. They were soaring high above a forest when she felt a great rumble in Emitsaps throat, a signal she had learned meant there was something up ahead. She dug quickly in her satchel and retrieved the double-eyed spy glass and put them to her face to focus them. Once Focused her eyes surveyed the nearby land. She squealed softly when she saw the four markers just ahead thrusting the spyglass back in her satchel, Edana silently urged Emitsap to hurry and get there. The first moment she had spotted the markers she thought it was odd that there was no one there but then forgot it in her excitement about arriving at last. So, she never noticed the blond aiming her cross-bow or the brunette drawing her sword. She never noticed the red-head leaning against the stones with a smirk on her face (but in all honesty that’s ok because the brunette and blond didn’t see her either). The chimaera landed gently and rumbled a soft warning to the small woman. Edana softly brought out her amethyst staff. Walking carefully and as silently as she possibly could, she was about to round the corner of one of the markers when a voice called out, “Who are you and what business do you have in this place?!” “My name, and my business are unimportant at this time!” Edana snapped, “What is important is whether or not our meeting holds any significance for the rest of my journey!” Almost snarling Edana cross-steps to the other side of the marker. The girl who laughed jumped soundlessly from the top of the marker in front of Edana, “Relax Missy, She be the last of us,” One of the others made a scoffing noise and two girls walked out of the shadows, one holding a large sword and the other bracing her crossbow. “How can you be sure? She looks more like a djipsy than one of us,” Hunter pointed her sword at Edana and Norrah stepped in front of the sword, “I have me ways darlin’. I’ll be trustin’ them more ‘n the word of any person.” Norrah smiled and turned to Edana, who stood with her staff at her side and ready to fight if the need arose. Dyanne looked at Hunter and lowered her crossbow, “Sisters know sisters,” She spoke softly and it was barely more than a whisper of the wind. It was becoming quite clear that Dyanne rarely spoke more then when it was necessary and it was more often than not, very cryptic. 2 comments|post comment

An edited version sortof [14 Dec 2004|10:09am] Okay so this the last entry but better. Sort of. I've cleaned it up a little but it still won't make any sense ewhen put into context of my last entry about the sisters because this is a completely random sscene that I will be working in later on. Enjoy, She shuddered in the light of the sun and drew back further into the shadow’s. She could smell the blackness in the building, he was coming towards her and had one of the pack with him. ‘Great’ she thought, ‘A black shifter and a black wolf. It’s my lucky day,’ She could hear the shouts from her friends outside the building. They were looking for her, trying to keep the noise up in case she needed the cover of sound. Norrah looked at the bleeding gash in her leg and winced. Blood magiks smelled the strongest but also worked the best. Taking out the angled dagger she dipped the knife into the wound covering it in her own poisonous blood. Consecrating it silently and turning the dagger into a blood weapon, she looked at the wound again and saw the seams of her flesh drawing towards each other, entwining together like the vines on clematis, meshing and sealing the wound; a few hours and it would be good as new. She heard the sounds of their steps coming up the stairs, “Norrah my love,” He spoke so silkily, almost as if he was really left in the shell “You know you can’t hide from me. In the darkest of blacks I can still find you.” Her anger was building, her wrath threatened to bubble over, as it was the ivy growing on the outside of the house crashed through the windows and grew at an alarming rate spiraling through the hall towards the Black creatures and she stepped out into the hall. She looked magnificent haloed by the light shining through the vines and surrounded by the vines crawling through the hall. “Merryck ye bastard, in the lightest of black I’ll always find yer blackened soul. Ye’ve been touched by His hand you cretin! Ye sold our village to the blacks and I’ll kill you for that!” The vines thickened and were now strong enough to hold the wolf, the kept growing, becoming larger and larger they were curling and snaking around her feet and torso, reaching out they ensnared the mindless wolf holding it fast. She watched as Merryck stepped up on the last stair. Looking into his soulless eyes Norrah laughed almost gleefully “I’ll not have to be worryin’ about murdering my lover darlin’. He died years ago an’ now I’ll be takin’ perverse pleasure in killin’ the monsters slave,” Merrycks body grinned at her and licked his rotten teeth. “Norrah my love, you’ll never know how much you meant to me,” As he spoke he moved forwards, with each step Norrah could smell the stench of decay on him increasing. She maintained her focus and met his eyes slowly adopting the look of one that’s fallen into the hypnotic state the blacks could use. When Merryck was crowing with glee in utter abandon Norrah whispered the words of the shadow spell. “Shadow mine heed my words, when the time is right decapitate the soulless one, Take it not in haste and wait ‘til time is right to ensure his shadow can not take flight,” Norrah followed Merrycks movements and “Merryck…you….must still be feelin’ something for me…I can’t believe you’re truly gone! You loved me! You said you’d never leave me! Please my love, come back to me and mine. Make me yours again Merryck!” With her eyes shining with unshed tears she pressed herself against Merryck. Her body tight against his and wrapping her arms about his neck she pressed her full mouth to his. Kissing him tenderly, nibbling on the rotten flesh of his lower lip. He grinned against her mouth and tore the brown muslin shirt from her body, pressing her into the wall. “Make you mine my love? You were always mine, and now you’ll be His.” Merryck grinned and slid his black and yellow tongue down the flesh of her neck. Norrah had to keep herself from shuddering and then decided to give into it, he looked up at her and smirked at her seemed acceptance with the corpse. Norrah grinned, and though Merryck thought it was for him, it was aimed at the two shadows fighting on the floor. One with a blood weapon in hand the other with only the strength of the black. Merryck leered as he came to her breasts, the nipples all puckered and rosy. “Roses and cream my love. You always were like roses an’ cream,” He leaned forward to suckle and bite on her, Norrah had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from vomiting, she did it hard causing it to bleed and she reveled in the taste of her own poison. Smiling down at Merryck, “Darling now! Please!” She reached down and pulled the hem of the skirt up and as Merryck stood and dropped his breeches she latched on to him pressing her mouth against his, feeling her blood mesh with his tongue, she grinned against his mouth and murmured happily, “Yes! Yes! So soon…close now…Now!” She screamed, as he tried to plunge himself inside her and her shadow decapitated his own and he fell back. The loss of the connection to the black deep and staggering he gasped and as he felt his throat closing up on him he stared horrified at her mouth, the drops of blood that rested on the corner of her mouth caught his eye. “You bitch!” He began ranting even as his body was moving into paralysis. Norrah laughed and circled him gathering her shirt and pausing to sweep a lock of his hair off his forehead. “You remember what my poisons do don’t you my love? First they paralyze and threaten to close your throat. But they leave you thinking that you’ll suffocate. Then they burn like acid through your veins leaving open sores to attract the insects and animals. I do believe I remember one time your friend was still alive when the maggots were eating her eyes from the inside out. It was very unpleasant. Of course there’s just you in here now, and no one else at all for a very long ways. At least your friend had healers to numb some of the pain. They never could find out what the poison was.” Norrah leaned down and whispered conspiratorily into his ear, “It was me my love, remember the night you let her violate my body? I was bleeding then….she drank much more than just juices.” Norrah laughed wickedly at the horror on his face. “Oh yes, your new lover, she died because of you,” Now I will go to find my sisters and we will leave and my vines will allow only creatures of the light and most minor of darkness in here. Your wolf has already been killed you won’t be able to reanimate it either, I’m afraid my vines were,” She paused for a moment, “Hungry. Don’t try to shift either. It only makes the sores more painful.” She stood and gathering the black clothing from the shadows that she had stripped off earliershe pulled on the jump suit and looked one last time at the shell of her first love. “May you rot eternally,” She left without a backwards glance. Andrea. C. 1 comment|post comment

More story - Sisters [13 Dec 2004|05:13pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Okay I thought this up in the past 1/2 hour. I am rushed for work and its very sloppy don't mind that otherwise let me know what you think. .... She shuddered in the light of the sun and drew back further into the shadow’s. She could smell Merryck in the building, he was coming towards her and had one of the pack with him. ‘Great’ she thought, ‘A black shifter and a black wolf. It’s my lucky day,’ She could hear the shouts from her friends outside the building. They were looking for her, trying to keep the noise up in case she needed the cover of sound. Norrah looked at the bleeding gash in her leg and winced. Blood magiks smelled the strongest but also worked the best. Taking out the angled dagger she dipped the knife into the wound covering it in her own poisonous blood. Consecrating it silently and turning the dagger into a blood weapon, she looked at the wound again and saw the seams of her flesh drawing towards each other, entwining together like the vines on a clematis meshing and sealing the wound; a few hours and it would be good as new. She heard the sounds of their steps coming up the stairs, “Norrah my love, you know you can’t hide from me. In the darkest of blacks I can still find you.” “Merryck you bastard, in the lightest of black I’ll always find you and your blackened soul. You’ve been touched by His hand you cretin! You sold our village to the blacks and I’ll kill you for that!” She was screaming in her rage now, the ivy vines outside the window started to grow, becoming increasingly larger and larger the tiny tendrils at the end pushed through the glass and as Norrah stepped out of the shadows and with the sun at her back and vines curling and snaking around her feet and torso, reaching out and ensnaring the mindless wolf holding it trapped she watched as Merryck stepped up. Looking into his soulless eyes Norrah laughed almost gleefully. I’ll not have to be worryin’ about murdering my lover darlin’. He died years ago an’ now I’ll be takin’ perverse pleasure in killin’ the monsters slave. Merrycks body grinned at her licked his rotten teeth. “Norrah my love, you’ll never know how much you meant to me,” As he spoke he moved forwards, with each step Norrah could smell the decaying stench increasing. She maintained her focus and adopted the look of one that’s fallen into the hypnotic state the blacks could use. When Merryck was crowing with glee in utter abandon Norrah whispered the words of the shadow spell. “Shadow mine heed my words, when the time is right decapitate the soulless one, Take it not in haste and wait ‘til time is right to ensure his shadow can not take flight,” Norrah followed Merrycks movements. “Merryck…you….must still be feelin’ something for me…I can’t believe you’re truly gone! You loved me! You said you’d never leave me! Please my love, come back to me and mine. Make me yours again Merryck!” With her eyes shining with unshed tears she pressed herself against Merryck. Her body against his and wrapping her arms about his neck she pressed her mouth to his. Kissing him tenderly, nibbling on the rotten flesh of his lower lip. He grinned against her mouth and tore the brown muslin shirt from her body, pressing her into the wall. “Make you mine my love? You were always mine, and now you’ll be His.” Merryck grinned and slid his black and yellow tongue down the flesh of her neck. Norrah grinned at the two shadows fighting on the floor. One with a blood weapon in hand the other with only the strength of the black. Merryck leered as he came to her breasts, the nipples all puckered and rosy. “Roses and cream my love. You always were like roses an’ cream,” He leaned forward to suckle and bite on her, Norrah bite down on her tongue hard making it bleed and she reveled in the taste of her own poison. Smiling down at Merryck, “Darling now! Please!” She reached down and pulled the hem of the skirt up and as Merryck stood she latched on to him pressing her mouth against his, feeling her blood mesh with his tongue, she grinned against his mouth and murmured happily, “Yes! Yes! So soon…close now…Now!” She screamed, as he plunged into her and her shadow decapitated his and he fell back. The loss of the connection to the black deep and staggering he gasped and as he felt his throat closing up on him he stared horrified at her mouth, the drops of blood that rested on the corner of her mouth caught his eye. “You bitch!” He began ranting even as his body was moving into paralysis. Norrah laughed and circled him. “You remember what my poisons do don’t you my love? First they paralyze and threaten to close your throat. But they leave you thinking that you’ll suffocate. Then they burn like acid through your veins leaving open sores to attract the insects and animals. I do believe I remember one time your friend was still alive when the maggots were eating her eyes from the inside out. It was very unpleasant. Of course there’s just you in here now, and no one else at all for a very long ways. At least your friend had healers to numb some of the pain. They never could find out what the poison was.” Norrah leaned down and whispered conspiratorily into his ear, “It was me my love, remember the night you let her violate my body? I was bleeding then….she drank much more than just juices.” Norrah laughed wickedly at the horror on his face. Oh yes, she died because of you,” Now I will go to find my sisters and we will leave and my vines will allow only creatures of the light and most minor of darkness in here. Your wolf has already been killed. Don’t try to shift either. It only makes the sores more painful.” She stood and gathered the black clothing from the shadows. Pulling on the jump suit she looked back one last time at the man. “May you rot eternally,” She left without a backwards glance. Andrea. C. post comment

A Pyxii type rant. [12 Dec 2004|10:22pm] [ mood | melancholy ] So this will be random and most likely as rant-like as I ever get. I'm trying not to allow my emotions to overrule me. Like usual. If I do that than he has more power over me than I originally thought. Which is precisely why I will not allow myself to cry the tears my body has started to build up. My biggest fear if I do? That I won't stop. I haven't cried over something like this since...shortly after my father died. The last male in my life who has 'left' me. Granted he may not have wanted to, but he did just the same. It has confirmed my suspicion that while we were put on this earth to love and cherish our family and those that we grow to care for while we are here sometimes the whole thing just isn't worth it. Not the pain, not the time, not even worth that little bit of joy. He said things, I believed them. Maybe he lied. I don't know. I still believed them and allowed myself to re-open and find that horrid, horrid heart wrenching pain again. The pain of rejection stings. The pain of rejection from someone you love burns like acid sliding down your throat. The pain of rejection from someone that allowed you to hope that maybe you really were worth the effort to be loved a second time allows the acid to burn holes through your organs and regurgitated back through the scarred esophagus. I reached for the moon and landed amongst the burning flames of a thousand fiery stars. I'd like to reach a little further for oblivion. The closest I get is a nightmare filled sleep. Sometimes the nightmares are erotic dreams starring him and yours truly. Sometimes the nightmares become other fears. Momentary distractions to allow my heart some time to heal. I've become numb with the pain and I don't think he cares. Others say he lied to me. I told him that and then stated that I didn't think he was. He tucked me in bed that morning. and was 2 hours late for work because of the other....circumstances that convienently 'arose'. I've lied to people I love because of him. I don't regret the choices I made. I do regret the lies that I've said. Another one of lifes experiences that I never wanted to have. Now I have, BEcause of him, There are a lot of things I owe to him, My first male friend. My first love. My first timid sexual explorations. My first heartbreak. My first sexual experience. My first sense of regret. I don't think he believed that I was a virgin. I didn't have a hymen to break or anything I mean, I did that when I was seven sooo.....yeah it doesn't like reattach itself but hello!!!! I was really....tight...how do I know? Cause it hurt! Not as much as some people said it would but now that I think back on it....none of them had the...err...."friends" I have. (Meaning Henri, Phillipe, Jose {with the accent that I can never find} and Preston), oh those are in order of purchase guys...thanks for the names JeN(-JeN-Puff *giggles at the name*) For those of you reading this who have no idea who those four are. I'll clarify. Henri, Phillipe, Jose, and Preston are my male friends of the double A variety. Purchased at Aren't We Naughty?. So maybe I stretched myself some? I could say some other not so nice things about anatomical size but I shall endeavour not to stoop that low. I'll let Sammi do that when she comments. I'm sure I'll be hearing from her about this one. Actually I'm sure I'll be hearing from at least three people about this update. I think there's only three people who truly read this anyway. Yes Lauren, JeN, Sam. I talk of you. I have another bit of a rant today. They are apparently making a film about the Bernardo murders and investigation, as I learned when I read a mass forwarded email sent to me from my cousin Shannon who lives in the Niagra/Hamilton area.The email is a petition to get the movie shut down. What kind of idiotic people think they are going to shut down a movie that has every right to be made? They made a Ted Bundy movie, A Gacy movie, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies, the movie Monster based on Aileen...oh bugger...Wuornos? I don't even think thats right...I should know this I work in a bloody movie store. It's close to that anyway. They made a movie about Lizzie Borden in the 70's it starred Elizabeth Montgomery (some of you may know her better as Samantha in "Bewitched" ) "Shut your door and bar and latch it, here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet, She always did the slightest that ma and papa bid, Cut it out they said, and that's exactly what she did. " An approximation of a song that went with the movie, Ok so, The bernardo case has been over publicized and the parents shouldn't have to go through the pain all over again. I get that. But if you're going to try to stop a movie. Try doing it for this reason instead. Carla Homolka (sp?) is possibly already out of jail, or may get out of jail in the recent future and as such we as a country will not be informed of her release or where she goes or what she looks like. Granted possibly because there might be an attempt on her life, but who gave those two girls a chance at a life? Their parent's were trying as hard as they could. C. and P. certainly didn't help matters. At any rate I digress, If she's out or when she gets out, she could be made a technical advisor of the movie. Granted there are things that say she cannot profit from their deaths but how many fake company's would have to be set up so that she could? My guess. One. There's a legitimate reason. Making sure she doesn't profit from the deaths of the two girls she helped murder. That's another rant for tonight. I hope they make sense to you like they almost do to me. ;) For those of you that I lied to. Even though you don't know who you are, I'm sorry. I truly am....you have no idea how much I hurt right now knowing that I've hurt you. You might not hurt now but if I told you, you would hurt. and I hate thinking that, and even though they may never read this. The words are out there. I've even spoken them aloud. They're out there and I can't take them back. A butterfly flutters it's wings in China and there's a hurricane in Florida. I speak these words in Canada, and they create a frosty wind that nibbles at your nose wherever you live in Canada. Yours Always, Andrea Sarah 5 comments|post comment

The Wall [11 Dec 2004|06:26pm] Sinking, Down Deeper, Darker, That ray of sunshine out of reach. The beating trips, Breaking the rhythm, And steadies again, Air rushes through, Deep gulps of the hateful essence. The body survives and it doesn’t want to. The ether of the soul, once bright and vibrant has shattered and dimmed, The pieces are scattered and refuse to meld again. The walls erect and the mortar holds it together Brick by brick, Layer by layer, Hiding it from humanity, Hiding it from harm, Protecting it from you. post comment

[01 Dec 2004|02:11am] Nothing is dire or loath alas cursed mortal thine lady is a wench and thy saucy maiden I am discontent and melancholy death hath a perilous poison methinks my lover decieved my breast her wanton ways makes myself envyous thou art like villains speaking foul torment drunkly farewell 1 comment|post comment

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