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May. 25th, 2004 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancidI am still alive.
So take off those fucking party hats.
Got a new bunkie--he's the guy I may have mentioned, the one that threatened me a couple months back--we get along okay, actually. He Meant the apology.
I've been second-drafting my first book, but while at the bus stop, I discovered great many chunks of the follow-up had birthed themselves: like Render, having finally cornered one of the Wolf tribe, stands screaming in the midst of the forest. Lightning flashes through the windy vortex; trees are snapped in half, trunks fly through the air in a circle around him, as his flesh melts away, and he discards the guise of the hunter, Gilles DuCutty and resumes his old form. He absorbs the power of the Wolf's totem spirit, and the hobbling spell his Master placed on him shatters, its conditions fulfilled. Blades and spikes of bone erupt from his night-black skin, as the ties to his Master return. The unholy howling of the maelstrom in the Dark Forest is nothing as Render returns to his rightful place, and screams:
"I WAS FIRST! I WAS FIRST!! I!!"
Will probably have to start back writing on that one, and soon, before the scenes slip my mind.
Love ya, Mean It.
L
So take off those fucking party hats.
Got a new bunkie--he's the guy I may have mentioned, the one that threatened me a couple months back--we get along okay, actually. He Meant the apology.
I've been second-drafting my first book, but while at the bus stop, I discovered great many chunks of the follow-up had birthed themselves: like Render, having finally cornered one of the Wolf tribe, stands screaming in the midst of the forest. Lightning flashes through the windy vortex; trees are snapped in half, trunks fly through the air in a circle around him, as his flesh melts away, and he discards the guise of the hunter, Gilles DuCutty and resumes his old form. He absorbs the power of the Wolf's totem spirit, and the hobbling spell his Master placed on him shatters, its conditions fulfilled. Blades and spikes of bone erupt from his night-black skin, as the ties to his Master return. The unholy howling of the maelstrom in the Dark Forest is nothing as Render returns to his rightful place, and screams:
"I WAS FIRST! I WAS FIRST!! I!!"
Will probably have to start back writing on that one, and soon, before the scenes slip my mind.
Love ya, Mean It.
L
