tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21816288181928892192024-10-06T20:23:37.267-07:00Nyx is a feline shape-shifter who somehow finds herself joining Elmiryn, an intrepid woman warrior on a quest to kill a demon. Not the bravest or the strongest, Nyx struggles to cope with the danger and her curious feelings towards her human companion.Illise Montoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07340735083296412627noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181628818192889219.post-44795500999539839002009-07-10T16:56:00.000-07:002009-07-10T16:59:15.698-07:00

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...quietly...quietly...i see you all.but so apartam ispread apart:picked apart:far apartam iNYX____________________________On a tower of juxtaposed metal and refracted light, I saw the span of a great and perilous land that squirmed beneath three small suns. In the sky, their forces pushed and pulled in conflict.I stood, nose to the wind, and took in the wind-rushed scents of damp rosewood and

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ELMIRYN________________________She felt so small.Small and quiet.Against a plane of havoc wrought thinking, she dashed lithely between rows and shelves of contemplations, concentrating wholly on herself—her one true sense gone—breaking beneath the weight of silence.Okay.Not REALLY silence.Just...none-speaking, none-moving, none-acting, none-changing. Static, punctuated by the rainfall. Gods

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NYX____________________________I was dead.Dead.Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.Or on my way to it. Being cleaved in half was synonymous with my demise, I thought. If I were to look up my end like it were an idiom in a scholar's text, I was certain I'd find, “To be axed; To be hacked; To be chopped, etc.” Fear charged through me quick, like a viper strike. This was not as I had felt before.

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NYX____________________________She split the rays of the early suns with her well-cut figure--hands planted at the base of her hips and her shoulders squared against trailing storm winds. She had taken her hair out of her braid, and the auburn locks lifted with the breeze. With my arms hugged around my head, I peeked with sleep-winked eyes from beneath them.  Her shadowed face split into a grin

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"Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts!" - Thomas CarlyleNYX____________________________We tromped through the tall grass, and blades of moisture and morning chill clung to our flanks. I had my things again--my boots were securely fastened, my small bag of trinkets was pulled nervously on both

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NYX____________________________It was a two-day journey to the town known as Dame, and in that time I discovered three things: if a tree branch squeaks, I probably shouldn't rest on it; Elmiryn has no conception of personal space; and apparently, I talk in my sleep.“You were muttering something about rats.”“I was not.”“You were asleep.  How do you know?”“I find myself a bit concerned over the

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NYX____________________________That wretched cocksure witch made me want to scream.How dare she.How DARE she?No debt was worth that humiliation, I thought to myself. The nerve, doing that to me in front of those men, as if it didn't matter? If she made any attempts to explain the issue later, I certainly wasn't going to indulge her. No clever reasoning could ever forgive the blatant disrespect

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ELMIRYN________________________A maiden asleep in her canopy bed. A poor picture.Elmiryn reached out and touched her cheek.  Cold beneath the fingers.  Skin, once smooth like a babe's, now sticky and rubbery as if a thin layer of mucus covered her.  How could thought reside here?  How could life reside here?  The warrior smelled almonds and rotting wood.   Her eyes strained vainly to see more

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ELMIRYN________________________A bolt embedded itself into the splintered wood of a tree, the line it cut through the air slicing the place Nyx's head used to be.The weight of her knife was an assurance as she turned, dropping her bag and bow onto the ground. All ready the heart quickened with the promise of action. Elmiryn slid her right foot to the left and heard, rather than saw, the second

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NYX____________________________I would just like to say, for those curious, that I find violence execrable. Occasionally my temperament can be found slipping into less than docile tones, but when push comes to shove...I don't fight. Ever. Whether in self-defense, whether out of anger...I just cannot bring myself to raise a hand.This might inspire in your minds a number of assumptions labeling

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I was afraid for the deer. Which was odd, because...well, I was hungry. How can I be afraid of killing something I wanted to eat? I pondered this riddle as I crouched low, behind some feathery tufts of grass. Was it empathy? Did the deer's size somehow increase the value of its life? Was it the emotion of its soft gaze, the gentleness with which it stepped over the Earth, the beautiful

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ELMIRYN________________________Cold and oppressive.Pushing against her.Her eyes shifted to the side to gaze briefly at her petite companion, whose mess of dark locks shielded her expression from view, no thanks to the wind.It chased ash around their ankles and the scent of carrion to their noses. Vile. Beneath their feet, the grass crunched and crumbled to dust. ...So maybe it wasn't ash? The

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"I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies--and thus become silent."- ZarathustraNYX??____________________________Color invades my world and I feel myself collide with thoughts foreign to me. Something passes through. Weight--glorious, blessed weight pulls at my body. I know this feeling. It

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ELMIRYN________________________She took her hands and traced the more bizarre features of her companion like a blind woman.  Her mind jammed, like a broken cog, on this sudden information.  "Nyx looks different.  Nyx has changed...is it even Nyx?"  Smooth skin beneath dry fingertips caused Elmiryn's eyes to slip shut for a brief second before fluttering open again.This was her companion, Elmiryn

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HER________________________"What are we going to do?""About what?""About HER.""...And what would you propose to do? Sit and have a talk about how she's NOT a two-legged creature and should quit behaving as such?" Elmiryn looked my way. "Nyx, get on all fours. Sedwick doesn't appreciate your silly human antics."I scooted to the edge of my seat, ready to follow her orders when she reached over

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HER________________________(where is she, where is she)[Her hands sting and bleed as she runs on all fours, the rocks slicing her with vindictiveness. With her growing distress, it becomes harder to think with words--but this is natural to her. It was a borrowed process to begin with. Now in this dire situation, she can only concieve thoughts she feels relevant--short clipped things that sear

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ELMIRYN________________________In a flash of heat and scarlet, something smashed out of the canvas of black before her, tearing through like a parasite engorged on her misconceptions.  She jerked her head to the side and backpedaled away--her feet tripping on the uneven ground as a monster came sliming forth into the emerald light.  Veins and angry dark flesh, riddled with cancerous tumors that

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ELMIRYN________________________She felt something wet and cold push against her face. Elmiryn's eyes creaked open. She was met with a furry visage. The woman grinned and lifted her head."Am I dead yet?" she asked the creature next to her.Whatever it was growled. Before she registered what it was doing, it clamped its teeth around her ear and began to pull and tug. Elmiryn yelped as she felt a

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NYX____________________________She was laying quiet on her side.  I knew the fall from where she had sat must have hurt--should have--but I didn't know if she had any broken bones.  She just kept humming.  Elmiryn was smiling...and humming.When I looked down at her in that pool of shadow, I could hear her voice.  It was a swirl of surrealism, and perhaps to a human it would've been inaudible, but

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ELMIRYN________________________Elmiryn cared about as much as anyone could care with their mind drifting in a primordial soup of half-formed ideas and dark static. Where was she? Who knew. What was she supposed to be doing? Who cared. She was wallowing in the tears of gods--wretched beings who screwed her over because of her penchant for drink and biting steel. No faces, no images, no

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NYX____________________________I wanted to kill Sedwick.Bastard.The pain drove my fury.I ripped out his spear.This made my vision go white.I stopped for a moment. Caught my breath.Then Sedwick attacked Elmiryn.Everything in me bunched.I charged toward them....Was stopped.(Dull gaze.)By her.(Blank face.)There was no fear.(Not right.)Hardly recognition.Elle the Idiot stood in my way.I got close

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NYX____________________________The stillness was disturbed only by the brief sweep of melancholy wind that moved the ashen ground to shift.I was the defiler, there. The clumsy heathen whose ragged breath and befuddled feet made a mess of things. All around me was dead. I was a perversity whose future was mirrored in the gray stunted world. My trail was marked by the clouds of ash that came up

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ELMIRYN________________________What a mess, what a hurricane, what a muddy pit of a mind.  She couldn't tell ass from elbow, and she tried so hard to.  What at one point seemed a nose, turned out to be a knee; and what at one point seemed a foot, turned out to be her mouth.  She got her name mixed up too, in a jumble of fonts that were and weren't there, which tumbled and swirled by image and

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ELMIRYN________________________Elmiryn's hands still tingled with the feeling of her companion's throat in her hands, the pulse against her thumb, the light sheen of sweat that had made her palms cool when the air kissed it. Involuntarily, she imagined how the throat would hum under her hand if the girl could speak without impediment. Maybe it was indeed possible to catch sound by hand? To

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