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Chit-Chat / Re: Fight Club
« on: September 03, 2011, 01:55:42 AM »
How come I can't vote in the poll any more 
? (No, I didn't vote yet, I just looked at the votes yesterday ...)
I think Holly summed it up very well, so I won't have much to say - beside the fact that I'm mostly a lurker anyway. It certainly wasn't clear what the intention behind the rant board was ... When I read rant, I think of someone letting loose about a topic with some passion, but not of free-for-all nastiness that is to be understood as "nothing personal" ^^". That would be a place I would stay away from as far as possible. I think I can handle passion even if I disagree, but nastiness ... not so much, even for "sport". I really think this is not the community for it ...
? (No, I didn't vote yet, I just looked at the votes yesterday ...)I think Holly summed it up very well, so I won't have much to say - beside the fact that I'm mostly a lurker anyway. It certainly wasn't clear what the intention behind the rant board was ... When I read rant, I think of someone letting loose about a topic with some passion, but not of free-for-all nastiness that is to be understood as "nothing personal" ^^". That would be a place I would stay away from as far as possible. I think I can handle passion even if I disagree, but nastiness ... not so much, even for "sport". I really think this is not the community for it ...
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Holts / The Cave Dwellers
« on: October 26, 2009, 01:55:20 PM »
Deep, deep down in the heart of a mountain a tribe of pure-blooded elves is living. They have a tangled relationship with the tribe of trolls living close by, having once escaped their clutches and now keeping a slightly uneasy peace with them. Under their fourth chieftess, Smoke, they live in an environment not without its dangers ...
The Cave Dwellers just opened! The first few characters have been established but there are still plenty of adoptables and open spots left. For more information feel free to drop by at http://cavedwellers.hostingdelivered.com/index.php or to send me a PM
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The Cave Dwellers just opened! The first few characters have been established but there are still plenty of adoptables and open spots left. For more information feel free to drop by at http://cavedwellers.hostingdelivered.com/index.php or to send me a PM
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Writers' Gallery / Back to Life [Twin Peaks Holt]
« on: March 21, 2009, 12:35:19 AM »
A/N: Some background for people unfamiliar with the holt: Brindle grew up in a three-mating of her father with two maidens and had a slightly younger half-brother. They lost her mother first when she was pretty young and then her father's second lovemate and her son died at the same time in a harsh winter.
In this holt there is the legend that up in the mountains, in the frozen Death Peaks, you can meet the spirits of the dead. So, unable to get over losing his lovemates and son, her father Bladeshine went there to see them again and when a rescue party went after him, they found him half-frozen to death and he was ill and unconscious for a long time afterwards.
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~ TPH 3140 ~
Days had started to blend into nights and nights into days. Brindle rubbed her face tiredly as she got up from her place for a moment to stretch her aching limbs. The air in the cave was thick with the smell of herbs, below it the thin foul trace of decay. She long had stopped counting how many days had gone since they had brought him back.
Her father. With helpless tenderness Brindle stroked the cheek of the elf lying motionless. All the time he did not wake, not when they had cut off the leg destroyed by the cold, not when the fever tore into him with hot claws, not during the calm hours when his body came to rest. His mind was somewhere else and she only got a faint answer when she sent, proof that he hadn’t left her completely.
But you did, she challenged him in her mind and in a sending that enticed no reaction from him. Mother and Ivy and Spot drew you away. I still was here but it wasn’t enough. You must have known that you might not come back, or maybe you even didn’t want to. I don’t know. I only know that the dead were more important to you than the living.
She raged against him that way when she was so tired that she cried, after nights when the fever shook him and she hadn’t slept. And then there were times when she knelt beside him, her head bowed, and pleaded with him to wake up so he could forgive her. Forgive her that she hadn’t been good enough a daughter to help him through the pain, that she hadn’t respected his wish to go on that mad quest and had told the chieftess, stealing from him the chance to say goodbye to those he loved or maybe stay with them if he so wished. And then she crawled into the furs and curled up against him like a kitten, wishing them back to happier times for them both.
~*~
“Brindle?”
She turned around, startled that it was someone else but Thistlepin, Scabbard or the healer to come here. Most of the other tribesmates shunned the cave where Bladeshine lay between life and death. Brindle could not think ill of them for it, or maybe she did.
It was Gemstone, and Brindle tried to dredge up a smile for her friend and agemate from somewhere under all that emotional and physical exhaustion. She failed. And her voice was harsher than intended when she replied: “Yes?”
Gemstone looked a bit taken aback at the curt response but came in nevertheless, sitting down next to her. “How are you?”
Brindle turned her gaze away and shrugged. “As well as can be expected.” Her voice was bitter but she had stopped caring.
For a moment silence hung heavy in the air before Gemstone placed a soft hand on hers. “Brindle, why don’t you come out for a bit? Get some fresh air. You’ll become sick yourself like this.”
She shook her head without replying. She did not want to go outside and leave him alone, and she didn’t want to talk to others with all those unhappy thoughts swirling in her mind. She just was … tired …
“Come on.” Gemstone gently nudged her. “The others miss you, too.”
“No.” she finally broke her silence flatly, withdrawing her hand from Gemstone’s touch.
“Brindle, please—“ the other maiden began but was interrupted at once.
“What part of no don’t you understand? I don’t want to! My place is here and I’m not about to join you and the others in some mindless fun and pretend he doesn’t exist!” She took a deep breath which was all she could do to keep herself from going on.
Gemstone stood, her expression hurt. “That’s not what I asked of you, and you know that.” she said quietly.
Then she left.
Brindle stayed behind, and as the flames of her anger burned down to simmering coals and finally died, they left a foul taste in her mouth, foul like the air in the cave. This had not been the first time she had yelled at Gemstone or someone else, either … The last time it even had been Scabbard and she probably was lucky that she only had suffered a compassionate look and a strict rebuttal.
Desperate, the maiden buried her face in her hands. “Please, father.” she whispered into her palms. “Please come back. I can’t do this on my own.”
But again there was no answer.
~*~
That night she dreamt. She did not remember anything afterwards but the feeling of despair and abandonment, of loneliness so strong that it clung to her heart when she awoke, and she buried her face into the furs to muffle the sound of her sobs.
As she lay she listened to the sounds of the tribe drifting into her cave. The crackling of fire, rattling of bowls and the crash of one that met an untimely end on the hard stone floor, and over it all the chatter of elfin voices, and a great yearning to be a part of this again gripped her as the idea of spending another day at the side of her father sleeping or unconscious and beyond her reach dismayed her.
Finally she rose and dressed, slipping quietly back into his cave. He still lay like she had left him the night before, with no sign that he was doing worse but none that he was doing better, either. She stood and watched him for a while. Then she bent over him and kissed his forehead gently. “I’m sorry, father.” she told him, sending the words at the same time in the vain hope that he still heard her. “But I can’t sit any longer and wait for you to return to me or to leave me forever. Since they brought you back I’ve been as good as dead, too. It’s time to go back to living.” She stroked his hair and smiled helplessly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you completely. I still love you. I hope one day I’ll be able to tell you that again when you’ll actually hear me.”
With that she turned and left the cave to find Gemstone first and to apologize. And then she would start living again.
In this holt there is the legend that up in the mountains, in the frozen Death Peaks, you can meet the spirits of the dead. So, unable to get over losing his lovemates and son, her father Bladeshine went there to see them again and when a rescue party went after him, they found him half-frozen to death and he was ill and unconscious for a long time afterwards.
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~ TPH 3140 ~
Days had started to blend into nights and nights into days. Brindle rubbed her face tiredly as she got up from her place for a moment to stretch her aching limbs. The air in the cave was thick with the smell of herbs, below it the thin foul trace of decay. She long had stopped counting how many days had gone since they had brought him back.
Her father. With helpless tenderness Brindle stroked the cheek of the elf lying motionless. All the time he did not wake, not when they had cut off the leg destroyed by the cold, not when the fever tore into him with hot claws, not during the calm hours when his body came to rest. His mind was somewhere else and she only got a faint answer when she sent, proof that he hadn’t left her completely.
But you did, she challenged him in her mind and in a sending that enticed no reaction from him. Mother and Ivy and Spot drew you away. I still was here but it wasn’t enough. You must have known that you might not come back, or maybe you even didn’t want to. I don’t know. I only know that the dead were more important to you than the living.
She raged against him that way when she was so tired that she cried, after nights when the fever shook him and she hadn’t slept. And then there were times when she knelt beside him, her head bowed, and pleaded with him to wake up so he could forgive her. Forgive her that she hadn’t been good enough a daughter to help him through the pain, that she hadn’t respected his wish to go on that mad quest and had told the chieftess, stealing from him the chance to say goodbye to those he loved or maybe stay with them if he so wished. And then she crawled into the furs and curled up against him like a kitten, wishing them back to happier times for them both.
~*~
“Brindle?”
She turned around, startled that it was someone else but Thistlepin, Scabbard or the healer to come here. Most of the other tribesmates shunned the cave where Bladeshine lay between life and death. Brindle could not think ill of them for it, or maybe she did.
It was Gemstone, and Brindle tried to dredge up a smile for her friend and agemate from somewhere under all that emotional and physical exhaustion. She failed. And her voice was harsher than intended when she replied: “Yes?”
Gemstone looked a bit taken aback at the curt response but came in nevertheless, sitting down next to her. “How are you?”
Brindle turned her gaze away and shrugged. “As well as can be expected.” Her voice was bitter but she had stopped caring.
For a moment silence hung heavy in the air before Gemstone placed a soft hand on hers. “Brindle, why don’t you come out for a bit? Get some fresh air. You’ll become sick yourself like this.”
She shook her head without replying. She did not want to go outside and leave him alone, and she didn’t want to talk to others with all those unhappy thoughts swirling in her mind. She just was … tired …
“Come on.” Gemstone gently nudged her. “The others miss you, too.”
“No.” she finally broke her silence flatly, withdrawing her hand from Gemstone’s touch.
“Brindle, please—“ the other maiden began but was interrupted at once.
“What part of no don’t you understand? I don’t want to! My place is here and I’m not about to join you and the others in some mindless fun and pretend he doesn’t exist!” She took a deep breath which was all she could do to keep herself from going on.
Gemstone stood, her expression hurt. “That’s not what I asked of you, and you know that.” she said quietly.
Then she left.
Brindle stayed behind, and as the flames of her anger burned down to simmering coals and finally died, they left a foul taste in her mouth, foul like the air in the cave. This had not been the first time she had yelled at Gemstone or someone else, either … The last time it even had been Scabbard and she probably was lucky that she only had suffered a compassionate look and a strict rebuttal.
Desperate, the maiden buried her face in her hands. “Please, father.” she whispered into her palms. “Please come back. I can’t do this on my own.”
But again there was no answer.
~*~
That night she dreamt. She did not remember anything afterwards but the feeling of despair and abandonment, of loneliness so strong that it clung to her heart when she awoke, and she buried her face into the furs to muffle the sound of her sobs.
As she lay she listened to the sounds of the tribe drifting into her cave. The crackling of fire, rattling of bowls and the crash of one that met an untimely end on the hard stone floor, and over it all the chatter of elfin voices, and a great yearning to be a part of this again gripped her as the idea of spending another day at the side of her father sleeping or unconscious and beyond her reach dismayed her.
Finally she rose and dressed, slipping quietly back into his cave. He still lay like she had left him the night before, with no sign that he was doing worse but none that he was doing better, either. She stood and watched him for a while. Then she bent over him and kissed his forehead gently. “I’m sorry, father.” she told him, sending the words at the same time in the vain hope that he still heard her. “But I can’t sit any longer and wait for you to return to me or to leave me forever. Since they brought you back I’ve been as good as dead, too. It’s time to go back to living.” She stroked his hair and smiled helplessly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you completely. I still love you. I hope one day I’ll be able to tell you that again when you’ll actually hear me.”
With that she turned and left the cave to find Gemstone first and to apologize. And then she would start living again.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 21, 2009, 12:22:14 AM »
Thank you, Medea ! I should get back into producing more of those ...
! I should get back into producing more of those ...
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 19, 2009, 11:08:44 PM »
Err ... Okay, then I need to do that *feels really, really daft*.
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Art and Elfquest / Re: Questions?
« on: March 19, 2009, 11:05:29 PM »
Would it be possible to get comment notifications for the gallery? In the Writer's Gallery that is easy since you just need the reply notification but in the gallery it seems you can only see new comments by checking your gallery manually (or am I being daft again and only didn't find it?).
(or am I being daft again and only didn't find it?).
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 19, 2009, 10:33:21 PM »
Yeah, it's me again ... Just stumbled upon an error: I got a warning that I was not allowed to view mature content. Well, while I had not checked 'View mature content' the picture I tried to access was
- hardly mature content and I could access it from the gallery overview .
Err ... Or there actually is a mature content pic between Sganaa's Norse Gods Group and her Illo for Undecided because I get the same message when clicking 'previous' on the latter and 'next' on the former. In that case the error would be that the gallery did not accept my change to the 'View mature content' setting.
I hope that was not too confusing ^^'.
Edit: Okay, found out via the 'Unseen' feature that it is indeed the latter case ... Yup, the box is checked in my profile and everything.
... Just stumbled upon an error: I got a warning that I was not allowed to view mature content. Well, while I had not checked 'View mature content' the picture I tried to access was .Err ... Or there actually is a mature content pic between Sganaa's Norse Gods Group and her Illo for Undecided because I get the same message when clicking 'previous' on the latter and 'next' on the former. In that case the error would be that the gallery did not accept my change to the 'View mature content' setting
.I hope that was not too confusing ^^'.
Edit: Okay, found out via the 'Unseen' feature that it is indeed the latter case ... Yup, the box is checked in my profile and everything.
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 15, 2009, 03:46:58 PM »
0.o Okay, sorry, I was not aware that that was what was needed to do the trick - I always got transported back to the "My Gallery" page and then, when accessing the folders, there was nothing there . But with refreshing it worked.
. But with refreshing it worked.
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 15, 2009, 02:48:02 PM »
It seems I can't add icons for folders in the gallery subsequently - when creating a folder it worked but neither when editing the folder itself nor editing a picture and checking the "Use as thumbnail" box. Have to try yet if it works if I upload a picture into an already existing folder sans thumbnail ...
Edit: Nope, that doesn't work either. Seems it only works when a folder is created.
Edit: Nope, that doesn't work either. Seems it only works when a folder is created.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Character limit
« on: March 15, 2009, 12:18:06 AM »
I'm all for expanding it !
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 14, 2009, 01:50:37 PM »
Err, yes, left ...
Firefox, version 2.0.0.20
And thanks
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Edit: It's working now though I didn't change anything. Ah well 
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...Firefox, version 2.0.0.20
And thanks
.Edit: It's working now though I didn't change anything
. Ah well ...
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Art and Elfquest / Re: V1.0 - is anything borked?
« on: March 14, 2009, 12:27:02 AM »
When I am on the forum's main page, the Gallery link on the right does not work .
The one at the top does, though, and when I'm in a subforum or the gallery the one of the left works, too.
Also, is it normal that when posting in the forum you get taken back to the forum instead of to your post? I find that slightly confusing.
. The one at the top does, though, and when I'm in a subforum or the gallery the one of the left works, too.
Also, is it normal that when posting in the forum you get taken back to the forum instead of to your post? I find that slightly confusing
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 13, 2009, 04:19:27 PM »
Title: Bright Eyes
Author: flower_star
Charakters: Voll, Winnowill
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Note: Inspired by the song "Bright Eyes" by Simon & Garfunkel (and I misheard a line - well, that way it's suiting better.)
Voll always knew that Winnowill’s eyes were burning with fire. Her passion lit the halls of Blue Mountain whenever he felt weak and powerless. For a long time, her fire was shining brightly.
But Voll didn’t notice when it changed. He was not there in that only moment when Winnowill finally realized what had become of her and them, that moment when she closed her eyes in fear.
Winnowill opened her eyes, and the fire had turned pale, burning, but without passion. This light didn’t bring light to the halls of Blue Mountain anymore.
She never closed her eyes again.
Author: flower_star
Charakters: Voll, Winnowill
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Note: Inspired by the song "Bright Eyes" by Simon & Garfunkel (and I misheard a line - well, that way it's suiting better.)
Voll always knew that Winnowill’s eyes were burning with fire. Her passion lit the halls of Blue Mountain whenever he felt weak and powerless. For a long time, her fire was shining brightly.
But Voll didn’t notice when it changed. He was not there in that only moment when Winnowill finally realized what had become of her and them, that moment when she closed her eyes in fear.
Winnowill opened her eyes, and the fire had turned pale, burning, but without passion. This light didn’t bring light to the halls of Blue Mountain anymore.
She never closed her eyes again.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 13, 2009, 04:17:37 PM »
Title: Dancing
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: PG
Warning: Character death, sex (aber beides nur auf recht harmlose Weise erwähnt)
Length: 347 Wörter
Content: Pike isn't a Go-Back, but he knows their ways. And that's why he's dancing.
Characters: Pike
Disclaimer: EQ is (c) Wendy & Richard Pine
Feedback: Yes, please!
There he was, not heart-broken, but sad, sad about the loss of the Go-Back maiden he had just learned to know. And there were those two Go-Backs, looking around them at the strange new world of the woods, curiosity and wariness in their eyes. And it didn’t take long until they chose him to be part of their game in this strange new world or maybe he chose them. He doesn’t know and it’s not important anyway.
They would tumble over each other, fight and make fun. His lovemate would look at them with that wicked grin of hers and tell him, if it wasn’t for the love-making, why would she put up with the likes of you, Squirrel-cheeks? And his other lovemate would shrug and tell her he’s thinking about inviting Shenshen into the mix because there are always new ways to learn, and routine is only for the elders anyway. And they would end up wrestling in the furs, because for Go-Backs even sex is a fight, a dance and a war. Pike isn’t a Go-Back, but he doesn’t mind at all.
Then happiness became scarce and sadness and grief came, but they were still fighting and cracking jokes, because if there’s no way to laugh with each other, why fight, fight life? Then there came the long sleep, waking to another new world like when they left the Frozen Mountains, but it didn’t change them. They went separate ways, but it didn’t change anything.
Now the flames are burning high, and he is dancing on the plains, for the Go-Back who finally fought his last war, who went to dance with the other warriors. And in his mind, he prays, he asks and begs the High Ones to return his other lifemate to him, to not let her go dancing with Skot as well.
Because if Krim is gone, too, who would be left for him?
You can’t joke and wrestle, dance and fight with a spirit. You can’t love a spirit the way Pike loves.
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: PG
Warning: Character death, sex (aber beides nur auf recht harmlose Weise erwähnt)
Length: 347 Wörter
Content: Pike isn't a Go-Back, but he knows their ways. And that's why he's dancing.
Characters: Pike
Disclaimer: EQ is (c) Wendy & Richard Pine
Feedback: Yes, please!
There he was, not heart-broken, but sad, sad about the loss of the Go-Back maiden he had just learned to know. And there were those two Go-Backs, looking around them at the strange new world of the woods, curiosity and wariness in their eyes. And it didn’t take long until they chose him to be part of their game in this strange new world or maybe he chose them. He doesn’t know and it’s not important anyway.
They would tumble over each other, fight and make fun. His lovemate would look at them with that wicked grin of hers and tell him, if it wasn’t for the love-making, why would she put up with the likes of you, Squirrel-cheeks? And his other lovemate would shrug and tell her he’s thinking about inviting Shenshen into the mix because there are always new ways to learn, and routine is only for the elders anyway. And they would end up wrestling in the furs, because for Go-Backs even sex is a fight, a dance and a war. Pike isn’t a Go-Back, but he doesn’t mind at all.
Then happiness became scarce and sadness and grief came, but they were still fighting and cracking jokes, because if there’s no way to laugh with each other, why fight, fight life? Then there came the long sleep, waking to another new world like when they left the Frozen Mountains, but it didn’t change them. They went separate ways, but it didn’t change anything.
Now the flames are burning high, and he is dancing on the plains, for the Go-Back who finally fought his last war, who went to dance with the other warriors. And in his mind, he prays, he asks and begs the High Ones to return his other lifemate to him, to not let her go dancing with Skot as well.
Because if Krim is gone, too, who would be left for him?
You can’t joke and wrestle, dance and fight with a spirit. You can’t love a spirit the way Pike loves.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 13, 2009, 04:15:27 PM »
Title: Daughter and son
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 109 words
Summary: Clearbrook loves her son, but she remembers her daughter
Pairings: Clearbrook/One-Eye
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Feedback: Please!
The daughter she held was delicate and small.
The son she holds may be stronger.
The daughter she held had silver hair like herself.
The son she holds has dark brown hair like his father’s.
The daughter she held had dark brown eyes like her father’s.
The son she holds has dark brown eyes like the one his father still has.
The daughter she held did not live to see her father lose one of those beautiful dark eyes.
The son she holds was born to a father who has only one eye left.
She knows that the daughter she held is here to see her hold her son.
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 109 words
Summary: Clearbrook loves her son, but she remembers her daughter
Pairings: Clearbrook/One-Eye
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Feedback: Please!
The daughter she held was delicate and small.
The son she holds may be stronger.
The daughter she held had silver hair like herself.
The son she holds has dark brown hair like his father’s.
The daughter she held had dark brown eyes like her father’s.
The son she holds has dark brown eyes like the one his father still has.
The daughter she held did not live to see her father lose one of those beautiful dark eyes.
The son she holds was born to a father who has only one eye left.
She knows that the daughter she held is here to see her hold her son.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 13, 2009, 04:13:05 PM »
Title: Surrender
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 167 words
Summary: When will the body force the mind to surrender?
Pairings: implied Winnowill/Voll
Disclaimer: EQ is still (c) by Wendy und Richard Pini
Feedback: I'd be delighted!
Notes: based on a fanfic by Kathleen at the eq.com-forums, where Venka mused about if Winnowill once also did fight her powers.
Voll is so much older than her - than all of them.
Oh, he would understand. She is sure of this. He always understands. But she does not want to tell him. It's hard enough not to tell the others, the very few hatchlings who are of her age, her father ... It is not so hard with the other ones, old like he is. No, she will not tell anyone.
Her arms, her hands stretched out in front of her, Winnowill ponders the strange tingling feeling in her fingertips. She wants to touch ... Touch somebody else, smooth broken skin back to softness, ease away a bruise, stop the flow of blood from a torn vein ... heal. It's what her body wants. But Winnowill is not so sure about what she wants herself.
She has never been able to fly. Her body did not want it. Winnowill did neither. But now, body and mind are in discord, wanting different things. The black-haired maiden knows that in this case, though, her own will matters little, if not even nothing at all. And it frightens her.
Voll would understand, but he would tell her that she has to accept it, nonetheless. And so she does not tell him.
Until her body will force her to surrender for the first time.
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 167 words
Summary: When will the body force the mind to surrender?
Pairings: implied Winnowill/Voll
Disclaimer: EQ is still (c) by Wendy und Richard Pini
Feedback: I'd be delighted!
Notes: based on a fanfic by Kathleen at the eq.com-forums, where Venka mused about if Winnowill once also did fight her powers.
Voll is so much older than her - than all of them.
Oh, he would understand. She is sure of this. He always understands. But she does not want to tell him. It's hard enough not to tell the others, the very few hatchlings who are of her age, her father ... It is not so hard with the other ones, old like he is. No, she will not tell anyone.
Her arms, her hands stretched out in front of her, Winnowill ponders the strange tingling feeling in her fingertips. She wants to touch ... Touch somebody else, smooth broken skin back to softness, ease away a bruise, stop the flow of blood from a torn vein ... heal. It's what her body wants. But Winnowill is not so sure about what she wants herself.
She has never been able to fly. Her body did not want it. Winnowill did neither. But now, body and mind are in discord, wanting different things. The black-haired maiden knows that in this case, though, her own will matters little, if not even nothing at all. And it frightens her.
Voll would understand, but he would tell her that she has to accept it, nonetheless. And so she does not tell him.
Until her body will force her to surrender for the first time.
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Writers' Gallery / Flowerstar's canon drabbles
« on: March 13, 2009, 04:11:47 PM »
Several 'true' and not so true drabbles (meaning some with exact 100 words and some under 500)
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Title: Three minus one
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 465 words
Summary: Three minus one is in no way less perfect - and new things are wonderful.
Pairings: Scouter/Dewshine/Tyleet
Disclaimer: EQ is (c) by Wendy und Richard Pini
Feedback: I'd be delighted!
Notes: I love this threesome mainly because of Dewshine and Tyleet, so Scouter does not have much to say here.
She watched her beloved going, in the dim light. Dark hair, slender, but strong shoulders clad in dark leathers. It was time for the hunt. He looked back, flashed a grin at her as he caught her eye.
She waved and then retreated into the small cave. It was a small moment of peace for the two elfin women inside of it. No one had allowed the pregnant to attend the hunt, and so Dewshine had volunteered to stay with her. Now she sat down at her side and stroked the red hair with delicate fingers. Her lovemate - or was she a lifemate already? - stretched and yawned.
Green eyes twinkled, indicating that the words following it were not to be taken seriously. "I hate this." She let a hand wander across her swollen belly. "It was so much easier having a child without this to bother with."
"Ah, but you will not be able to compare the joy of holding this little life to the one holding the human cub." Dewshine scolded her lovingly. "It's yours from the beginning, not strange and alien, born from some other woman."
"He never was alien to me." Tyleet's eyes were narrowed now, and there's no mistaking her for not being earnest. "It didn't take long for his scent to become like mine." She sighed. "You haven't been there ... He was as perfect as a human child could be to an elf."
Dewshine remained silent. Then she said softly: "I wish I had been there ... I'd like to have seen what a mother you were to him."
"You will get the chance of seeing me being a mother soon - if the shape-changed let us be." She shifted uncomfortably in her furs, and Dewshine helped her to sit up a bit. "But at the moment I don't want to think of it yet. It's so peaceful without a little one crying."
"And without his father fussing over you, isn't it?" Now blue eyes were shining, knowingly. "He's just as bad as he was back then, when I was with Windkin."
"And without him." Tyleet repeated sincerely. Then she gently reached out and touched Dewshine's face. "At the moment I'd like to have a share of my other lifemate as well."
She took the other one by surprise. But the next moment, a smile creased Dewshine's lips. "Do you know that none of us before dared to speak this name, no matter that we shared soul names? As if it would open up something more, something strange and new?"
Soft laughter was to be heard. "But I've never been afraid of strange and new things." Tyleet drew her closer to her body and caressed her cheek with her lips. **And despite everything - you're neither, Lree.*
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Title: Three minus one
Author: Flowerstar
Fandom: Elfquest
Rating: G
Length: 465 words
Summary: Three minus one is in no way less perfect - and new things are wonderful.
Pairings: Scouter/Dewshine/Tyleet
Disclaimer: EQ is (c) by Wendy und Richard Pini
Feedback: I'd be delighted!
Notes: I love this threesome mainly because of Dewshine and Tyleet, so Scouter does not have much to say here.
She watched her beloved going, in the dim light. Dark hair, slender, but strong shoulders clad in dark leathers. It was time for the hunt. He looked back, flashed a grin at her as he caught her eye.
She waved and then retreated into the small cave. It was a small moment of peace for the two elfin women inside of it. No one had allowed the pregnant to attend the hunt, and so Dewshine had volunteered to stay with her. Now she sat down at her side and stroked the red hair with delicate fingers. Her lovemate - or was she a lifemate already? - stretched and yawned.
Green eyes twinkled, indicating that the words following it were not to be taken seriously. "I hate this." She let a hand wander across her swollen belly. "It was so much easier having a child without this to bother with."
"Ah, but you will not be able to compare the joy of holding this little life to the one holding the human cub." Dewshine scolded her lovingly. "It's yours from the beginning, not strange and alien, born from some other woman."
"He never was alien to me." Tyleet's eyes were narrowed now, and there's no mistaking her for not being earnest. "It didn't take long for his scent to become like mine." She sighed. "You haven't been there ... He was as perfect as a human child could be to an elf."
Dewshine remained silent. Then she said softly: "I wish I had been there ... I'd like to have seen what a mother you were to him."
"You will get the chance of seeing me being a mother soon - if the shape-changed let us be." She shifted uncomfortably in her furs, and Dewshine helped her to sit up a bit. "But at the moment I don't want to think of it yet. It's so peaceful without a little one crying."
"And without his father fussing over you, isn't it?" Now blue eyes were shining, knowingly. "He's just as bad as he was back then, when I was with Windkin."
"And without him." Tyleet repeated sincerely. Then she gently reached out and touched Dewshine's face. "At the moment I'd like to have a share of my other lifemate as well."
She took the other one by surprise. But the next moment, a smile creased Dewshine's lips. "Do you know that none of us before dared to speak this name, no matter that we shared soul names? As if it would open up something more, something strange and new?"
Soft laughter was to be heard. "But I've never been afraid of strange and new things." Tyleet drew her closer to her body and caressed her cheek with her lips. **And despite everything - you're neither, Lree.*
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