Sunday, May 5, 2013

What I wish to tell you….

When I’m not sad, depressed, pissed off, or just down right crappy I don’t blog; at least not my feelings.  I’ll post other things, old writings and such for whoever finds this page and take a moment to read it.  I appreciate the random folks who do read my page.  I know it’s not a lot; I know I’m not the best writer; I know…I know…I know….

I’ve actually been in fairly decent to great mood. When there’s no internal drama I don’t seem to have anything in depth to rank/share with folks.

I’ve starting writing again and hopefully I’ll post some stuff on here when it’s done. Some of it won’t as they are intended for other destinations. But what I do have here I hope everyone enjoys reading.

I started a DnD (3.5 Edition) game called “Half Pint Happy Hour.” I made it up randomly on the spot like any good GM and the name stuck.  I’ll be posting updates on that game as it goes along.  We’ve had our first session and as soon as it’s written up it will be at your viewing pleasure. I hope the postings to come on our adventures are entertaining.

Here's to another great/busy week!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

An old background I found for a character in a White Wolf game

Wrote in November 2009 -

He was laying there, blood was seeping each crack that spread under his body along the stone walk. It was my nightly walk in my garden and tonight it was interrupted by this man, this bloody man. I could feel myself starting to breath faster, what is he doing here, why is he hurt and in my garden. I closed my eyes and I could once again see a vision of blood from long ago. I shake myself out of the thought , I could feel the cool winters night breeze on my hands. I glanced down to see that my gloves were no long looking the way they were supposed to when I placed them on before my walk. It had happened again, something triggered my senses for my hands to have changed. I peer around, wondering if anyone else was there, something else must be happening if my claws were coming out.. I took a deep breath feeling the cool air enter my chest. My legs moves me closer to the body on my walk way. Why did he have to fall onto my walk way and what the heck was he doing to actually land this far into my garden with so much blood? So many thoughts, racing through my head. But, to my body, it did not stop for an instant to ponder on these questions. Another step closer. I didn't want to be there, I don't like all this blood, it always brings out the worst in me. And of course ruins my gloves every time! I could feel a high sigh exit my mouth as if annoyed at this body laying in my way. How I hate it when my hands do this.

My body moves another step closer. The smell of his blood is overpowering. It's strange I don't have the urge to feed as I'm staring at the blood oozing out from countless spots on his body. I can see the blooding running throughout the cracks of my stone walkway like blood running through the veins of a body. I gaze upon the man laying almost lifeless in front of me. I can begin to feel the warmth of his blood the tips of my toes. I glanced at my feet and almost childishly I shrug my shoulders and sigh to myself. My shoes have been torn apart and my toes were sticking into the blood.

I could feel my body slowly, cautiously kneel down. I could feel the cold of the stone through my jeans, yet I could feel the warmth of his body pushing back the cold. He smelled different, his blood smelled familiar some how. Another deep breath, his blood was very familiar, almost to familiar for my liking. A shiver suddenly ran down my spin as I a small growl exit my throat. I instantly peered up as I quickly placed my claw next to his neck. I peered into the tree covering the wall only a few feet away. Another low growl let loose. I could feel the hair on my face and back start to stand on end as it slowly grew from my skin. Something was there, I could feel it. I could feel it was something and something that needed to leave my garden immediately. I could see the bush move, as my growl increased in sound. Whoever or whatever was hiding there would get the picture that they needed to leave now or suffer the consequence of their decision to stay.

I could feel this mans blood on m palms now as I leaned over growling at the movement in the bushes.
“Leave now!” I pushed out of my throat with a low growl.

The bushes pushed aside and another man stepped out. He looked just as beat up and blood was dripping from the side of his shirt. His head was bleeding down his ear and his eye was swollen shut. I could smell his mans blood and the hairs on my back stood straight up. But why, I could hear myself asking. Why doesn't the man under me make my skin crawl when I smell his blood, yet this man, this man I know I would kill if he makes one wrong move. There was something strong about this man as he limped a few more feet out of the bushes.
“Get out!” I growled even louder at him. “I will not give you another warning.”
I crawled over the man laying on the path as if to protect his man I know nothing about. He could be the predator for all I know, but no, I don't feel that about it. I feel that about this man limping out of my bushes.

It seemed like forever that the man stood there and stared at me. I could only feel my skin crawl with every breath he took, not wanting to move lest I fear he would get to his victim to finish him off. And then all of a sudden, as if our time was up he quickly vanished in mid jump. I could smell him go up into the trees, and saw the leaves move as he jump back up and over the hidden wall. I looked around and sniffed at the sky and the mans blood scent was gone. I slowly turned around and stayed on my hands and knees, lowering my head to his I placed my nose under his. I could feel movement on my nose. He was still alive. Instantly I stood up as my hands and feet returned to normal with shreds of gloves and shoes hanging off me.

I knew I could help him, I wanted to help him. I didn't understand why, when I have let so many die before. There was something about him, something I couldn't figure out. But there was no time for that, I could feel it in my bones, he wasn't going to last long if I didn't help him fast. I quickly picked him up as if mother was lifting a sleeping child. As I swiftly moved back towards my sanctuary I peered behind my shoulder at the tree the mysterious man had exited from. Why was he after this man? Or was this man after him? I look over my other shoulder, and see my fathers fountain shining in the moonlight.

“I'm sorry father, I have to cancel our walk tonight.” I look back down at the limp man in my arms as I can feel the blood running over my arms and hands.

I felt a small shiver in my arms and suddenly only thoughts of the dying man flooded my mind. I needed to get him to my inner chamber and fast.

I make my way down the stair case past all the bookshelves to the very back of the library where I push on my favorite book and the bookshelf slides away as if surrendering the wall to me and I walk through the darkness behind it.

I briskly flow down the dark stair way as if a sheet of ice were under my feet while whisping my way around all the objects that hung off the walls, avoiding any collision with them. Finally I can see a light at the bottom of the winding staircase and I feel a small bit of relief knowing I'm almost to my chambers.

As I glide through my doorway and my eyes don't even flinch as the lights turn themselves on. I rush to the bedside and as gently as I lay the nameless man on my bed.

Blood sprays out of his mouth as his body thrusts out a cough. He fades away just as he fast as he awoke to call forth this name.

“Save him!” I could hear my inner voice shout.

I jolt up as if it was that voice throwing me off my knees and into action. I knew...I knew that he was like me. I could smell it on him every drop of his blood screamed at me that he wasn't what I use to be.

Why save him? My younger voice cried out. I must save him, I could hear myself saying out loud as it echoed off the walls.

“Where is it?” I yell as I throw my books off my desk.

“ left it next to the...” a voice whispers into my ear

“CLOCK!” I shout as I whirl around and dash across my room. I was reading it last night I had an urge to remember the healing sequence I had just read about. It was odd that I even had found that book when I had, it had been hidden so well by my father. What luck that I had found it when I had.

I slam the book open so hard that papers fly off my desk obscurely landing on the floor. I run my finders down one page...”not this page”...I madly scamper to the next few pages....”Where is it” I grunted out...”I know it's here!”

I heard another gurgle and gush of blood and I made me spin around, I can seem him trying to move, grasping at the air above him as if crying out for someone or something.

I rush to the side of the bed with the book in hand and lay it down as I grab his hand and rest it back on his stomach.

“It's okay, it'll be okay.” I answer to him as I move his hair away from his bleeding face. I hope that helps to calm him down.

I see his body once again fall almost completely limp in my bed.

“you must hurry” I could hear my voice saying, “I know!” I answered back as I let out an angry sigh.
“I can't find what I'm looking for!” I almost screamed as I was tearing through the book. I could feel something was wrong with me, I never handle books this way. But I couldn't stop, something was pushing me to find what I needed. I was scared...what if I couldn't save him. What if I couldn't find what I needed to....what if it didn't even work!?

“Enough” I yelled out. I took a deep breathing and focused.

A few more pages went by, I could barely hear his breathing now. “You must hurry!” I could hear the voice saying again.

“There!” I shouted as I poked the book so hard that I could feel the pressure shoot up my arm. I scanned my fingers along the words as I whispered them out loud.

“That's it.” I stood up and laid his arms next to him. “you must hurry!” The voice ran out again. I couldn't answer I needed to focus.

“I hope this works.” I sighed out.

As he lay before me, arms at his side and his legs straightened out I raised my hands over his body.