Edit: Maybe I'm lying about pageviews. I'm confused...
I've been catching up on my Youtube stuff today. The Guild season 6 premiered last week, so I've been watching all their production videos. I adore Felicia Day. I want to be her best friend. Like, the first time I've ever wanted to use the term BFF. She is honestly the reason I got back into writing and reading. I wanted to read the books she was doing in Vaginal Fantasy, and more than anything I want to be one of the writers she talks about.
Anyway, [/endrant]...
In one of those production videos one of their actors had a birthday. He turned 24. I felt useless. But! He's a only year younger than me! So, hey, that's not *too* bad. I just gotta get off my ass.
One of those production videos, they talked about how you just gotta start doing it. So I've decided (once again) to try. Maybe this is the time it'll stick.
So I'm going to stop sitting here eating cupcakes and dreaming and post a new blog. Mostly because I need to stop eating cupcakes.
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This is something I started writing a long time ago that I really liked the idea of and I really want to continue, but I need to scale the story down a little bit. It's overwhelming even to think about, much less try to explain or write. So, here you go! It's super short!
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“You know, soldier,” came a voice from the girl on the back
of the horse, “you haven’t said one word to me. You could have kidnapped the
wrong girl from the safety of her home.”
“I haven’t, Lady Charissa.” Growled the soldier.
“I’m not Lady Charissa. I demand that you let me go.” The
soldier said nothing. It was several minutes before she spoke again. “How do
you know who I am then, Feral.” He said nothing, but she saw him sit up a bit
straighter in a bit of shock. “I can see your hands holding the reigns. The
markings on your right hand are very specific. A fox if I’m not mistaken.”
“You are not mistaken.” He said in a dark voice.
“I didn’t mean to offend, soldier.” She said quietly. “The
others made themselves known in the town asking about me. No one but the queen
is supposed to know the way I look. How did you know who I was?”
The man didn’t speak for a long time. When they arrived at
the next village he stopped the horse and stepped down then lifted her into his
arms. Bound the way she was, she was unable to walk. He nodded to the innkeeper
inside, showed him his army credentials and carried her up the stairs to her
room. He laid her on the bed and for the first time she looked at his face. His
brilliant red eyes shown underneath his hood. He removed his hood and showed
his short black hair and chiseled features. She tucked a piece of hair behind
her ear and swallowed tightly.
“We’ve met, haven’t we, Soldier.”
“I’ll go down and get you some food. I’ll untie your hands
so you can eat. You’ll get some sleep.”
He left then, pulling his hood back up around his head and
went to the dining room. He returned quickly to find the girl trying to untie
her bonds. She looked up at him innocently as he placed a tray of food on the
table beside the bed. He knelt and began untying her hands for her. As he
worked at the knots he spoke in a quiet voice.
“When you were very young, a group of specters kidnapped
you. They took you to one of their encampments on the east bank of the Coria
River. They kept you there for two years before deciding that you were not the
person they wanted. Your pendant of dawn would do nothing for them. They
decided to have you executed. It was their way. The fox they sent to murder you
seemed to take pity. He took-“ With an exasperated sigh Charissa cut in.
“Soldier. I know the story. I was there, you know.”
