“It's
nothing. I'm old. My dam died at 33 because of a heart condition, so
it's damned amazing I've lived this long.”
“Seriously,
take your pills. It's weird when you're the pessimist between the two
of us.”
The white tiger face, peppered with gray, wrinkled in
annoyance. “I hate popping pills.”
Turia rolled her
eyes. “You know you have this weird habit of throwing common sense
out the window when you're in pain?”
Seneca chuffed. “Maybe
I'm just senile.”
Turia snorted with a chuckle. “Mysts
will freeze over before you actually turn senile, Senna.”
((Senna's feeling her age from the battering she took in LA and her friend has noticed and is trying to get her to take painkillers. Senna can be stubborn sometimes..))
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Prompt: BEEEEEEEEES!
“Hey!” snarled Drub, stumbling back to his
feet. “She's sneaking air magic in again!” He tattled to the
magic instructor.
“Naevia-” The Primus growled.
Naevia was going to defend her dust devil when her attunement caught the stone spike that Drub started casting. She jumped, flipping high in the air and landing out of its range. Angry with her spar partner's tactics, she flung a stone shard into the tree above him.
“Ha!” Shouted Drub. “Can't- AAAAHHH!!”
He squealed like a baby kitten as a hornet's nest crashed down and the angry swarm surrounded him.
((Takes place when Naevia was young and practicing earth magic in a spar with her fahrar mate/nemesis, Drub.))
“Naevia-” The Primus growled.
Naevia was going to defend her dust devil when her attunement caught the stone spike that Drub started casting. She jumped, flipping high in the air and landing out of its range. Angry with her spar partner's tactics, she flung a stone shard into the tree above him.
“Ha!” Shouted Drub. “Can't- AAAAHHH!!”
He squealed like a baby kitten as a hornet's nest crashed down and the angry swarm surrounded him.
((Takes place when Naevia was young and practicing earth magic in a spar with her fahrar mate/nemesis, Drub.))
Prompt: A Time and Place for Everything
“How can you let him do THIS?!”
Seneca didn't look up from the form she was filling out. “Because, it is something he wants and, more importantly, something he needs to do for himself.”
Axtus snarled. “You can't LET him go gladium, Flintfire!”
“He isn't going to be a gladium, you lug-head.” Seneca's eyes flicked up to see Axtus' stunned expression. “What? You think I've been on the Flint squad for over 22 years without earning some pull with the paper-pushers up stairs? Give me some credit. And close your mouth, you're catching flies.”
Seneca didn't look up from the form she was filling out. “Because, it is something he wants and, more importantly, something he needs to do for himself.”
Axtus snarled. “You can't LET him go gladium, Flintfire!”
“He isn't going to be a gladium, you lug-head.” Seneca's eyes flicked up to see Axtus' stunned expression. “What? You think I've been on the Flint squad for over 22 years without earning some pull with the paper-pushers up stairs? Give me some credit. And close your mouth, you're catching flies.”
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Prompt: Repair Job
“Callista, that- heating unit- in tent four
isn't working. Do you know who can fix it.”
Callista looked over at Diana. “Just give a strong kick to the base of it.”
Diana blinked. “...Kick it?
Callista nodded. “Yes. Kick it. If that does not work, kick it harder.”
Diana blinked, then burst into light-hearted laugher that had several patients turning toward the warm sound. “You're joking!”
Callista's whiskers twitched as she turned back to her patient. “Not at all.”
Diana's bell-like laugh rose again. “I'll never look at Asuran tech the same again.”
Callista looked over at Diana. “Just give a strong kick to the base of it.”
Diana blinked. “...Kick it?
Callista nodded. “Yes. Kick it. If that does not work, kick it harder.”
Diana blinked, then burst into light-hearted laugher that had several patients turning toward the warm sound. “You're joking!”
Callista's whiskers twitched as she turned back to her patient. “Not at all.”
Diana's bell-like laugh rose again. “I'll never look at Asuran tech the same again.”
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Prompt: Not so Subtle
((This takes place a few days before Scarlet's
attack.
It involves Zaree's paint jobs on the Jester airship! One of the guilds that Zaree is a member of.))
Zaree's tongue was between her lips as she fixed the last screw in before stepping back.
It had taken her some time, but she had finally managed to find the shiniest of brass sevens. She was delighted with her find. The seven was a thin sheet of highly polished brass, but it was the scale of it that delighted Zaree. At four feet tall, it filled a sizable area of the door. All around it, swirls of greens and purples that Zaree had painted on the door. Golden suns with flaming rays. Roses in red.
Donari would love it!
It involves Zaree's paint jobs on the Jester airship! One of the guilds that Zaree is a member of.))
Zaree's tongue was between her lips as she fixed the last screw in before stepping back.
It had taken her some time, but she had finally managed to find the shiniest of brass sevens. She was delighted with her find. The seven was a thin sheet of highly polished brass, but it was the scale of it that delighted Zaree. At four feet tall, it filled a sizable area of the door. All around it, swirls of greens and purples that Zaree had painted on the door. Golden suns with flaming rays. Roses in red.
Donari would love it!
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Prompt: Toxin
She had not asked Felix how he obtained the
sample; it didn't matter.
What mattered was she was able to perfect the antitoxin she'd obsessively brewed from the data on the miasma-touched spores she'd collected herself. Antitoxin that was quickly fused into filters for the masks of the team. It would not keep the debilitating miasma at bay indefinitely, toxins not its only components, but it would hold it off for quite some time. And it would keep the members of her Order from suffering the plague-like cough that the toxins wracked on the lungs of those exposed to it.
What mattered was she was able to perfect the antitoxin she'd obsessively brewed from the data on the miasma-touched spores she'd collected herself. Antitoxin that was quickly fused into filters for the masks of the team. It would not keep the debilitating miasma at bay indefinitely, toxins not its only components, but it would hold it off for quite some time. And it would keep the members of her Order from suffering the plague-like cough that the toxins wracked on the lungs of those exposed to it.
Prompt: Pristine
She was in Applenook when it began.
She was in a rescue squad rushing the transformed war zone soon after.
Her immediate response proved her unprepared for the scale of enemies, she ran out of arrows far too quickly. Her bowstring snapped when she tried improvising arrows on the fly.
It was the sliver glint that caught her eyes. Zaree pulled the hilt from the rubble of the Trading Post. She knew swordsmanship, but this was the first she'd ever held such a large, pristine blade. It worked well, she decided, as she clashed steel with the Courtiers encircling her.
She was in a rescue squad rushing the transformed war zone soon after.
Her immediate response proved her unprepared for the scale of enemies, she ran out of arrows far too quickly. Her bowstring snapped when she tried improvising arrows on the fly.
It was the sliver glint that caught her eyes. Zaree pulled the hilt from the rubble of the Trading Post. She knew swordsmanship, but this was the first she'd ever held such a large, pristine blade. It worked well, she decided, as she clashed steel with the Courtiers encircling her.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Prompt: Hindsight
If only...
She stared unseeing at the canopy of the infirmary tent above her. Her mind on a sadistic replay of the searing heat, the stench, the screams. The sight of her ship a burning wreckage in the harbor. She'd run from the Hooligan's Route, fecklessly shooting at the enemies swarming into the bombed streets. Rat-tailed Jones and Cerrel were dead on the docks. She wanted to search for the others but a firebomb exploded in the walls behind her and everything went dark.
If only she'd listened...
If only she'd sailed out on those calm morning seas...
If only..
She stared unseeing at the canopy of the infirmary tent above her. Her mind on a sadistic replay of the searing heat, the stench, the screams. The sight of her ship a burning wreckage in the harbor. She'd run from the Hooligan's Route, fecklessly shooting at the enemies swarming into the bombed streets. Rat-tailed Jones and Cerrel were dead on the docks. She wanted to search for the others but a firebomb exploded in the walls behind her and everything went dark.
If only she'd listened...
If only she'd sailed out on those calm morning seas...
If only..
Prompt: Mortal
Callista held it together as she washed her
paws and arms. She held it together as she removed the mask on her
muzzle and walked through the camp. Volunteers bustling, patients
coughing, birds flying.
It was when she was sheltered from watching eyes behind one of the tents in the Junction Haven that she stumbled, steadying herself against the cold stone wall as her other paw covered her silent tears.
Callista's tail curled around her feet, letting the grief out before she would need to rally for the next patient. Nothing was as hard as losing one of the children.
It was when she was sheltered from watching eyes behind one of the tents in the Junction Haven that she stumbled, steadying herself against the cold stone wall as her other paw covered her silent tears.
Callista's tail curled around her feet, letting the grief out before she would need to rally for the next patient. Nothing was as hard as losing one of the children.
Prompt: Cold Hearth
“The fire's out.”
Deoir turned to the deep, growling voice; her white eyes bright in the dim, candlelit room. He was right, she'd continued working, headless of the cold in the room setting in with the dead hearth. “No matter.”
Felix looked around the room, his masked eyes grazing over her notes. They were written in an cryptic shorthand of her own design. “I suppose our base is no matter to attend to now that you've evacuated your research.”
“On the contrary,” Deoir replied coolly. “I fully intend to be at hand during the invasion.”
Deoir turned to the deep, growling voice; her white eyes bright in the dim, candlelit room. He was right, she'd continued working, headless of the cold in the room setting in with the dead hearth. “No matter.”
Felix looked around the room, his masked eyes grazing over her notes. They were written in an cryptic shorthand of her own design. “I suppose our base is no matter to attend to now that you've evacuated your research.”
“On the contrary,” Deoir replied coolly. “I fully intend to be at hand during the invasion.”
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Prompt: Complete and Total Failure
THREE
PART NAEVIA DRABBLE TALE! PART III:
“Well, that was stupid.”
Naevia blinked groggily, looking around the infirmary. “Where am I? What happened?”
“You pretended to drain all your air magic, only, really, you hoarded it up and gave yourself a heart attack. Any of this ringing a bell?” Drub smirked at her. “You gave your mentor a bad shock when she went to help you. She's left. Says you're unteachable.” Drub seemed to be enjoying explaining all this. “They sent for me when you woke up since I can control my elemental magic.”
Naevia knew trying to correct him was useless.
“Well, that was stupid.”
Naevia blinked groggily, looking around the infirmary. “Where am I? What happened?”
“You pretended to drain all your air magic, only, really, you hoarded it up and gave yourself a heart attack. Any of this ringing a bell?” Drub smirked at her. “You gave your mentor a bad shock when she went to help you. She's left. Says you're unteachable.” Drub seemed to be enjoying explaining all this. “They sent for me when you woke up since I can control my elemental magic.”
Naevia knew trying to correct him was useless.
Prompt: Looming Darkness
THREE
PART NAEVIA DRABBLE TALE! PART II:
She'd done it. Drained all her air magic as her mentor wanted.
It shouldn't feel like this, should it?
She felt so weak she had to actually think about remaining standing, at the same time, she focused on keeping the air magic at bay. Her heart was beating erratically in her her chest like a bird trying to stay flying. A tingling numbness spread up her arm.
Every instinct she possessed was screaming at her. This is wrong! This isn't natural!
She tried to tell her mentor, but the words were a slurred mess. “Isha ffur-”
Everything went dark.
She'd done it. Drained all her air magic as her mentor wanted.
It shouldn't feel like this, should it?
She felt so weak she had to actually think about remaining standing, at the same time, she focused on keeping the air magic at bay. Her heart was beating erratically in her her chest like a bird trying to stay flying. A tingling numbness spread up her arm.
Every instinct she possessed was screaming at her. This is wrong! This isn't natural!
She tried to tell her mentor, but the words were a slurred mess. “Isha ffur-”
Everything went dark.
Prompt: Taming of the Student
THREE PART NAEVIA DRABBLE! PART I:
“Just remember what I said, focus on grounding yourself. Pull on your earth magic if you need to once you drain the air.” The mentor reminded her.
“Can we not do this?” Naevia pleaded. “I swear, I tried this when I was little!”
Her mentor raised a brow and snarled in frustration. “Naevia. You heard the Primus tell you I can keep you out here until you do as I ask. Whatever you did as a child, you clearly did not have the control you have now. Do as I tell you!”
Neavia nodded, paws trembling.
“Just remember what I said, focus on grounding yourself. Pull on your earth magic if you need to once you drain the air.” The mentor reminded her.
“Can we not do this?” Naevia pleaded. “I swear, I tried this when I was little!”
Her mentor raised a brow and snarled in frustration. “Naevia. You heard the Primus tell you I can keep you out here until you do as I ask. Whatever you did as a child, you clearly did not have the control you have now. Do as I tell you!”
Neavia nodded, paws trembling.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Prompt: Keep it Moving
It was one of those sessions where fahrars from
the three Legions worked together. Today, they marched on patrol in
the heavy rain. One of the Iron pups was partnered with Naevia and
eyed her ability to keep the rain off the pair of them enviously.
“Man, elementalists are lucky.”
“Trust me,” Naevia chuckled. “You wouldn't like me wet.”
“We don't like you now.” Taunted Drub from behind her.
Naevia ignored her fahrar mate, but grinned when her temporary partner defended her anyway, shooting back. “You're a jerk!”
“Keep it moving!” The Primus bellowed.
((Drub is basically a lead bully and he is Naevia's nemesis in her fahrar.))
“Trust me,” Naevia chuckled. “You wouldn't like me wet.”
“We don't like you now.” Taunted Drub from behind her.
Naevia ignored her fahrar mate, but grinned when her temporary partner defended her anyway, shooting back. “You're a jerk!”
“Keep it moving!” The Primus bellowed.
((Drub is basically a lead bully and he is Naevia's nemesis in her fahrar.))
Prompt: Fortunes and Future
“Coming on the last few months, eh?” Seneca
grinned at Callista.
“Yes.” The younger charr caressed her baby bump. “At least, I hope there will be and they do not arrive too early.”
Seneca shook her head with a chuckle. “You're probably one of the few dams I met who doesn't want her's out already. I can't see in the future, but I happen to think the fortunes will see to it that everything works out.”
Callista's small smile warmed. “I have been fortunate so far, and I do look forward to holding them.”
“Yes.” The younger charr caressed her baby bump. “At least, I hope there will be and they do not arrive too early.”
Seneca shook her head with a chuckle. “You're probably one of the few dams I met who doesn't want her's out already. I can't see in the future, but I happen to think the fortunes will see to it that everything works out.”
Callista's small smile warmed. “I have been fortunate so far, and I do look forward to holding them.”
Monday, February 10, 2014
Prompt: Hugs!
((Naevia is only around four in this
one.))
“You're all so cute!” The orange sylvari darted around, hugging the little cubs.
“Wait!” One cub called out as she reached for a particularly fluffy-looking black kit. “Don't touch her! She'll shock you!”
“Really?!” The sylvari looked at the kit.
Naevia's large blue eyes, sad and dejected, flicked between her fahrar mate and the strange sylvari. The whole fahrar was surprised when the sylvari touched a finger to her paw despite the warning. Especially when the sylvari giggled at the static spark she received, scooping up the delighted kit in a hug. “You're funny!”
“You're all so cute!” The orange sylvari darted around, hugging the little cubs.
“Wait!” One cub called out as she reached for a particularly fluffy-looking black kit. “Don't touch her! She'll shock you!”
“Really?!” The sylvari looked at the kit.
Naevia's large blue eyes, sad and dejected, flicked between her fahrar mate and the strange sylvari. The whole fahrar was surprised when the sylvari touched a finger to her paw despite the warning. Especially when the sylvari giggled at the static spark she received, scooping up the delighted kit in a hug. “You're funny!”
Prompt: Overflow
This will work, Naevia thought,
unleashing the largest electrical storm she'd ever conjured. She was
focused, making sure all her elemental magic was pushed into the
spell.
For a moment, it worked. Her fur settled with all the magi-elemental particles gone.
But, like water filling a capsized boat, the electric charges rushed back in a flood. So much, so fast, it was far beyond what she was used to. It was painful. She fell on her knees, clutching her burning chest.
“Using magic never hurts me,” boasted her fahrar mate.
Naevia glared, with watering eyes, “You're a jerk!”
For a moment, it worked. Her fur settled with all the magi-elemental particles gone.
But, like water filling a capsized boat, the electric charges rushed back in a flood. So much, so fast, it was far beyond what she was used to. It was painful. She fell on her knees, clutching her burning chest.
“Using magic never hurts me,” boasted her fahrar mate.
Naevia glared, with watering eyes, “You're a jerk!”
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Prompt: Infatuation
It was one of those emotions that Deoir felt was over-rated. She had experienced all she cared for their wavering highs and lows with empathetic intensity during and after the Dream.
Romance was distracting and far too prone to lead to disasters. Moments of heartaches possible in a variety of ways all diverging from a common source. She decided there were far better things to be infatuated with.
Her work. Her goals. Her talents.
These were things, not only worth devotion, but would rely on no one but herself. Why trust the fickle mutual loyalty of another?
Romance was distracting and far too prone to lead to disasters. Moments of heartaches possible in a variety of ways all diverging from a common source. She decided there were far better things to be infatuated with.
Her work. Her goals. Her talents.
These were things, not only worth devotion, but would rely on no one but herself. Why trust the fickle mutual loyalty of another?
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Prompt: Rushed
Naevia's feet slid on the metallic Citadel
floors. Her claws scratched, trying to find traction as she skidded
around the ramp into the Canton.
Turning the corner, she halted with a stumble before her Primus.
“Naevia. You are late.”
“Sorry!” The black jaguar charr saluted hastily. “I sorta short-circuited my alarm on accident!” Naevia's ears flicked briefly back in guilt. Static sparks jumped from her mane to them, but other than a quick flick of the shocked ears, Naevia took no notice.
Her Primus growled at his wayward pupil. “Get in line. NOW!”
Turning the corner, she halted with a stumble before her Primus.
“Naevia. You are late.”
“Sorry!” The black jaguar charr saluted hastily. “I sorta short-circuited my alarm on accident!” Naevia's ears flicked briefly back in guilt. Static sparks jumped from her mane to them, but other than a quick flick of the shocked ears, Naevia took no notice.
Her Primus growled at his wayward pupil. “Get in line. NOW!”
Prompt: Good Intentions, Bad Results
Little eight year old
Helen watched the new maid struggle to light the fire in the drawing
room.
“Let me help!” She called out and darted in the room.
The maid looked up with a chagrined blush. “My Lad-” Her address cut off with a cry of alarm. Helen's attempt to light a fire with her budding elementalist powers set sparks scattering, lighting the elegant floor rug on fire. Helen quickly doused the flames with a wave of water magic.
It took long hours to clean the mess, amid Helen's constant tears and apologies.
Mother was NOT pleased.
“Let me help!” She called out and darted in the room.
The maid looked up with a chagrined blush. “My Lad-” Her address cut off with a cry of alarm. Helen's attempt to light a fire with her budding elementalist powers set sparks scattering, lighting the elegant floor rug on fire. Helen quickly doused the flames with a wave of water magic.
It took long hours to clean the mess, amid Helen's constant tears and apologies.
Mother was NOT pleased.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Prompt: Icy
Zaree was darting across the snow for Peeta's
Gate to head home when her bare foot slid across a patch of icy
ground. The collection of presents in her arms went flying as much as
her feet.
“Oh no!”
Ignoring the aches on her side that would surely bruise to a dark green later, all her attention was on collecting her toys. She inspected them carefully, but other than having a fine dusting of snow, they were in fine condition.
“Oh peach fuzz!” Zaree sighed with relief, hugging them to her chest. “You're all okay!”
“Oh no!”
Ignoring the aches on her side that would surely bruise to a dark green later, all her attention was on collecting her toys. She inspected them carefully, but other than having a fine dusting of snow, they were in fine condition.
“Oh peach fuzz!” Zaree sighed with relief, hugging them to her chest. “You're all okay!”
Prompt: Confessions
She awoke in Vasha's room, listening to the
rain before giving in and rousing. This wasn't the first time this
past week that the activity of her unborn cubs stirred her from her
slumber. She pulled on her cushioned shoes and padded downstairs
quietly.
In the kitchen, she sipped a glass of water and considered her new mentor. Grax was not what she would have expected from her commanding officer. She could never imagine confessing her troubles to Keeper Olda as she was learning to do with him. His demeanor these days was far less a superior. More a friend.
In the kitchen, she sipped a glass of water and considered her new mentor. Grax was not what she would have expected from her commanding officer. She could never imagine confessing her troubles to Keeper Olda as she was learning to do with him. His demeanor these days was far less a superior. More a friend.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Prompt: Hunger
Her stomach growled.
Her sire snarled lowly, staring at her intently, as though daring her to speak. She knew better. She tried to meet his gaze without showing anything. Never show fear.
He chuffed at her, pulling out a ration pack from his robes and dropping it carelessly on the ground in front of her. A whole one. Callista kept her eyes down, holding her breath until he left. When the lock turned in the door, she grabbed the food, darting back to the corner, ears canted toward the door of the dim bunker. Just in case he came back...
Her sire snarled lowly, staring at her intently, as though daring her to speak. She knew better. She tried to meet his gaze without showing anything. Never show fear.
He chuffed at her, pulling out a ration pack from his robes and dropping it carelessly on the ground in front of her. A whole one. Callista kept her eyes down, holding her breath until he left. When the lock turned in the door, she grabbed the food, darting back to the corner, ears canted toward the door of the dim bunker. Just in case he came back...
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