Striped socks

on the psychological things....

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 12:30:47 GMT

Burn out with 25 is not nice.

just for the protocol...I'm just angry right now, so whoever thinks 'm a whiny bitch at the moment can kiss their sorry asses to hell.
I don't care anymore. It's not like anybody would care about me...

Come on, feel sorry for the little idiot who can't do a fucking thing in live by herself. I'm done with it!
I hate it, that appearantly anything I touch is going to hell in the moment. Thanks heaven i'm just trying to get by so would be so kindly in NOT
Throwing a desatser my way every fucking cheerful minute!!
I think finally everything is allright and I did something right, then it turns to hell the next the minute.

God, I hate it !!

New ideas

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:23:35 GMT

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hey there...

Seems like have a new surge in creativity.
So many projects want to be finished.

Here's a list for example:

Fiction. (in progress):

Long winter nights (yeaI'm going to finish that on ^^chapter 12 needs some tweeking still)
Fur on velvet (probably sequel or a snap-shot to that above haven't decided if a one-shot or else)
i'm definintly trying to get another sequel for this going!

One night in Bangkok (already working on chapter 2)
Rebaudequin O.T.O.M.E (born after a discussion about the reality-metre of Otome...it's going to be interesting.)

Original Stuff:

CME A soldiers story (something crafted together with my boyfriend)

Drawings:

illustrations for Long winter nights
Rebaudequin sketches and pictures
CME Soldiers story (the comic)
City lights down (Doujinshi...way-ward sequel to Long winter nights)
Diverse pictures i draw along the way

So i've got quite a lot to finish here.

See ya all

Greetings

sarcastic-dog

....

Fri, 15 May 2009 12:26:08 GMT

hey guys....

someone really seems to hate me.
Now while everything is working out fine, I've got a flat, a boyfriend, many friends and I've got the apprenticeship in the film company here in Wuerzburg.
So why doe the guy above...(if he even exists) to get my boyfriend into hospital again.
Something is wrong with his kidneys, he's staying there since the beginning of the week and they don't know from where the problems are coming.
and if he IS allowed to come home maybe nex week, they till would have shoved some plastic tubes into him again to get rid of his bad kreatinin value (how the kidneys work).

Besides I have the fear that he won't come back at all.....that's irational I know but I guess that comes from seeing at least wo close relatives die in hospital. I'm literally on edge here....I can't sleep very well because he's not here, I almost cry every time when I have him on the phone (heck I'm crying now for gods sake....) my blood pressure is somewhere up in the clouds and i can't calm down...

Maybe I'm coming over as a whiny an whimpy ..but this is really hard for me. Especially when I know that his desease will in the end (maybe 20 or 30 years, maybe even quicker...) prove fatal.

I'm just asking for a little bit of luck on my part... however the universe seems to love it to kick me in the guts....

Edit: he came back yesterday, hopefully he'll be back in his old shape in two weeks.

I'm alive

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 08:29:07 GMT

Hey...

I post here just to sow thatI'm alive and well.
Maybe I get an apprentice-ship in a small film-company. Would be good for my applications.

Wish me luck ^^

I'm still alive...and got stuff with me muhahahaha

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 10:00:20 GMT

So, here i am after all the Christmas and New years eve stuff.
(belated greetings to everyone ...wasn't abel to get to a PC in this time...)
I'm still looking for a job and kind of thinking about becoming an illustrator....but that would mean I would work
in no regular job. ...Gah! why does it always have to be so complicated for me...

Enough of my rantings.
I hope everyone remembers the story i was writing over at ff.net.
I read it over again and found some things I like to change.
So i'm doing a rewrite now and want your opinion on this ...
...
and I'm planning on a little filmproject to this...just some scenes..maybe i can get it right
and then I'll show you all.

Long winter nights

by sarcasticdog

Come ride with me
through the veils of history.
I show you were god
falls asleep on the job.
But how can we win
if fools can be kings
don't waste your time
or time will waste you.
Muse Knights of Cydonia

The purple lady

The winds blew around the house and rattled at the windows. Winter had the land in its' deathgrib and besides the cawing of crows in distance and the howling wind there was no sound on the fields. Snow was gently falling and the soft substance already had aranged itself around the house and at the steps in big white piles.

The kids were restless. Just a few minutes ago, before the sun had gone down they had played in the snow. The onlookers still could see the snowangels and the fallen snowman at the back of the house. Now they had been called in to prpepare themselves for bed. However not one of the little rascals was tired. So, four little humans clad in sleeping wear in various states, were gathered around one of the big fluffy armchairs in the living room.

The old man in the chair with white hair and so many wrinkles in the face he could pass as a prune pulled at his pipe thoughtfully and regarded the children in front of him. His daughter had said he should try and entertain them until it was time to sleep and so right now he was contemplaiting about an aprobiate story when the youngest of the bunch of one boy and three girls walked towards the chair, raised her little arms and latched onto him like a desperate monkey while simply pleading „Tell us a story , please Grandpa.“

He smiled and nodded while again pulling at his pipe and watching the smoke float around him in lazy circles. One of the girls raised her green eyes directly at him and demanded „We want something new. Not a story we have arlready heard twice. So think a bit longer on this Gramps ...“ He grinned. Seemed like the little lass had caught him in the act. Well, he had just the right one for her.

„ Well Elena...you know about the castle on the hill behind the village, right? „ She snorted at that. Gleaming black hair fanning out behind her as she shock her head in silent amusement. „ You already told us about the secret passage into the forest, Gramps...“

His grin broadened. „Well this one is about the castle too, however it's entirely different and especially you will like it, my little girl. I guarantee that.“

He molded back in the chair to make himself more comfortable. Drew again at his pipe a few times and mentioned the kids to arange themselves around his chair.

„This story is very old. I've got it from my Grandmother, who knew it from her sister. You knew her, the old lady with the stick and necklace made out of bearclaws. She was there...so listen carefully because I say this story is as true as my hair is white...“

It promised to become a cold night although the sun still was shining. The whole day snow had slowly drizzled from the sky but right now the heavens seemed to be on a break. Crows cawed and were flyiing off in the distance while you could hear foxes yip in the woods.

This winter was going to be long and hard. The lands were in a uproar. A few years back a little count , Batian I, from some backwater land hand managed to unite all the countries in Fuuka under his crown. However now he was dead. Murdered during a hunting and the alliance was falling apart. The economy was revolting. Each country began to work more for itself and the tolls and the border were getting higher. There also were little kingdoms resently formed out of counties or duches so traveling and mercantile objects were difficult to obtain. Especially in the north.

Kurga for example. A little land far back in the north. Recently had become a kingdom of its' own while before the rulers had been known as the first counts of Windbloom. Now they had gained independece and Windbloom struggled with problems in the south. Kurga was famous for the forest, which occupied nearly 80% of its space and their mines in the hills in the south. So normally they would gotten a fair share of income. However this winter proved to become difficult for them.

The winter had come over the country like a white blanket, covering everything with it and had made almost every passage through the mountains in the south impassable. It had been peaceful but still dangerous so far, like every winter in the north. Though now the merchants from the south were on a strike. It seemed that in this winter the big forest was even more dangerous than before. The people were discouraged through reports about whole carawanes being wiped out by wolves. Kurga was a land mostly dependent on the import of food, the forest and the long winter seasons made it nearly impossible to grow sufficient crops, a fact which could cost the new king dearly.

The road was hidden underneath a thick blanket of snow, the only thing visible was a small path for the lumberman which led into the forest. The pines and firs around the path were ladden with snow and treatened to fall over should a bird try to sit on one of the branches.

It didn't quite concern the single woman who was wading through the almost thigh-high snow now. Her eyes, which had the color of dried blood were trained on the path in front of her while her feet pushed through the snow. Her garb was really strange to the people in the villages she had passed now and indicated that she was from even far more north than this land. A warm long purple coat was wrapped around her tall form. Underneath it a pale yellow shirt with red and blue embroidery on the collar. The collar and the ends of the sleeves of the coat were ardorned with thick fur in the color of her golden-brown hair. It was held together by a long leatherbelt which was almost 4 inches wide. The buckle was a shining gold and with a complicated knotdesign on it. Leatherpants in the color of soft tanned deerskin were embroidered with a long red linenstripe on the side. The getup was completed by high laced leatherboots with tufts of fur right beyond the knee. In the last few days it had snowed quite much and the cold was beginning to bother her a bit. She had left the group of merchants she had travelled with a few days ago and since then she had been alone save for the occasional deer crossing her path...oh and the wolves.

She wasn't afraid of them. In fact she had managed to kill one of them. That had been right at the border and she had been left alone by them ever since. Her trusty halherd at her side as a momentary walkingstick had been enough so far to scare away larger groups of predators. Hopefully she would never ran into a bear.

She loved the silence of the woods. The trees were whispering in the snow, telling her of the summers they had seen and were the squirrels had put their nuts between their roots. At least that was what she liked to think. The forest in winter had a soothing quality to people who were not twitchy and could apreciate the beauty of winter. It was cold and dangerous but also beautiful and calm.

Her eyes caught a blackbird flying from a tree. There's so much live in winter. One just has to look. She greeted the bird as it was flying away and put her eyes to the path back again. The path wound down a couple of sloopy hills and even deeper into the big forest. The woman didn't know exactly where it would take her, but it should lead somewhere. No one was making paths into the nowhere for no apparent reason. So she trotted on.

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It was too cold outside. This night it would snow heavily again. Michail could feel it. He was now at the proud age of 60 winters. Quite an age for a man in his occupation. His friends all had decided to retire after a time and left for the villages and the big city. However even now when he could feel the aching in his bones and the cold through his fur-parka, never would he miss it. He liked the silence of the forest to much. Besides he almost knew every stone and little animal in an radius of about half a mile around his hut. He wouldn't want to leave...but maybe this was going to be his last winter out here.

He sighed and went with a hand through his white thinning hair. Then, after a last look out the window at the trees at the end of his clearing, he grapped a bucket and closed the door behind him. The horse and the rabbits had to be fed after all. They were in a shed a few paces away from his log cabin. Just as he was turning around to take a look at the snow laddend trees at the end of the clearing he stoped dead in his tracks.

Against the setting sun he could only make out a shape, however there was somebody standing in the middle of the meadow. For a moment he thought that this was supposedly the „Lady Snow“ or the „White lady“ like many used to call the winterghost who acording to old believes collected those who died during the winter season. He opened his mouth to pray to the heavens bu t then he saw the object the person was carrying over her shoulder. Winter ghosts never ran around carrying weapons with them. At least that was what he hoped. Well if he would go than not without a fight, he was Michail „the oak“ after all.

Again he was amazed as the person turned out to be a young woman, not older then 25 winters. She seemed not to fit into the picture of wintery cold, because the hair and eyes, all let it think of the summer seasons he had seen in his live. She had walked up to him and send a smile his way that seemed to thaw his almost frozen limps.

„Excuse me Sir?“ a low but still melodious vice shook him out of his stupor. „Could you tell me kindly were the next village is. I left the group I was travelling with a few days ago and it seems that I'm short on my supplies.“ He took a closer look at her. Her garb was from the far north that much he new, though the north was more famous for small, stocky and pale people. Certainly not for tall volouptous woman with long range weapons and a booming smile in a heartshaped face. The strangest about her were the eyes. Like spilled blood...the thought ran through his mind and he remembered old Kartush who had told stories about the Bonjavi, the ghosts of nature and he wasn't so sure anymore if this truly was just a woman lost in the woods.Besides how had she managed to stay away from the wolves...?

After a few moments of staring he caught his bearings again when a snowflake landed on his nose making int itch and he waved her nearer. „I'm sorry. I'm Michail the lumberman. That was rude of me...“ again that gentle smile „..looks like it's going to snow again. We're in for a heavy load. Come in, come in share some strew with me and I see if I can remember where you have to go.“ The strange female followed him into the cabin, while he held an weary eye on her but that smile she gave him, full of gratitude, it made him feel glad that he had broken the spell of reticence he put over himself so long ago.

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A lot of miles away a tall cloaked shadow ran through the streets and lanes of a dark city. Only the occasional light from a window play over him as he passed by. Snow was making the ground slippery and around a few corners he slipped and was up that fast that it looked like hell was after him. The dark cloak billowed around the man as eyes glittered in the moonlight when he looked nervously around him. In a small sidelane a door was openend. The yellow light upon the snow seemed to greet him like an old friend and provided a path to shelter. A hand came out into the light and waved the shadow in.

„You still haven't found anythinng?“ a deep bariton was to be heard. There was nervousness in the voice but also an authority you wouldn't want to question. A few moments of silence in which only the heavy breathing of the newcomer was heard. Then a raspy voice replied „No, I'm sorry your highness. I traced every track they have left, but they all leave to nothing. It's like they simply disappeared. I even asked the people who were with them back then...most of them are dead or know nothing. It's very difficult, but I have found a group of people who could find out something.“

„You're sure nobody followed you?“ the raspy voice rose a notch with indignation. „I was very careful, your highness. I'm sure nobody followed me!“ The rustling of papers being moved on a wooden desk. „Then go. Its a matter of swiftness for all of us. If they come back or someone finds them before us then we're all doomed.“ „ Farewell Mylord.“ and with that the shadow again left the shelter of the house to travel through the streets.

A few blocks away at one of the gates, four hulking figures were gathered around a dimly lit fire. Their garb identified them as man of the woods. Woodcutters or rangers perhaps. As soon as they saw the shadow entering the street opposite to them they gathered their belongings and left the city through the frontgate without a word.

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The snow began to fall again.

Another shadow on a stone overlooking a path which had been cut through the forrest many years ago. Almost not visible in the dim light it sat there and watched the merchants trying to tear a cart out of a snowedin mudhole in the road.

Long dark hair fluttered silently in the wind, the stream of air ruffling the hairs of a huge furcoat carelessly draped around the sitting figure. Two flashes of pale yellow-green in the moonlight .

Gloved fingers deftly rearanged leatherstrips and did load a small crossbow. The tip of the arrow was glinting silvery in the darkness.

The merchants finally had managed to save the cart after they had lightend the load on it. All of them were tired. So the whole carawane decided to make a resting place for the night at the side of the road and they began to lit fires.

The wolves of the forest seemed to be especially restless today. Howling could be heard in the distance while the rest of the forest stayed almost deadly quiet.

„Did you hear that?“ Ismari the wooltrader from Windbloom, a small country in the south, was especially twitchy today. He had already been twitchy since the day the northern woman they had travelled with simply had disappeared. It had snowed the night she vanished and if she had left any tracks, then noone of the group had been able to find them.

Grigor his companion rolled his eyes. His hands were ice-cold and he was warming them by the fire when that hypernervous little prick had poked him out of his light slumber. „Isma...“ he groaned. „I know you never where in these parts of the continent but could you tone it down a bit. For heavens' sake it's just wolves in the distance.“

Ismari did send him a nervous look. He looked like a horse, smelling the enimy and ready to bolt. „...but how do we know they haven't gotten her too? I mean she simply vanished that night....“ He stood up and began to walk little circles around his cart which as a bit away from the fireplace. „For all we know they might be circeling us even as we speak. I've heard stories of man-like wolves and other animals in this forest...“

Grigor who had turned again to the fireplace interrupted him. „And that's it. Isma this are just stories. You heard me stories! Now don't be such a ninny and sit down here with us!“ Silence greeted him after that remark. „Oh come on Isma you know how I meant that...Isma?“

But Ismari couldn't answer anymore. A bolt had ended any retort he have had. His crumbled outlines against the snow could barely be seen. Just as Grigor wanted to shout they were upon them.

Silently growling shadows throwed themselves at them. Within minutes three of the five men around the fire were dead. Throats torn out or simply being overwhelmed by the sheer number of enimies and being bitten to death. The last ones standing were Grigor and a man from the east named Chavez. Chavez was holding his ground quite fairly. He had managed to grab a blazing branch from the fire and was holding the wolves of with it. Grigor was routing for him, silently cheering him on while he himself tried to defend himself with a knive he always carried around in his boots.

One wolf lauchned himself at him teeth bared and growling viciously. He was forced to get him off him with the knife and the blade became caught between one of the rips. As the animal fell from his body it took the knife with it and Grigor saw himself sorrounded in a circle of at least 11 of the wild beasts.

His gaze feel to the side were Chavez had so bravely tried to defend himself but had to look away very fast. The man was lying in the snow and at least 3 or the predators were attempting to rip him apart between them.

He hit a daring wolf on the snout when he became to close when something whistled past his ear. The dull Thud behind him indicated to him a bolt. For a moment he thought that this was help coming his way and he openend his mouth to shout. Soon however he closed again when he found the source of the bolt standing right behind a tree.

The last thing he saw before the wolves came at his throat was the figure of a dark haired woman in a bear coat and right before he lsot his sight his last thoughts. Bandjavi, the lady of the wolves. So Isma was right....

as for all the others, I wish you well in this new year and hope that I can write more often. ^^

see you all

...

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 09:51:05 GMT

hey...

so my application didn't work. Well, well seems like i have to look for other jobs then.

i already tried one fo the police ...if there is no age-limit maybe I'll get a job there.

Hope everyone is alright.

I'll update my fanfiction today...and after a few words with friends maybe I'm going to overwrite it. I'll try to ship atound any clichès...so i think I have change a few things. Maybe you're going to find out a lot more about the land and it's people.

Update ^^

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 13:13:37 GMT

hello there...

just wrote to let you all know that I'm still alive. I'm in some sort of program for unemployed people now,
they let you find addresses, write applications and stuff.
i like it...it's a personal thing, not like the stuff my boyfriend is doing right now. He's in some sort of "school-programm" and just sits around all day doin nothing 'cause everything they're teaching, he knows already.

The good news is:

i wrote a application yesterday,put it into post and TADAAAA today the company phoned me and said they want to talk to me tomorrow at nine.
If i get this job i'll be a media-designer (digital and print) in three years.

so wish me luck

^^

updates and pictures ^^

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:22:35 GMT

so....finally I'm here again and this is the picture I promised you silverduran . I hope you like it.

and my story has been continued. I'll post chapter 9 and 10 and I hope the readers will like it. unforunately because I have no access to the internet all day (or week) I can't have these chapters be betaed.
Duran if you read them and find any mistakes, notify me....^
Chapter 11 is in progress.

So long see you then ^^

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update and new chapters ^^

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:30:53 GMT

so..here I am again. Still don't have any internet. maybe next year.

i'm writing this from the computer of my friends grandpa with very unusual keyboard so please don't mind any mistakes.

today I would have updated my story in FF.net...but I was to stupid to put the chapters on the stick...but this week I definitly will update it.

I hope everyone is allright this far..and

silverduran i miss our talks on MSN...and your picture is finally finished ^^ i try to put on this journal the next timeI'm on ^^

hey...

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:01:18 GMT

Hey guys ..

I just wanted to let you know that I'm still alive and kicking.

If anybody on FF.net asks in the reviews where the hell I am...the story is definitly going on...and I've got lot's of ideas for new stuff.
It just takes so long to get everything settled here..still no internet...;_;

so if anybody ask just refer them to my blog.

thank you ^^

c ya

on hiatus till internet works

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:40:47 GMT

yeah

hey guys,

I'm just writing to let all know that I'm still alive, the moving went without problems...only that I have zero furniture now...>_< and I won't have internet for an unknown amount of time..still have to talk about that with a few people.

I passed the finals and everthing is okay for the moment, I want to update "Long winter nights" but till I haven't got any conection that won't be possible. besides my Pc is'nt working at the moment (it's still with the packages...)
so I hope I can write you all again soon and I also hope that you all arefine.

greetings

sarcastig dog

...don't want any more!

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:00:35 GMT

Seems like I'm some whiny emo-kid now...but you know what. I don't care anymore.

I cared to much for the last 19 years....I don't want any more.
I don't want to have these or whatever responsibilities.
I don't want to have this depression...
I don't want to see any people who would remind me about how lonely I truly am.
I don't want to have problems with my live.
I don't want to be kind anymore...but I can't help it....
I don't want to dissapoint anybody....
i don't want to be ignored by classmates anymore just because they think I'm freaky and weird.
I don't want to cry....and I don't want to hurt.
Seems like the rain over here is finally gettin to me...I haven't felt like this since I failedt the exam at language-school. Or maybe it's the lack of woods...I used to have them all aorund me when i was living with my parents....

Those damn worries are eating me alive. I'm afraid of spending money 'cause I fear that I won't be able to pay the bills at the end of the month then. Though I probably won't call for help. I'm that proud...and obviously stupid. Everything in my live seemed to strained now...and the thread is about to snap.

Maybe I'm really some whiny bitch...nothing went smoothly for me, so those people who read this entry and think that....should all go and fuck themselves. From my point of view my life is a mixture of breakdowns where people managed to tear that little castle in myself down around my ears.

In fact all that I want now to have around me is my family....my mother, my dad and my little brother....but that would be near impossible.
Oh and don't you ever ask me the question: "What's the meaning of live?" ...cause appearently I don't have any no more....

this is me signing out....

PS: that's no suicide note...I'm far to much of a coward to do something stupid like that....

...this is my last resort....

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 14:15:56 GMT

so...
I didn't post here for a very long time.

Seems like I waited for all that crap to mount till it was so much that I couldn't handle it myself.

Now it's official. I'm obviously not only to kind but also a fool, an idiot even. Why do I even try to help people when I get nothing but problems in return.

I did lend money to a few people ...and it seems that I'm not getting it back in the near future...that's about 250 $ (from 2 different people ..one about 180 and the other 44...) we're talking about here.
I tried to bash my skull in before, didn't work all that i got was a mild headache. I need that money back...

How do get money from an account that is blocked. 'cause that's the problem here...they blocked her bank account and she won't get any money out of it till her depts are paid.
I seriously consider to find a decent job...but that's going to be difficult here when you don't have either experience or a qualified degree.
...plus you don't earn much from being a comic-artist here in Germany.

GAH! I don't know what i should do...bashing my brains out seems like an option again, though that means I would get into hospital...and that 's something I don't want.

EDIT: She just said that she trys to manage to get it all till the middle of march...really hope it will work... was wrong about the amount..changed that...

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:42:34 GMT

seems like I made myself quite rare here in the last few weeks.
So folks...I'm still alive.
Just in the last I lacked the motivation to update this journal...don't know why.

I posted my fanfiction on FF.net

projectraven you should look here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4011607/1/Long_winter_nights

as for the name ...all you have to do is taking the space inbetween out ^^

c ya all folks

....being an idiot again. oO

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 09:41:44 GMT

Originally I wanted to post the new chapters of my fanfiction yesterday. However being the idiot that I am
I managed to look myself out of my flat....and everybody was gone away for christmas.

I thought I could post them today, however I don't have time for typing it all down. I have to0 get the train at 12: 34.

so...I say the next four chapters ( oO...) will be posted after christmas, because I won't be online over the holidays.
My parents have internet but they have a crappy ISDN- line and they pay for it...so I don't want to stress that out.

Merry Christmas to all !

c ya

rerun of my ff...^^

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:19:45 GMT

Hope nobody has forgotten about this ...
so here it is again...plus the new added chapter.

This is my first attempt at this so please bear with me....

The Mai Hime / Otome cast doesn't belong to me...unfortunately.

Author notes: This is supposed to be sidestory in a universe where monsters ( like dragons and stuff), vampires and weres still reside.

Rating might change...though it's not decided yet. Feel free to read at your own risk.

Also you point out mistakes and possible plotholes...I'll see what I can do..

PS: for Chapter 3 and 4 try to listen to this: http://youtube.com/watch?v=owAj5LiXG5w

Long winter nights

Chapter 1: The purple lady

by sarcasticdog

The wind chased the snow around the tiny house. Thick layers of the white substance were piling around the door and crows cawed in the distance.

The kids were restless. Their mother had rushed them in just minutes ago to prepare for bed, however nobody of them was tired. So, four little humans, clad in sleeping wear in various states, were gathered around a big fluffy chair in front of the fire place.

The old man in the chair raised an eyebrow at the display in front of him. His expression turned into a smile when one of them, the youngest of the bunch, raised her arms and latched onto him like a desperate monkey while pleading „Tell us a story, Gran...please.“

He grinned. The wrinkles in his face deepening as he was contemplaiting about an apropiate bedtime story. One of the older girls, raised her green eyes at him and demanded „ We want a story we didn't hear already, Gramps. So think a bit longer this time ...“ His grin broadened. Seemed like the little lass had caught him.

„Well Elena...“ he raised a white eyebrow at his green eyed granddaughter. „You have heard about the castle up on the hill, behind the village right? „ The little girl scowled. „ You already told us about the secret passage, Gramps.“ The old man laughed gently. „Then I have to tell a new one I guess....“ he trailed off.

He gathered them around them some more and began.

„ Listen carefully, because this story is as true as my hair is white....„

It promised to be cold day, although the sun was shining. Crows were flying over the fields in the distance. Winter was a long and partly hideous time in this northern parts of the newly founded kingdom of Fuuka. The counties in the north had managed to stay out of trouble of the aftermath of the assination of the king so this winter had been peaceful so far. Well as pieceful as a district basically swarming with beasts, which were roaming in the dark forests, could be.

The county of Kuruga, far back in the north, was famous for it's big forests. Though it seemed this winter this was an disadvantage which could cost the count dearly.

It had snowed quite delibartly over the last few days, the merchants had been reluctant to travel to the county already and right now, in the middle of the winter, they simply refused to bring the supplies the count did need so desperately.

The road was partly hidden under big swads of snow. Only a tiny footpath for the lumbermen was visible. The trees around the path were ladden with the white substance and seemed to threaten ot fall over should a crow try to sit on one of the branches.

It didn't quite concern the single woman who was wading through the snow right now. Her eyes, the color of dried blood, were set on the aproaching treeline on her way. Pale brown hair flowed in the wind, which had caught up. Her garb was strange and to the people in the village she had passed through, it did indicate that she was from a land even more north than they already were. A long, purple coat laid on her shoulders, the collar and the end of the sleeves were adorned with thick furs in the color of her hair. The coat was held together by a broad leather belt, the big buckle a shining gold with a complex knot-design on it. The whole get-up was completed by brown leather boots where the calve-part of the boot was covered up with bound fur, to keep the legs warm. It was quite a perlicular outfit for this part of the land.

Though the greatest eyecatcher on her was the halbherd she carried with her, for now using it as a walking stick. It was a mean looking thing, almost two heads longer than she was tall and she didn't quite look like she knew how to use it.

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It was getting dark by now and Michail stepped out of his little hut on a clearing in the forest. He hadn't seen anyone for days, due to the snow and was quite reluctant to go out into the cold and feed his animals, which were in small shed next to his house. With a sigh he snatched the feeding bucket from the wooden bench and walked outside.

Only to stop dead in his tracks. For, on the clearing in front of his hut stood a woman clad in a purple fur coat. First he thought she was some kind of snow-spirit out to get him ( he had heard quite some stories) and dropped the bucket in a mixture of fear and surprise.

The he spotted the weapon she carried with her and visibly relaxed. He never had heard stories about a snow-woman carrying weapons, so this had to be a human.

The loud bang of wood on wood was kinda loud in the snowy silence of the woods. The woman turned around and a aimed a gentle smile at him. As he stepped away from the porch, he was able to see her eyes. A strange red and brown mix and suddenly he wasn't so sure anymore about this woman being human.

„Forgive me, Sir...“ a gentle voice floated over snow. „I was traveling with a band of merchants for a few days, however it seems I lost them in a storm a few nights ago. Could you please tell me where the next town is ?“

He gaped at the strange aparation in fron of him for a few minutes, but when a snowflake landed on his nose in it's gentle fall he waved at her to come nearer.

„ It's late and snow is coming around. Seems like we're in for another load this time. I didn't get any company for ages...Would you like to share some stew with me? Then I can tell you where you have to go and how long it will take.“

A smile was his only answer and he'd never been so happy to finally break the spell of reticence he had put upon himself so long ago.

Chapter 2: Tea interlude

The windows from the little hut were glowing tonight, something that was so rare that the snowrabbits came to the door to see what prompted it.

Inside the stew was boiling in a pot upon the fireplace. Michail was busy searching the cabinets for any kind of beverage, but when the woman indicated that she would do with some simple tea he grabbed the tealeaves in the cupboard and began to prepare.

„Excuse me, but what does a lady in the woods at this time?“ he asked while pouring hot water into a monster of a teapot.

The woman had shed her purple furcoat, revailing something like a pale yellow tunika with rich embroiderment on the collar and the sleeves. She had choosen the place on the window and now was mustering him with her strange red eyes. She smiled.

Michail realised that he had been rude and began to introduce himself. „Where are my manners?

I'm Michail the charburner. I wasn't expecting someone to show up this winter...the merchants said that they're not putting a foot into the forest as long as the count doesn't do something about the beasts.“ At the last sentence a pale brown eyebrow had climbed up and a gentle laugh filled the cabin.

„ Ara, it didn't seem like you had a problem in these woods...“ she took one of the teacups on the table and took a little sip. „My name is Shizuru Viola and I was traveling with a group of those merchants just a few days ago. I lost them in a storm and have been wandering around since then.“

Michail gaped at her. She had said that she had been wandering around the forest for days? That was impossible. „ So you didn't encounter something strange....didn't get attacked?“ He couldn't believe this...he had seen her weapon, but what bandit and beast in there right minds wouldn't grasp such an oportunity.

Viola narrowed her eyes at him. „I didn't say that I wasn't attacked. Though if you are wondering about the beasts in this forest...“ she trailed of rumaging in the bag she had been carrying and which stood now on the side of the table.

A loud thud drew Michails attention away from the stew on the fireplace and he almost dropped his ladle on the ground.

On the table lay the black fur of a wolf. It was the work of skilled peltmonger, because the head with its golden eyes was staring right at him. Michail opened his mouth and closed it again, looking like a dying fish for several moments.

Viola seemed to be amused by his display of spechlessness and merrily sipped her tea.

„ You...you're a hunter?“ he got out after a few attempts at speech. The brown haired woman just nodded and poured herself some more tea.

„ Then the count did send for you...? „ he rasped, still quite dumbfounded. A delicate woman like her, she just stood as tall as his chest, being a hunter? His mind mused about this some more when Viola began to speak again. „ He didn't send for me. I'm...“ she paused for a moment „...let's say I'm hear on my own accord. I wanted to see if the legends about this place were true.“

The charburner stepped near the table. „ Which legends?“ he inquired. Viola aimed her even gaze at him and replied: „ The ones about a wolf pack so big that nobody can pass through this forest without their consent. Some also stated that the wolves were the true master of the woods and demanded tribute from the humans here....“

The burly man stepped towards the window, staring out into the snowy night. „ They're true you know....those legends. You haven't been bothered till now, but I'm sure as soon as you step out of this hut, they'll be upon you.“

He heard shuffeling and turned around. It seemed like his strange companion was gathering her things to leave the house in the next few minutes. „Wait...“ he stepped away from the window, the woman smiled at him which sent a shiver crawling over his skin.

„ Ara, if they're so eager to get to know me...then I guess I shouldn't let them wait.“

He knew it was fruitless to try to stop her, however he tried to give her a warning when she stepped out in the snow. He was interrupted in his attempts by the huntress, who bowed and thanked him for the tea. Before he could raise his voice to warn her, she was already at the middle of the clearing. He hadn't realized that she could move so fast.

He watched her disappear into the woods, the light of the lamp he had given her still visible for a minute before darkness seemed to swallow it.

„ Good luck...“ he whispered. „...and I pray that somebody will help you when you find them...“

Chapter 3: Hunting the hunter

Wandering around a big forest at night usually was dangerous. In the conterary it put Shizuru at ease. It was something about the quiet between the trees and the difficulty that you would encounter a human. The snow which was falling now only added to that. Shizuru missed her northern home. She hadn't been there for ages and the quiet woods of this county were reminding her of days long gone.

She was touched by the old mans warning, however this was proving to be futile. If she wanted to complete her goal she had to meet those wolves, but she would have to think about this later. Also she had seen the pawprints following her a few days before.

If the direction the man had given her were true, she would be sleeping in a comfy bed by midnight. The lamp was shining bright in the dim shadows of the post-sunset forest. Still it was possible to see without the light but only a few minutes more and she would have to rely on the artifical help.

The path wound up and down through the forest and by the time when the daylight had completly faded it lead into a thicket with pines and spruces. She sighed and gripped the halbherd tighter. The breaking of twigs was behind her. When she swiveled around fast, Halbherd poised to attack she heard a startled „BEOFF!! „ and only saw the white tail of the poor deer she had scared half to death.

For a few minutes she had to laugh. It was just so damn funny...she the great hunter who had killed a wolf singlehandly a few days ago, had been scared by a young deer. Though it was healthy to be afraid. Helped you to survive.

She took the pause for improvising a pair of snowshoes out of some branches and two rabbitskins. She had noticed that the snow was getting rather deep by now.

Shizuru had been walking for at least an hour. To her it seemed longer though. The snow was coming down in a steady flow now and within minutes her pale-brown locks had been soaked and been covered in white.

The swishing of paws on snow drew her attention. Seemed like the deduction of Michail had been true and the wolves had been following her since she left his house. She gripped her weapon harder and proceeded plowing through the snow. When she caught the gray-white flicker of fur in the corner of her eye she halted.

They were six or more. Beautiful specimen of their race, big and sturdy. One, maybe the leader, was bearing the scars of many battles proudly. They circled the huntress, weary of her long ranged weapon. Red eyes met yellow ones and the packleader swished his tail.

Only her senses, trained in the long years of practice and training with her family rescued her from a attack from behind. The wolf had jumped at her back, she had been fast in turning around and the animal practically folded itself around the shaft of her halherd. No sooner had she deflected this attack she felt teeth snapping near her arm. The leader had missed her arm by barely an inch.

Another attacked but Shizuru was faster and rammed him the lance part of the halbherd in the chest.

With a yowl the wolf went down. This only seemed to fuel the anger of his comrades and they doubled their efforts.

While she was trying to wrestle down one of them she had her attention away from those in her back. She realized her mistake to late when sharp teeth closed around her shoulder. She stiffled a scream. That was the signal for the other wolves and within seconds she was on the cold snowground and four wolves were trying to tear her apart by pulling at her arms and legs.

The fith was attacking her at the front, going right at her throat. Desperatly she tried to throw him off, he was far to heavy.

Suddenly the wolf let out a yowl and broke down where he was. A crossbowbolt protuded from his neck. She felt the other wolves cease their tug of war with her and then everything went dark for a minute.

Chapter 4: Master of the woods

As she came to her senses again she still was lying in the snow. Couldn't have been out that long...she thought and turned herself around to get up.

A pair of brown leather boots with a steelcap bolted on the front of them was right in front of her. She could also see the end of a long brown furcoat, probably bearskin and she heard the tingeling of metal. A weary sigh from above her and a hand was offered to her.

Slowly she pulled herself up and was enchanted by the sight in front of her. She hadn't anyone like this person before. It was a girl, a young woman, maybe a few years younger thatn herself. Hair the color of midnight blue was framing a pale face. The most remarkeable thing though were the eyes.

They were green, in such a brillant shade that Shizuru couldn't think of anything else then of some precious gems. A tiny ring of yellow was visible around the iris, however that made the emerald green even more pronounced. Such a color...like a green forest at dawn. Shizuru was astonished.

She was wearing a plate armour. It looked quite old and heavy, however she wore it like it wasn't weighing more than a ball-room dress. The bearskin was hold togetther at her shoulder with a brooch in the form of a curled up wolf. The tunic she was wearing together with it was black with a red edge and quite ripped at the edges.

The girl regarded her carefully. Those green eyes flickered over Shizuru, to the weapon lying in the snow and back to her. Suddenly the „knight“ turned around, throwing a questioning look over her shoulder prompting Shizuru to follow her.

The wolves, her attackers, were groveling a few feet away when the hunter picked up her weapon. Her saviour rolled her eyes at that and made shooing gestures at the animals, who promptly left the clearing, tails tucked between their legs.

The blue- haired girl was plowing a path in front of the Shizuru. The snow was almost knee-deep and Shizuru wished to be already at the destination after 5 minutes. Walking through and on snow this high was quite tiring.

They stopped at another clearing. The knight whistled and Shizurus eyebrows crawled up her forehead. For the thing which broke out from the pine brush, was the biggest wolf she ever had seen . His shoulder reached almost half a head higher than her shoulder and his paws were like frying pans. He was a pale grey with some dark spots around the muzzle and a dark, almost black, blue mane which bristled like that of a horse on his back. Intelligent eyes stared at Shizuru and the wolf flicked his black ears. The animal was carrying a sort of saddle on his back and a harness. The hunter could see a number of bags at the sides, a holster for the crossbow which her rescuer was carrying and something that looked like a bedroll.

When he got sight of his master, his tail began to wag violently and he growled softly. Happiness was evident in his yellow eyes. The female knight stepped closer, allowing herself to be puppy kissed for a few seconds and petted the wolf. She shot Shizuru a look, gesturing at the animals back with her head. A deep husky voice rang over the clearing when the girl spoke for the first time.

„ This is Duran. Get on!“

Shizuru stared at the beast, which in return regared her with interest. The wolf sure was powerful. The huntress could see the muscles in his side bunch up when he tried to turn his head around.

The knight, his master, had stepped around the animal and was readjusting a few more loosely tied bags now.

„We don't have much time...“ the deep voice of her rescuer trailed off and the knight was making a shooing motion towards Shizuru. A questioning look at the weapon she was carrying send her into a series of soft chuckles.

„Don't worry. You don't have to tie it up, I can carry it around while riding...it's just more difficult to hold on.“ A smile played at Shizurus lips when she took the huffing expression of the other girl in.

Ara, she certainly looks cute and dangerous like that...

The girl in the armor must have seen her smile, because she was sending an icy glare in the huntress direction. With a mighty leap, which was quite a feat for someone carrying so much steel, she landed in the saddle.

Duran was stretching himself in anticipation. A hand was held out in front of the brunette and within seconds she was seated behind the knight. She certainly has more strenght than she looks like... Shizuru hadn't got enough time to finish that thought when the female knight shouted „Hold on thight!!“ and off they were through the snow.

The brunette tried her best to hold on with her right hand curled around a steel covered midsection, while the other hand was busy holding her halbherd. The big wolf was falling in a slight trot now, something she found quite as more enjoyable as on horseback. The movements were fluid and didn't jolt the rider so much.

Of course, her enjoyment could also come from the beautiful girl in front of her. She decided to ponder later about her reactions and feelings. Shizuru always had loved a good riddle at home and the girl in front certainly was an enigma to her for now.

The blue haired girl turned her head around to look at the huntress, an unreadable expression on her face. When she made eyecontact with her charge her face suddenly split into a grin. Green eyes danced with unexpected mirth when she let the reigns loose.

Uh oh....was all that Shizuru could think when the wolf took that as a cue to go faster. Snow covered pines and firs where left behind in mere seconds. However Shizur felt save with her escort, who was now literally howling with glee. So it wasn't so surprising that, inspite of the wild ride, she somehow managed to fall asleep, her arm still curled tightly around the knights midsection.

...life sign ^^

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 21:08:30 GMT

so...

First of all thanks to everyone who commented in the last entry...I'm very grateful for your concern.

It wasn't as serious as I thought...but I still be careful in the next few weeks...aka lots of drinking ^^
On a different note: my neck decided to act up again and now is stiff again...can't turn my head proberly and it's givin me a slight headache.
Have an apointment with the doc next week...

I have the theory that I snapped a bit of muscle-tiissue there (not a whole muscle...) or cranked a nerve somewhere.

As far as it goes I'm well again ^^

Thank you all

PS: tgifa: You're right I have to inform myself about that. Thanks for the tipp ^^

...hope I'm not getting sick...

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 18:42:40 GMT

so...here I'am frightend...well not so much that I can't move or think...otherwise I wouldn't be writing this piece here.

I fear that I maybe getting seriously ill...or that I already am.
Could also be some irational fear of me...but I know the symptoms to an extent...and

No, I'm not a hypochonder!!

I had a really bad case of pain in the left kidney-area this morning...it's gone now but that jolted me a bit I guess.
Hell, I dtill don't know if I have a fever ...however light that may be.

I had a really bad pyelitis (kidney-fever it's called in Germany ) when I was seven and milder one when i was about 12 or 13. I won't bore you with the medical details...the fact is: The doctors told me back then that , if I would get it another time...they would have to remove one of my kidneys. They did want to remove it back then, but I refused...I was so scared.

And that's the reason I'm scared now...
1: I hate hospitals! (have hated them ever since that time.)
2. I can't afford to stay in hospital for weeks....
even if my insurance would cover half of it (which I'm sure they won't do, although I leave big loads of money with them I would have to pay for a few years...
3. I'm scared of the possible outcome. If I did catch it a third time ...let's not go there...I have a friend with almost the same problem, only worse and he likes to quote that he'll probably never reach 50 without the help of a dialysis ...

So I hope...I really hope that this is only some stupid irational fear and that I will be fine...

PS: No I didn't write that, just to get attention.

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:41:57 GMT

oooohhh HTMl-coding...watch me screw it up..>_

Dear Brother ...

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 18:40:06 GMT

...
I know that should have written that speech here yesterday, but I simply didn't have the energy to do so ...and I'm sure that you would understand.
We have now 2007 (and almost 2008)...it's been so long since you've gone away little brother of mine.
I thought about lighting a candle for you ...however I also thought that maybe that would but something here in my room on fire.
regarding tidyness I'm even worse than Mom and Dad combined.

I miss you. I think everyone who got the chance of knowing you misses you. Sometimes I catch myself crying at some careless comment...that doesn't happen very often but it stings all the same.
Just today, while walking home from school I realised that I've been all alone nearly half my life...and when I got someone who I could share my thoughts with ...I made a stupid decision and never really got the chance of talking to you...I'm sorry.
I was...no I'm your older sister you adored so much that you put a poster of me in your room....God, I wish I would have been that poster.

I really want to smack those people who thought that you were a "poor child" who didn't have any fun in his life...(like my Greataunt...) You and I had everything we could dream of. We had some parents who loved us (Mom loved me so much that she let myself decide if I wanted to go with her or not..giving your child ways to decide something important that's love) you and I had friends...some people say that I should or could have been jealous because you had the privilege of staying with Mum and and Dad....but I how could I hate you for that, little brother.? You made them happy ! You made them so much happy...something that I couldn't do ...

I could go about this endlessly, brother. I have so much to talk to you ...maybe someday we will see each other and than we can do all the talking and playing we want. Sometimes I try to imagin what would have been if you had been healthy. A lot would have been different I'm sure...I would have been different...

I miss you, I really miss you and wherever you are at the moment, I hope you have fun. I'll meet you some day ...I'm sure of it.
Could you save a place on the swings for me.

I see you later ...
Wherever you are
Your big sister.

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No this is not a suicide note!
It's a letter to my brother whop died yesterday seven years ago.
Be glad that you still have your family intact (for those who had deaths of close realtives occur ...my sympathies...) and give them a hug for me.

Sarcastic-Dog

..seems like the writing virus got me...

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:26:24 GMT

First of all I wanted to grace you with my newest page of the dojinshi i've been working on.
The first pic is just a reminder of the beginning..otherwise the text in the other pic seems a bit random. ^^
So enjoy ^^

Also here is chapter 2 and 3 of my little fanfiction I've been writing. Enjoy ^^

Chapter 2: Tea interlude

The windows from the little hut were glowing tonight, something that was so rare that the snowrabbits came to the door to see what prompted it.

„Excuse me, but what does a lady in the woods at this time?“ he asked while pouring hot water into a monster of a teapot.

Michail realised that he had been rude and began to introduce himself. „Where are my manners?

A loud thud drew Michails attention away from the stew on the fireplace and he almost dropped his ladle on the ground.

Viola seemed to be amused by his display of spechlessness and merrily sipped her tea.

„ You...you're a hunter?“ he got out after a few attempts at speech. The brown haired woman just nodded and poured herself some more tea.

„ Ara, if they're so eager to get to know me...then I guess I shouldn't let them wait.“

He watched her disappear into the woods, the light of the lamp he had given her still visible for a minute before darkness seemed to swallow it.

„ Good luck...“ he whispered. „...and I pray that somebody will help you when you find them...“

Chapter 3: Hunting the hunter

She took the pause for improvising a pair of snowshoes out of some branches and two rabbitskins. She had noticed that the snow was getting rather deep by now.

Another attacked but Shizuru was faster and rammed him the lance part of the halbherd in the chest.
With a yowl the wolf went down. This only seemed to fuel the anger of his comrades and they doubled their efforts.

The fith was attacking her at the front, going right at her throat. Desperatly she tried to throw him off, he was far to heavy.

again state any mistakes so that I can correct them. ^^

EDIT:

Seems like I got tagged by centauri2002. *grins*

Well let's begin:

1. FIRST NAME?
Mireille. (...and no I'm not french...)

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
My still living aunt. (My mother expected a boy...if so I would have been named Donald-Scott oO )

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
Don't exactly know...last weekend. (if crying while watching movies counts)

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Some days.

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCHMEAT
PASTA !

6. KIDS?
I don't got any...maybe would adopt some...but nope no kids from me (though there are ways *coughs* )

7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF?
Maybe....

8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?
Besides online...no

9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
*looks at her name* oÓ

10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Nope. Got them removed when I was 7.

11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
NEVER! I'm not afraid of heights, however I get sick when I get into a
swing boat. Also I don't like the sensation of falling.

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL?
Muesli with chocolate chips .

13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Yes otherwise they're history after three month.

14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Physical yes...I'm worried about the other part.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Orange yogurth...and some italian one I forgot the name of...

16. SHOE SIZE?
10 to 11 in UK, 13 in USA and 45 in Germany

17. RED OR PINK?
Red. (GEt away with your pink! )

18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
Personality: I'm to bold and to loud. (lot's of people complained about that.)
Physically: I still have to loose some weight...however if I can convert that into muscles...fine by me.
I'm not that entirely hung up on that.

19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
My little brother....though I never got to know him...

20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO READ THIS?
would I anwer this if I didn't want that ...oÓ

21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW?
Sweat pants in grey with a red stripe on the side...no shoes but black socks

22. WHAT DID YOU EAT LAST?
Slize of pizza a few hours ago

23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Gigi D'Agostino L'Amour toujour

24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?
Probably red or orange .

25. FAVOURITE SMELL?
The autumn...(the leaves on the ground)

26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Friend of mine.

27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO?
Physically: the eyes and the smile
Personality: I certain sense of goofinesspaired with a abilitly to hold serious conversions about the silliest things ^^

28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
Yep.

29. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Milk

30. FAVORITE SPORT?
Soccer (only if I play it...don't like to watch )

31. HAIR COLOR?
Dark brown. One point lighter than black .

32. EYE COLOR?
Brown, two points lighter than black .

33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No

34. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD?
Fish and anything asian.

35. SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING?
Happy ending

36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Watched whole : Brothers Grimm (rewatched actually XD )

37. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
T_shirt: blue
Sweat-shirt over it: brown

38.SUMMER OR WINTER?
Autumn or winter

39.HUGS OR KISSES?
Both

40.FAVOURITE DESSERT?
can't decide...basically everthing that's good

41.WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
... don't know

42.LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
See above.

43.WHAT ARE YOU READING?
Math...we're writing a test on thursday

44.WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
Don't have any..

45.WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?
Don't have a TV. The whole city is digital ...and those reviewers are just to expensive.

46.FAVOURITE SOUNDS?
thunder storms, rain on the window and falling snow (yes you can hear that...)

47.ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
actually both

48.THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME?
San Antonio TX

49.DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
Drawing...and I seem to be empahtic to a certain extent

50.WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
City Hospital Bad Kissingen 25th March 1984

New pics...

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 19:38:04 GMT

hey...had to delete this entry twice..>_<
Finally i've finished with the picture for Giving In (chapt. 2) it was a lot of work...Water is so damn ard to draw.
Also this is my first picture entirely done in PS...me has a Graphic-tablet now...*grins*

The second one is for ethnewinters ff. "Inter Nos. I like the story very much so the pic kinda explains itself...
So enjoy...

Damn LJ..had to put both pictures in the same cut...>_<.

PS: part 2 and maybe 3 from the stuff I'm writing will come soon ^^

uhm....>_

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 22:29:08 GMT

....this is embarrassing. I've never done this before ...and I always thought I would never start. However it seems like I started to write a fanfiction. oO...orz.
...
It's more like the back-background story to the dojinshi I'm doing right now...(the one with the statues...) but I thought I share this with you all.
I know, I'm not that good...and if you find everthing wrong please point it out to me, as English isn't my first language.
It's only the first chapter so far...I've already got more down....I wanted to hear your opinion to this at first.

Please keep the tomatos in the basket, will ya?

This is my first attempt at this so please bear with me....

The Mai Hime/Otome cast doesn't belong to me...unfortunately.

Chapter 1: The purple lady

by sarcasticdog

The wind chased the snow around the tiny house. Thick layers of the white substance were piling around the door and crows cawed in the distance.

He grinned. The wrinkles in his face deepening as he was contemplaining about an apropiate bedtime story. One of the older girls, raised her green eyes at him and demanded „ We want a story we didn't hear already, Gramps. So think a bit longer this time ...“ His grin broadened. Seems like the little lass had caught him.

He gathered them around them some more and began.

„ Listen carefully, because this story is as true as my hair is white....„

The county of Kuruga, far back in the north, was famous for it's big forests. Though it seemed this winter this was an disadvantage which could cost the count dearly.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The he spotted the weapon she carried with her and visibly relaxed. He never had heard stories about a snow-woman carrying weapons, so this had to be a human.

He gaped at the strange aparation in fron of him for a few minutes, but when a snowflake landed on his nose in it's gentle fall he waved at her to come nearer.

A smile was his only answer and he'd never been so happy to finally break the spell of reticence he had put upon himself so long ago.

Meme time

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 00:34:45 GMT

Seems like I got tagged ...

1. I'm left-handed
2. Drawing is some sort of therapy for me
3. I use about two sketch blocks in a month (hundred sheets)
4. I play pen and paper RPG and also do LARP
5. My shoe size is 10 to 13 (depends on from where teh shoe is...)
6. I like to read
7. I 'm a history nerd ( hence the comic ideas with historical background..)
8. I like summer rains and the fall ^^

Post these rules:

1. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Tags should write a journal/ blog of these facts.
3. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named.
4. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.

Tag who...almost everybody I could tag has been so already...so if you want then just take this ^^

New pic and stuff...

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 21:40:48 GMT

Been working for quite some time on this...and to think that's original fanart from me...
Yep...that whole setup down there is all my invention
Actually it's an illustration. Remember that Dojin-page I posted somewhere..with the statues?
Well those are the two... but as living persons...you could say it's background material for the Dojinshi.
The role of these two...well for that you have to ask and maybe I'll tell ya...XD

plus I have a few things to say....

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First of all...Most of you know (at least I hope you do...oO ) that I have an Deviantart-account.
But in the last time I seriously considered moving from there...I don't know...I know that I'm not as good as the big fishes there and that DA has a pretty high standard for to get into the Daily Deviation...but the people are so ungrateful and non-commenters.
Seriously when i post the pictures I want some critic...it doesn't help when you only write it looks good. (may be I'm a hypocrite regarding this but when I write it's good, it is usually good...) the people on DA are all about faving their pictures and not saying anything...also I thought about how much of a "old clique" the whole thing is...if you don' t know somebody from the old folks then you'll never get somewhere...
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and it's official...I hate mankind. Not all of them mind ya, there are exceptions to the rule...
I watched the Movie " King Kong" from P. Jackson ( yea, come on laugh at me...) and while reflecting about the movie i found out that society hasn't changed much since the 30's, At least not in the basic concepts. We still discriminate (other humans, animals etc. ) and nothing did put it better than this sentence from the movie...

He has the uncanny ability to destroy what he loves the most.

Straight and to the point...
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Still in need of a girlfirend....; _ ; but as far as it goes I'm content ...
went to the doc yesterday because of my neck...Had to get acupuncture...it was done really quick...but damn did it hurt...My arm feels kinda funny, especially when I lift it.
Consider a serious medical checkup (bloodwork, X.- rays etc.) because of my ( at least to me ...) low blood pressure ( also because my mother warned me that maybe I've got the same heart malfunction like my brother...only one hell of a lot lighter...hadn't any problems till now...)

So in short I'm in a dort of depressive mood...don't ask me why, I never can give a satisfying answer to that...^^
in the flat we have the usual problems ...backflood in the kitchens sink...should have been fixed yesterday, Roommates complaining again that nothing gets done...but stand beside and look on as the work gets more and more
all in all it was an almost normal week.

That's all folks.... ^^

Striped socks

on the psychological things....

New ideas

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I'm alive

I'm still alive...and got stuff with me *muhahahaha*

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Update ^^

updates and pictures ^^

update and new chapters ^^

hey...

on hiatus till internet works

...don't want any more!

...this is my last resort....

....being an idiot again. oO

rerun of my ff...^^

...life sign ^^

...hope I'm not getting sick...

Dear Brother ...

..seems like the writing virus got me...

New pics...

uhm....>_

Meme time

New pic and stuff...

I'm still alive...and got stuff with me muhahahaha