Wednesday, January 30, 2008

teaser trailer for the story!
not much happening. its snowing outside. alot. i put a new photo of myself up. as you can see i dyed my hair and ear-fur. i wonder what thats called...i'll have to ask someone who might know. since thats all thats going on...STORY TIME!

Dreaming Crimson



The sound of screams and the scent of blood penetrate the infant's senses, stirring him from his sleep. As he returns to consciousness, he becomes aware of the ragged panting as she runs through the cobbled streets. Once elegant and earthy, they are now blood-slick and reflect the yellow glow of the burning homes around them. A flaming beam collapses onto the pathway from a smoldering house. Without slowing her break-neck sprint, the woman nimbly dodged to the side, landing lightly so as not to disturb her child. .

The boy sleepily notices that the sweet scent of his mother's hair is now mingled with that of smoke. It's unfamiliar. Confused, he begins to cry. Without stopping, the woman tries to hush her baby. He doesn't bawl, but instead coos and whines nervously.

Finally she spots her destination. Huge, ornate stone doors loom closer. She increases her already inhuman pace. She reaches the doors and pushes them open with the kind of strength only a desperate mother can possess.

The room is cavernous, cool and torch-lit. Inside is a round stone table. She lays the boy gently down in an indentation at the center. Around it, extending to the edges is an intricate pattern of grooves, weaving in and out of each other like a loose tapestry. At once the child feels the stone pulsate like a heartbeat. He's quiet now. The mother lights seven candles around the circle and begins to chant. As she mutters in an unfamiliar language, a pounding comes at the stone doors. She registers its presence, but does not react. She draws a knife, forged of some strange metal, from her robe and waves it back and forth like a dancer. She chants louder now. The left door caves in and a swarm of men floods though the gap. The leader, his sword drawn and his green eyes reflecting the torch-light, bears down on the woman.

"Taste hellfire, demon!" he shouts triumphantly. She turns. The steel blade cleaves into her chest, cracking bone, severing arteries and puncturing her heart. She falls silently. The child bawls as her lifeblood washes over him. It fills the grooves in the table. The stone pulsates again, this time giving off a blue-green light. Only six candles remain lit. The man with a green eyes reaches for the boy, holding the woman's ceremonial blade. He leans on close, so the boy sees his face. A bolt of black lightning touches down.

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Imaku Kazemaru sat bolt upright in his make-shift bed. His hair was damp with sweat. His electric blue eyes pierced the darkness with an eerie luminescence as he peered around the room. He stood up. His wolf-like ears folded back against his raven's-beak black hair as he yawned.

"Ugh, not again," he grumbled. He grabbed his furry tail with one hand and brought it up around to his front. He played and pawed at it in a nervous habit. He walked into the kitchen to see if his roommate, Kaji, was still up.



see, are you glad you hung in there till the end?

now remember folks, that was just a teaser. i don't have enough to start posting it regularly yet.
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