Bare minimum idea on Krath origin..

Arms spread wide, she could feel the wind burn past her face as she plummeted. She felt no fear, only freedom, of movement, of thought, of sound and moment. The sound that ripped past her lip burbled with joy, even as it echoed back a raven's caw. Adjusting at the last moment, she caught the current of a thermal, and was abruptly arcing up higher and higher, tucking her talons up under herself so that they barely brushed the tops of the ancient forest trees. She could live this way all day, any day, for the rest of her life. Merely enjoying the bounty of Elune's night sky, and thriving off the bosom of the earth itself.

Abruptly back-winging, she caught her claws on a thick outcropping of rock, a bare shelf  that peeked out of a heavy area of trees. Sweeping her wings back in a smooth motion, she seemed to ripple, wings moving, changing, until she was suddenly striking out on all fours, long tail and pointed ears marking her as distinctly feline in nature.

story time snippet

She felt like she was falling through night sky, stars streaking past in brilliant hot white. Why doesn't it burn? she wondered. The endless black didn't frighten her; it enervated her, filled her with a sense of anticipation. The realization came: she wasn't so much falling as she was flying, and her arms came out in response, catching the almost ephemeral rush that passed for wind in this place. Ahead was a brightness, infinitely bright white that seemed to burn into an electric blue near the center. She squinted at it, peering through her lashes as she hurtled through the darkness towards the center light. She flung her arms up, instinctively trying to protect her face as she collided with the light.

Panting from imagined exertion, she sat up, the cover of thin blanket tumbling from her front to her lap as she passed hands over her face. Oh, god, she still felt the burn, as if the flesh of her face and arms had been entirely peeled away. She shook as she ran fingertips along her skin, and, by the light of the failing campfire, tried to examine herself for visible evidence of burns. Slowly, her heartbeat ebbed as she calmed, and found no evidence of burn.

Was it just a dream? It seemed so real....

She flopped back down on her bedroll and then turned on to her side, putting her back towards the fire, and stared out at the edge of the lake they had camped near. The moonlight reflected back up from the mirrorlike surface, bright white and blue, and she shivered. It had to have been a dream.

Jasper, standing guard, looked away from her once she reentered sleep and shoved his hands deeper into his coat. A bad dream, he thought. But bad dreams could be much more, here. He would watch, and protect her. As he always had.

So what is it

It's either a will ya, or a wont ya
a do ya, or a don't ya.

It has to be all or nothing
It can't be just a 'somethin'

A symbol, a figurehead

You can't have it both ways

Make a decision.

Its kind of like a stream...

Conscious thought that drifts, drip dripping
wet like rain, yet solid, oh so solid like ice
and it slams into you, much like the fist of the bully from school
striking over and over, for no reason other than to dominate,
and yet it propels you forward, until you're soaring with thought,
and oh so eager to begin and express and realize
just what you've always wanted to realize
just what you've always desired to create, and believe
and destroy.

the very first...

so this is my very first post on this here blog. yee haw? Eww.

So basically I'm going to be using this, hopefully, as a source of release for my writing. This will take the form of poems, short stories, novellas, and one liners. Hopefully I will be able to keep up with using this :). Some snippets about real life might slip in, but I'm going to try my hardest to keep this site pure.