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Post by FJ on Sept 29, 2015 22:55:52 GMT -5
No idea how actively I'll keep up with this--I tend to get frustrated with my narrations and this leads me to rereading and editing until I don't agree with anything I have. I was prompted by a friend to write out the Delirious' story, and I can't lie--I love them enough to make an attempt. I still wish to be an author someday. Somewhere to pour my thoughts is always nice, and while I love Cyrus so much, I'm not ready to take his life on... just yet.
I will be removing all characters others have due to two reasons--copyright, and I also just cannot feel comfortable taking their essence and spinning it into how I see it. I refuse to pervert the creations of another so directly. I may use certain themes, but if I pass too close to a preexisting character I'll request permission to do that. It will be a little while before we reach that plateau as the first many chapters should be in order of events. Chapters may be short because they're not really chapters--more like stories, events in the life of.
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* 9/29/2015 - Thread started Stage 1
The waking dawn cast its transcendent light over the landscape, the warmth like the breath of life, sweet as the morning dew. It heralded the coming day much as it had since the dawn of the world, and for one youth, his first day. Nestled within the paws of a grey, spotted feline much like a cross between a black leopard and clouded leopard, a dark, atypical cub squeaked and wailed. His belly was a blood red, his skin around the neck and ankles outlined with silver veins. He would be strong, his mother knew--his cries were so fierce for a little one.
"Trinity?" A deep, warm voice called out as a face entered the earthen den, eyes that could be described as nothing less than pure molten glowing in the darkness. This was no doubt the cub's sire--they could have been twins, with this elder figure adorned with red-tipped plated horns and crimson, similar veins along his neck.
The mother looked at the cub and then towards the male, offering a tired smile. "He's healthy, and he looks so much like you, Razor." She chuckled, although it was breathy, the strain of labor catching up to her now. Her plume-like tail curled around her and the infant, a purr thrumming in her throat.
The molten eyes softened as he watched the two. A perfect image of natural beauty. Lips drew into a thin smile--troubled, deeply so. "Rest for now, love. I'll keep watch." His voice was so quiet, like a whisper.
"Lay with us. Don't worry so much." She may have sounded chastising, but it was soft at the edges, understanding. She knew the danger they were in now that their union had come to a fruition.
A hesitation overcame him, but with a small sigh and a bashful smile, he crawled in next to her, the little boy between the two of them. He appeared to be leopard in anatomy, same as her, but his colors were unnatural as were his ears--pointed, and sharp. His nose pressed to the new mother's, he whispered to her. "What shall we name him?"
"You choose this one." A sly smile came across her lips.
Of course he couldn't hide the surprise on his face. This one? She wanted to have more? She laughed and he chuckled, shaking his head. "I was thinking Noxol."
"Noxol Delirious. I like it." Cerulean eyes cast down toward the sleeping infant, but not without catching the look of pain on the father's face. "He is your blood, you know. I'm okay with him having your surname. When he's hold enough, he can choose for himself." The silence hung heavy, but the male nodded and rested his head upon her neck. He wanted this moment to last forever. This sensation of completion, even as the worries of the world they faced tugged at his soul...
He had never believed in a God before, but he did pray they would see this cub through.
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