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jinyu
Age. 37
Gender. Female
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Location Denver, CO
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Sprocket's Training Milestones
Came home (Aug 2, 2014)
Asked to go outside (Aug 5, 2014)
Slept 4 hours straight (night) (Aug 5-6, 2014)
Crane Count
7/3/13 - 8
7/4/13 - 30
7/5/13 - 36
7/10/13 - 54
7/11/13 - 57
7/18/13 - 67
2/17/14 - 83
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Moon Mod!
CURRENT MOON
To Read:
- Carrie
- Dream of the Red Chamber
- Time to Kill
- Scent of the Missing
- Stiff
Nano mod!
A nighttime freewrite
Wednesday. 9.12.07 1:45 am
Right, so barring sleeping or doing something purposeful, I've decided that I haven't really done a freewrite in a while lately. The ping-pong song is clicking back and forth through my noggin... I will try and write something about Nick...


The chilly night air reached out its hand to ruffle his fur. He shook his head gently as it passed. His nose went to the ground, delicatly picking up the scents on the ground. A maze of foot-traffic entered his nose, filling it with all sorts of questions. Who was it who that dragged that wrapper on their foot? Why did that schnauzer want to head over there? What was that smell? He carelessly picked through the grass, trying to ignore his own mind, clearing it for his real purpose here: he was looking for ghosts.


His nails clicked against the pavement. It was almost midnight. The others would be here soon, but there was something different in the air. There had been something different for a while. He let out a thin sigh, snorting lightly through his long snout.


His hair bristled. There was something here. He felt a deep growl fill his chest, a machine for the menacing noise. Cool it, Nick he heard. The mental voice eased him. He turned around expecting to see his mentor standing over him, but he was shocked. His mentor was not there. Nick sniffed the air tenatively. He must be close, or else he couldn't have communicated like that.


Illiad? he ventured, using the mentors nickname. There was no response. The growl renewed in his belly as he started to turn. There was something wrong about this, he could feel it in his bones. Where was it. A causal hand seemed to stroke the ends of his tail hairs. He turned around to face it, hurling a sharp bark after it. There was nothing there. He tuned into his senses, trying to hail some sort of indication of what he was dealing with. There was nothing. Not in the way that brings ease. The sort of feeling you get when you flick on the lights and you realize that nothing's there. It was that keen terrifying nothing, the kind of nothing that you see when you turn on the lights and you know that whatever it is must be behind you.


Illiad!


Nick turned a full circle and began to run out, his feet tearing up the dirt as he went. He accelerated deeper and deeper into the trees until he had to stop and catch his breath.


Nick! the voice of his mentor echoed through his head again. Unlike before, Nick was not quieted. He bundled up his strength in his shoulders, slowly rising up from all fours into a half-change. His whole body grew, bulgding and blistering as he grew taller and more mostourous in the full moonlight. Finally, he reached his full height, an equal hybrid of man and beast. He could feel his fear ebb into action. Now, like this, he was finally best equipped. He lifted his hand to the sky and tried to gain some more insight. Nothing, just... lack. He twitched his ears to the bells in the distance. It was a chime for the hour. The light melody seemed so queer in the depth of the forest. His eyes quickly clicked over of the landscape. One bell. The forest began to darken. Two. The growl sputtered through his throat. Three. Pinpoints of green light pricked the oncoming darkness. Four rings. Nick pulled himself down onto his fours. Five. A tough bark shattered from his monstrous throat. Six. Thin animals, like starved cyotes slinked out of the black curtain. Seven strokes. Nick's bark began high pitched with fright. Eight strokes. The creatures chittered. Nine. More lights pricked the darkness. Ten. They were all around him. Eleven. All of them began to close in. Midnight...


Well, that's midnight for me. Turning into a pumpkin! Do you want to hear the end? Leave a comment and then tune in tommorow night to hear the exciting conclusion!

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