I wanna hear what you guys think of this!





It's a story I'm currently writing about Nigel's life as a young nephil.

I just like sharing...

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If I Stare Too Long, I Might Worship Her...



   I don't like this season. The snow is nice, but it's not the same for me when we go hunting like it is when it's warmer. Something is just...different then - I can't exactly say just what. It just...feels better. I'd rather pull my bowstring under the shade of a tree than while trudging through a whole lot of snow. I know that this doesn't bother Chanda at all. She never talks about it. She just moves in the same ways that she always does: slow and powerful. Sluggish and quick. I don't think I can imagine what it takes to wield that blade she carries around. And it's scary just to think of it. Sometimes, it doesn't matter how big an angel is, or how dangerous it looks. I'll be moreso afraid of her! She takes it in one hand, slamming it down on the ground and swinging it with both hands. Is it really that heavy? It seems hard to use. But whenever she slams it down, I just stop everything I'm doing and watch from a safe distance. It's amazing how she uses it, like it's so heavy that it could almost THROW her off balance. I'm not sure if I'm much help to her when we go out. But it's like she doesn't even care. And besides that, it's really scary when she turns into that~



(I'm terrified, and I just want to go home)...



   It cold in here. But why doesn't she think it's cold? There's snow everywhere! All over the ground. All over the rooftops! All over~



(I think I just heard something...).



   Whenever the sun comes out, I never, ever see it. I barely even look at the sky for lifting my legs up so high just to take a single friggin' step. I almost just want to get out there and jump into it all. But everyone would still see me since my fur is black. But they couldn't see my hands, ha ha. No one would know that I was holding a snowball with their name on it! POW, straight in the face! Would it hurt for them to try and put up a DECENT snowball fight every now and then? None of those guys has anything on me. I'm the champ! But then Katherine's dad comes along and BEAMS me with a big-ass snowball! Why the heck does he always have to cut in? And why does Katherine start throwing snowballs WITH him?! If we're on the same team, we're supposed to hit the other kids!!! Damnit! I swear that as soon as her dad leaves home, I'm gonna run over there and give her a snowface that she'll never forget!



(This doesn't make any sense. Why is it getting WARMER in here?)



   Then again, it's kinda fun getting whooped by Nicholas every time I start winning. But dang, why does he have to throw it so HARD?! I almost thought I was dead that day. Everyone fusses because they can't tell when I've got a snowball in my hands or not, and then RIGHT when I start winning, he comes along and kicks my ass! He's too old to be throwing snowballs at little kids. I wish he would just butt out.



(It feels so nice inside. I wonder what Chanda is doing?)



   I need to tell mother that he keeps doing that to me. He ain't MY dad, so he's got no right to be hitting me with snowballs. It's humiliating. And I wish Katherine would stop egging him on! She runs her mouth, THEN he scoops up a HUGE ammount of snow. It scares the heck outta me every time. But his hands are so big that it's easy for him. He just stands there, letting it fall out of his hand, staring me down. I don't wanna snowfight with nephars. They'll kick my ass!



(Huh. She's not here? Where'd she go?)



   I still like 'em though. Sometimes, I just feel useless, like I can't do any better because of how I was born. I always see them, walking around like they own everything. I know that most of the heavy work gets done because of them, but I don't think it's fair that some places don't catter to us nephils because we're weaker. Why can't it just be that everyone can work okay? We can make weapons too. They're not any better than us; just stronger.