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Nigellus and Sharon (Unfinished writing of 11-23-11)
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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.This tidbit is a part of Misfortune's origin story. I was feeling particularly ambitious when I wrote this out, on November 23rd of 2011.
This is meant to detail a rather silly moment between him and his demi-human slave, Sharon, who is a wolf (a larger kind of wolf species. She's larger than Ryan).
I don't exactly have the kind of inspiration I need to properly flesh out Misfortune's origin story just yet. I've had it in mind for a long time now, and I can see that the only way I could properly write it would be to not delve too 'authentically' into things that concern politics. Yes, Nigellus (Misfortune) was a noble. But in the cases of some things in my stories, I am in over my head. XD I love realism, but I would just have to settle with conveying his story with more of a focus on characterization and other themes that people can easily understand. I want it to be epic. It's just that I don't understand some things.
Enjoy. =)
Sharon: Every time I look at you, I can see tears welling up in your eyes. Why do you cry so much? Want me to make it all better?
[narration where Sharon licks at Nigellus' face, lapping his tears away]
Sharon: And now you're crying even more! Am I gonna have to do this all day?
Nigellus: STOP!
Sharon: ...Yes?
Nigellus: Can you just...
Sharon: Hmph, well I WAS.
Nigellus: Wh-...what?
Sharon: But I guess that makes you humans feel weird, huh?
Nigellus: I was not saying that~
Sharon: Really?
Nigellus: Wait!
Sharon: Well maybe you won't freak out if I just go a little slower then.
Nigellus: I SAID~
Sharon: Yeah yeah, I heard that already. Feel free to lick your OWN wounds then.
"Lick your own wounds." The odd thought that this savage had thought to utter such a phrase perplexed him. He did not hold in question the logic behing having heard her utter such words so much as the very reasoning with which she did it... - he could not think. Every successive fragment of consideration was soon replaced by simplistic facts, and so many that he soon felt he could not even speak. Such blatant advances in total disregard for his wishes. "I am the master!" he thought, "And you will bend to my aught!" Strangely enough though, there was nothing he could think to say to his "comforter" to make her realize that SHE was the one lacking in authority here...
Nigellus: Stop...
Sharon looked into his eyes once more, observant of the defiance they had then bore. She almost wanted to scold him...
Nigellus: Stop doing that!
This isn't the story's beginning, of course. I like creating moments in a story that might become memorable to a reader. Funnily enough, it's the simpler kinds of story stuffs that I have the most trouble bringing forward. XD
I still can't say that I'm very much 'in the writing groove' though. I've been absorbing much less in the way of pretty much everything lately - just browsing and beholding the works of others, and chatting with friends.
Worth noting
This nasty cold germ seems to be getting less prominent now. Yesterday was a mixed up day of cold chills and hot sweats. Today, not at all. Hopefully the medicine I've been taking will stave off this virus even more.
Small note: I feel like revisiting old memories, and playing roms (and authentic copies) of games from my younger days. This means Final Fantasy Tactics PS1 (my teen years), and hardcore faves like the NES version of Batman (my childhood).
This is meant to detail a rather silly moment between him and his demi-human slave, Sharon, who is a wolf (a larger kind of wolf species. She's larger than Ryan).
I don't exactly have the kind of inspiration I need to properly flesh out Misfortune's origin story just yet. I've had it in mind for a long time now, and I can see that the only way I could properly write it would be to not delve too 'authentically' into things that concern politics. Yes, Nigellus (Misfortune) was a noble. But in the cases of some things in my stories, I am in over my head. XD I love realism, but I would just have to settle with conveying his story with more of a focus on characterization and other themes that people can easily understand. I want it to be epic. It's just that I don't understand some things.
Enjoy. =)
Sharon: Every time I look at you, I can see tears welling up in your eyes. Why do you cry so much? Want me to make it all better?
[narration where Sharon licks at Nigellus' face, lapping his tears away]
Sharon: And now you're crying even more! Am I gonna have to do this all day?
Nigellus: STOP!
Sharon: ...Yes?
Nigellus: Can you just...
Sharon: Hmph, well I WAS.
Nigellus: Wh-...what?
Sharon: But I guess that makes you humans feel weird, huh?
Nigellus: I was not saying that~
Sharon: Really?
Nigellus: Wait!
Sharon: Well maybe you won't freak out if I just go a little slower then.
Nigellus: I SAID~
Sharon: Yeah yeah, I heard that already. Feel free to lick your OWN wounds then.
"Lick your own wounds." The odd thought that this savage had thought to utter such a phrase perplexed him. He did not hold in question the logic behing having heard her utter such words so much as the very reasoning with which she did it... - he could not think. Every successive fragment of consideration was soon replaced by simplistic facts, and so many that he soon felt he could not even speak. Such blatant advances in total disregard for his wishes. "I am the master!" he thought, "And you will bend to my aught!" Strangely enough though, there was nothing he could think to say to his "comforter" to make her realize that SHE was the one lacking in authority here...
Nigellus: Stop...
Sharon looked into his eyes once more, observant of the defiance they had then bore. She almost wanted to scold him...
Nigellus: Stop doing that!
This isn't the story's beginning, of course. I like creating moments in a story that might become memorable to a reader. Funnily enough, it's the simpler kinds of story stuffs that I have the most trouble bringing forward. XD
I still can't say that I'm very much 'in the writing groove' though. I've been absorbing much less in the way of pretty much everything lately - just browsing and beholding the works of others, and chatting with friends.
Worth noting
This nasty cold germ seems to be getting less prominent now. Yesterday was a mixed up day of cold chills and hot sweats. Today, not at all. Hopefully the medicine I've been taking will stave off this virus even more.
Small note: I feel like revisiting old memories, and playing roms (and authentic copies) of games from my younger days. This means Final Fantasy Tactics PS1 (my teen years), and hardcore faves like the NES version of Batman (my childhood).
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