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Posted 10 years agoRULES :
1. Pick one of your fursonas.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your fursona.
3. Tag at least four people to do this meme!
4. Tell people that they been tagged with a link from your journal
1.) What is your name?
Oz Sarzendeh
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
I named myself that. My reasons are not your business.
3.) I see... Single or taken?
*blushes* um... I... I have a... thing... he's my... he's my... thing... MY ENGLISH IS BAD SHUT UP NEXT QUESTION.
4.) Any abilities or powers?
OK FINE I LOVE HIM LEAVE ME ALONE!
Oh wait, we're on a new question... Um, I'm an excellent fighter!
I have also inherited my family's Azar, which gives us the ability to fight longer and harder.
I have yet to go through the training to control it.
*grumbles* honestly I don't think I need to. It's more powerful when untamed.
5.) Stop being a Mary Sue!
*tilts head* Who is Mary Sue? Is she a good fighter?
I bet I'm better. Let me meet her so we can fight!
6.) What's your eye colour?
Green. Like my mother's
I mention this and people ask me to read this book called Harry Potter.
7.) Hair colour?
Purple. Wouldn't it be fun to dye it blue though!
8.) Any family?
I... no. Next question.
9.) How about pets?
Kal! He's my best friend.
Met the little thing in a market
This crow was on sale at one of the shops near where I did my story-telling gig
Isn't it weird, he went quiet and listened?
Busted himself out of his own cage and followed me after that.
Been my best friend ever since.
10.) Now, tell me something you don't like.
Losing fights and...
ok this is embarrassing but...
lighting and thunder. I don't know why, it just freaks me out.
11.) Any hobbies or activities you enjoy?
Story telling!
And drinking!
And fighting!
And smoking hookah!
Akeru disapproves of 3/4, guess which ones.
12.) Have you ever hurt anyone in any way?
Yes. I'm a fighter. It happens.
Some had it coming, some not so much
13.) Ever killed anyone?
Yes, I've taken on mercenary missions before.
14.) What kind of animal are you?
A cat tiger I suppose?
My mother was a cat and my father was a tiger.
I mostly look like a tiger except I'm slender like my mom,
have a longer tail like my mom,
and my ears are a little sharper...
again, like my mom.
15.) Name your worst habits?
*Akeru bursts in*
SHE DRINKS
SHE GETS INTO PETTY FIGHTS
*starts hitting Oz over the head*
AND SHE WON'T. STOP. SMOKING. THAT. DAMN. HOSE. PIPE.
*tries to block Akeru*
Ack! Leave me alone you old geezer!
16.) Do you look up to anyone?
*checks to make sure he's gone*
Akeru I guess. He's done his best for me.
Taught me to fight and did what he could for me, even when I was a brat to him
But... don't tell him that. I'll never live it down.
17.) Gay, straight or bi?
demisexual, it's a form of asexuality.
Only physically attracted to someone I've formed a deep connection with.
18.) Do you go to school?
Not formally,
Mother tutored us when I was young.
Then the priests and priestesses gave me the education to get by
Akeru played a really big part in that.
19.) Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
There's so much I have to accomplish first. But... if he's ok with it... I'd like that kind of future with him...
20.) Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?
what... people with fans?
no... I fan myself thanks.
I'm not pampered!
21.) What are you most afraid of?
Losing the people I love.
Again.
22.) What do you usually wear?
Anything that's easy to move around in. And cute!
I wear baggy pants and a skirt that goes over it most of the time
And a shirt that shows my midriff because I have one hell of a midriff
You can imagine how Akeru reacted when I told him that's how I wanted to dress. Ugh.
23.) What's one food that tempts you?
There's these things... it's like a snack from my country that's called po-fak, but it's crunchier.
What's it called?
It has a cheetah on it and it's cheesy.
AH! Cheetos!
24.) Am I annoying you?
No, my friend. It's ok.
25.) Well, it's still not over!
... I might have been lying...
26.) What class are you?
awesome class!
I'm being silly, sorry.
I mostly fight with a spear, but I'm trained in sword fighting and archery as well.
27.) How many friends do you have?
Many! All over the place!
Only a few close friends though.
Be wary who you let into your heart
28.) What are your thoughts on pie?
*licks fingers of pie crumbs*
What pie?
29.) What's your favourite drink?
Tea. Different kinds of black tea.
I'm also always willing to try a new mead.
30.) What's your favourite place?
I've done a lot of traveling, it's hard to pick a place!
I mean, have you SEEN the world?
It's too big to pick a favorite place.
I haven't traveled NEARLY enough to pick a favorite!
31.) Are you interested in anyone?
Sh... shut up...
32.) Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
I actually love swimming anywhere! But I think I'd pick the ocean. It's so big and you're more likely to wrestle with sharks. That's always fun.
33.) What's your type?
Jordan is my type. Shut up.
34.) Camping or indoors?
Camping! My family were nomads, so it's what I'm more comfortable with.
35.) Well, that's all. Thanks for your time. Who would you like to see answer these questions?
Ah! I challenge
SmithyShark 
Defiance 
jphoenix98 and 
KaloWolf
1. Pick one of your fursonas.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your fursona.
3. Tag at least four people to do this meme!
4. Tell people that they been tagged with a link from your journal
1.) What is your name?
Oz Sarzendeh
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
I named myself that. My reasons are not your business.
3.) I see... Single or taken?
*blushes* um... I... I have a... thing... he's my... he's my... thing... MY ENGLISH IS BAD SHUT UP NEXT QUESTION.
4.) Any abilities or powers?
OK FINE I LOVE HIM LEAVE ME ALONE!
Oh wait, we're on a new question... Um, I'm an excellent fighter!
I have also inherited my family's Azar, which gives us the ability to fight longer and harder.
I have yet to go through the training to control it.
*grumbles* honestly I don't think I need to. It's more powerful when untamed.
5.) Stop being a Mary Sue!
*tilts head* Who is Mary Sue? Is she a good fighter?
I bet I'm better. Let me meet her so we can fight!
6.) What's your eye colour?
Green. Like my mother's
I mention this and people ask me to read this book called Harry Potter.
7.) Hair colour?
Purple. Wouldn't it be fun to dye it blue though!
8.) Any family?
I... no. Next question.
9.) How about pets?
Kal! He's my best friend.
Met the little thing in a market
This crow was on sale at one of the shops near where I did my story-telling gig
Isn't it weird, he went quiet and listened?
Busted himself out of his own cage and followed me after that.
Been my best friend ever since.
10.) Now, tell me something you don't like.
Losing fights and...
ok this is embarrassing but...
lighting and thunder. I don't know why, it just freaks me out.
11.) Any hobbies or activities you enjoy?
Story telling!
And drinking!
And fighting!
And smoking hookah!
Akeru disapproves of 3/4, guess which ones.
12.) Have you ever hurt anyone in any way?
Yes. I'm a fighter. It happens.
Some had it coming, some not so much
13.) Ever killed anyone?
Yes, I've taken on mercenary missions before.
14.) What kind of animal are you?
A cat tiger I suppose?
My mother was a cat and my father was a tiger.
I mostly look like a tiger except I'm slender like my mom,
have a longer tail like my mom,
and my ears are a little sharper...
again, like my mom.
15.) Name your worst habits?
*Akeru bursts in*
SHE DRINKS
SHE GETS INTO PETTY FIGHTS
*starts hitting Oz over the head*
AND SHE WON'T. STOP. SMOKING. THAT. DAMN. HOSE. PIPE.
*tries to block Akeru*
Ack! Leave me alone you old geezer!
16.) Do you look up to anyone?
*checks to make sure he's gone*
Akeru I guess. He's done his best for me.
Taught me to fight and did what he could for me, even when I was a brat to him
But... don't tell him that. I'll never live it down.
17.) Gay, straight or bi?
demisexual, it's a form of asexuality.
Only physically attracted to someone I've formed a deep connection with.
18.) Do you go to school?
Not formally,
Mother tutored us when I was young.
Then the priests and priestesses gave me the education to get by
Akeru played a really big part in that.
19.) Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
There's so much I have to accomplish first. But... if he's ok with it... I'd like that kind of future with him...
20.) Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?
what... people with fans?
no... I fan myself thanks.
I'm not pampered!
21.) What are you most afraid of?
Losing the people I love.
Again.
22.) What do you usually wear?
Anything that's easy to move around in. And cute!
I wear baggy pants and a skirt that goes over it most of the time
And a shirt that shows my midriff because I have one hell of a midriff
You can imagine how Akeru reacted when I told him that's how I wanted to dress. Ugh.
23.) What's one food that tempts you?
There's these things... it's like a snack from my country that's called po-fak, but it's crunchier.
What's it called?
It has a cheetah on it and it's cheesy.
AH! Cheetos!
24.) Am I annoying you?
No, my friend. It's ok.
25.) Well, it's still not over!
... I might have been lying...
26.) What class are you?
awesome class!
I'm being silly, sorry.
I mostly fight with a spear, but I'm trained in sword fighting and archery as well.
27.) How many friends do you have?
Many! All over the place!
Only a few close friends though.
Be wary who you let into your heart
28.) What are your thoughts on pie?
*licks fingers of pie crumbs*
What pie?
29.) What's your favourite drink?
Tea. Different kinds of black tea.
I'm also always willing to try a new mead.
30.) What's your favourite place?
I've done a lot of traveling, it's hard to pick a place!
I mean, have you SEEN the world?
It's too big to pick a favorite place.
I haven't traveled NEARLY enough to pick a favorite!
31.) Are you interested in anyone?
Sh... shut up...
32.) Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
I actually love swimming anywhere! But I think I'd pick the ocean. It's so big and you're more likely to wrestle with sharks. That's always fun.
33.) What's your type?
Jordan is my type. Shut up.
34.) Camping or indoors?
Camping! My family were nomads, so it's what I'm more comfortable with.
35.) Well, that's all. Thanks for your time. Who would you like to see answer these questions?
Ah! I challenge
SmithyShark 
Defiance 
jphoenix98 and 
KaloWolfFuture commission ideas
Posted 10 years agoJust some ideas of commissions I might request in the future. Gotta organize them, so I might as well do it here! They aren't listed in any particular order either. I'll likely come back and alter this list whether it's because I want to request one or tried it myself.
1. Akeru and Oz- Oz as a kid trying to attack Akeru and Akeru with his usual grumpy look casually holding her back, almost bored.
2. Banu and Giv: romantic- I'd like a cute scene of the characters from one of Oz's favorite stories. Banu was so powerful that she defeated every suitor who approached her. Giv had fallen in love with her when he saw her as kids, and later faced the challenge and won through sheer wit. Banu was resentful, but eventually saw the sincerity of his affections and they were disgustingly in love afterwards.
3. Banu and Giv: tragedy- this commission will be a bloody one. I want one of the death scene for Banu and Giv. Banu goes mad and feral at the death of her children and goes on a murder spree. Giv tries to stop her and in the end they kill each other. Banu bites out his throat as Giv plunges a dagger into her back. They die in each other's arms.
4. Azadeh as a boy- A commission of my girl if she had been born a boy. I imagine the still slender form, but a bit taller, ears less pointy, muscles a bit more prominent. The name would change to Azad.
5. Oz and siblings- a fun picture of Oz and her brothers before the tragedy. Omid is the older brother with blue fur and darker blue stripes and hair. Behrouz is the toddler with white fur like his mom, and purple and blue stripes and blue hair. Each child got progressively wilder with Omid being the calm collected one and Behrouz practically bouncing off the walls.
6. The sun siblings- My name for Oz's father and his siblings. Oz's dad is Peyman and he's the youngest of three children. The oldest was a girl, Fereshteh, and the middle sibling was a boy, Farhad. Their fur colors are all different shades of yellow and are supposed to represent the different times of the day. Fereshteh is the "dawn": a soft, light yellow with pink stripes and hair. Farhad is the "dusk" with an almost orange yellow blood orange stripes and hair. Peyman is the "midday" and has bright yellow fur and goldish brown stripes and hair. Fun note: because of his bright color fur, Peyman got picked on by his siblings. They called him Jujeh, which is the words for a chick.
7. Neda: the simorgh- At some point in her journey, Oz seeks the wisdom of an ancient bird of lore called a simorgh. I would really like a picture of what she would look like, mostly because it's hard for me to picture. I know she will wear robes and her tail is long, full and furling, but that's all I got.
8. Akeru and Fereshteh- In their teenage years, Akeru and Fereshteh (Oz's aunt) met and fell in love. I imagine the usually loud and confident Akeru stumbling and mumbling around Fereshteh who just thinks he's adorable.
9. Oz and her crow- On her journeys, Oz gets a pet that helps her out and follows her around. His name is Kal, short for kallog the persian word for crow.
10. Oz's Azar- a picture of Oz in her Azar, basically her rage mode. Red eyes, fangs showing, muscles bulging, fur standing up. Basically the most terrifying form she will ever take.
11. End of the medallion: A picture of Oz in the moment she lifts her weapon to break the medallion she spent years searching to find. She sealed her enemy inside of it and now must destroy the medallion to keep him from escaping. It's a very difficult choice since her family protected and died for this medallion for thousands of years, following the instructions of the first king of Persia. The medallion has become the symbol of Persia's soul. It is also all she has left of her family. As she's trying to steel herself to end it, the enemy trapped inside is trying to persuade her to stop, showing her images of her ancestors' sacrifices and making her think they will all hate and curse her. To destroy this medallion is kill her family all over again, as well as kill the soul of her country.
12. Oz and Jordan: the first meeting- The first time Oz meets Jordan is when she is pulling up her fishing nets and finds him tangled up inside. Naked. She panics and knocks him out with a fast punch, but later he wakes up and humor ensues. Not the best of first encounters, but definitely something they look back on and laugh.
1. Akeru and Oz- Oz as a kid trying to attack Akeru and Akeru with his usual grumpy look casually holding her back, almost bored.
2. Banu and Giv: romantic- I'd like a cute scene of the characters from one of Oz's favorite stories. Banu was so powerful that she defeated every suitor who approached her. Giv had fallen in love with her when he saw her as kids, and later faced the challenge and won through sheer wit. Banu was resentful, but eventually saw the sincerity of his affections and they were disgustingly in love afterwards.
3. Banu and Giv: tragedy- this commission will be a bloody one. I want one of the death scene for Banu and Giv. Banu goes mad and feral at the death of her children and goes on a murder spree. Giv tries to stop her and in the end they kill each other. Banu bites out his throat as Giv plunges a dagger into her back. They die in each other's arms.
4. Azadeh as a boy- A commission of my girl if she had been born a boy. I imagine the still slender form, but a bit taller, ears less pointy, muscles a bit more prominent. The name would change to Azad.
5. Oz and siblings- a fun picture of Oz and her brothers before the tragedy. Omid is the older brother with blue fur and darker blue stripes and hair. Behrouz is the toddler with white fur like his mom, and purple and blue stripes and blue hair. Each child got progressively wilder with Omid being the calm collected one and Behrouz practically bouncing off the walls.
6. The sun siblings- My name for Oz's father and his siblings. Oz's dad is Peyman and he's the youngest of three children. The oldest was a girl, Fereshteh, and the middle sibling was a boy, Farhad. Their fur colors are all different shades of yellow and are supposed to represent the different times of the day. Fereshteh is the "dawn": a soft, light yellow with pink stripes and hair. Farhad is the "dusk" with an almost orange yellow blood orange stripes and hair. Peyman is the "midday" and has bright yellow fur and goldish brown stripes and hair. Fun note: because of his bright color fur, Peyman got picked on by his siblings. They called him Jujeh, which is the words for a chick.
7. Neda: the simorgh- At some point in her journey, Oz seeks the wisdom of an ancient bird of lore called a simorgh. I would really like a picture of what she would look like, mostly because it's hard for me to picture. I know she will wear robes and her tail is long, full and furling, but that's all I got.
8. Akeru and Fereshteh- In their teenage years, Akeru and Fereshteh (Oz's aunt) met and fell in love. I imagine the usually loud and confident Akeru stumbling and mumbling around Fereshteh who just thinks he's adorable.
9. Oz and her crow- On her journeys, Oz gets a pet that helps her out and follows her around. His name is Kal, short for kallog the persian word for crow.
10. Oz's Azar- a picture of Oz in her Azar, basically her rage mode. Red eyes, fangs showing, muscles bulging, fur standing up. Basically the most terrifying form she will ever take.
11. End of the medallion: A picture of Oz in the moment she lifts her weapon to break the medallion she spent years searching to find. She sealed her enemy inside of it and now must destroy the medallion to keep him from escaping. It's a very difficult choice since her family protected and died for this medallion for thousands of years, following the instructions of the first king of Persia. The medallion has become the symbol of Persia's soul. It is also all she has left of her family. As she's trying to steel herself to end it, the enemy trapped inside is trying to persuade her to stop, showing her images of her ancestors' sacrifices and making her think they will all hate and curse her. To destroy this medallion is kill her family all over again, as well as kill the soul of her country.
12. Oz and Jordan: the first meeting- The first time Oz meets Jordan is when she is pulling up her fishing nets and finds him tangled up inside. Naked. She panics and knocks him out with a fast punch, but later he wakes up and humor ensues. Not the best of first encounters, but definitely something they look back on and laugh.
300 reasons why I'm your enemy
Posted 11 years ago“This is Sparta.”
It got yelled at me more than I care to recount. Elbow nudges, winks. All jokes. It’s funny after all. Here’s an over the top movie depicting the Spartans defeating the evil Persians. They’re sure the Persian friend thinks it’s funny, especially if they constantly bring it up. And if I get upset, I need to lighten up. It’s not real, everyone knows that. By the way, watch out you don’t fall into a pit.
It wasn’t enough that I am everyone’s enemy just because I’m from the middle east. Now I have to be a cartoonish bad guy too. So when someone tries to justify why they like it, I’m reminded of how it just tells me more and more that my culture, my heritage, is something to be made fun of, misunderstood, and demonized.
I never thought being Iranian was shameful. It wasn’t until 9/11 happened that I was first taught that I was evil. I was one of the many 8th graders who stared in shock as they showed the clips of the airplanes crashing into the buildings. By lunch time we knew they were from the middle east. By dismissal I had been asked and demanded several times to explain why my country did this. My country. It didn’t matter that I was born in America, with a father from Iowa. I look like my mom. I look foreign. I was no longer allowed to be American after that day.
For any other reason, it would have been fine. I would have loved to be mistaken for Iranian. It would have been a sense of pride. But instead, I’m known as the terrorist. I’m not Muslim, I’m not Arab, but I look like them. In the school full of white kids, my brother and I became targets of their “justice” for America. Threats in my locker, being called terrorist to my face, milk dumped on me at lunch, being told my Muslim family members were evil and would go to hell. My little brother got rocks thrown at him on the playground. They told us that to solve the whole problem, they should just bomb the whole middle east. My cousins. My grandmother. My grandfather. Our village. My childhood. We should just bomb it.
Thank god for the juniors who saw it was all messed up and let me sit with them. It stemmed the bullying from within the school. But I couldn’t expect them to walk with my family in the store on 9/11 anniversaries to keep away the cold, accusing stares and snide remarks. They couldn’t tell the lady to fuck off when she asked to check our receipt for the things we had bought, but no one else’s. They couldn’t walk with me to the airport and call out the bullshit of random selection that happened every god damn time. I had to find a new way to battle this. Maybe if I just started informing these ignorants more about my culture, they’d let up and know that actually we were a pretty cool group of people with lots of amazing stories and history. Heck, most people I talked to couldn’t even find Iran on a map. I learned quickly enough that no one cared to learn.
The movie 300 came out when I was in college. Oh, how my friends howled with glee and thought it was hilarious. My people put on the ugliest of displays. The immortals turned into devils. What little is taught of the Achaemenid empire turned into savagery. It’s not enough to tell me that my identity with a culture thousands of years old is to be ignored and untaught, but that all you should know about Persians is that they’re evil. Both in the modern day as well as the past. When I tried to explain that it was upsetting and why, they shrugged it off, assured me they didn’t actually think that, and that I was taking it too personally. They didn’t care about the times I tried to talk about my mother’s country. But they were willing to watch a movie about evil Persians.
Do not read our poetry. Do not admire our art. Do not delve into our scientific and mathematical advances. Do not listen to our music. Do not learn about how we were the first to make religious tolerance a law. Do not ever glorify our history.
Just listen to what the movies and the government tell you. I’m just a bad guy. Out of all the racism in this world, everyone can agree that I’m the evil terrorist that society as a whole can collectively hate. I am to be despised and ridiculed.
Yell in my face that this is Sparta. It’s just a joke.
It got yelled at me more than I care to recount. Elbow nudges, winks. All jokes. It’s funny after all. Here’s an over the top movie depicting the Spartans defeating the evil Persians. They’re sure the Persian friend thinks it’s funny, especially if they constantly bring it up. And if I get upset, I need to lighten up. It’s not real, everyone knows that. By the way, watch out you don’t fall into a pit.
It wasn’t enough that I am everyone’s enemy just because I’m from the middle east. Now I have to be a cartoonish bad guy too. So when someone tries to justify why they like it, I’m reminded of how it just tells me more and more that my culture, my heritage, is something to be made fun of, misunderstood, and demonized.
I never thought being Iranian was shameful. It wasn’t until 9/11 happened that I was first taught that I was evil. I was one of the many 8th graders who stared in shock as they showed the clips of the airplanes crashing into the buildings. By lunch time we knew they were from the middle east. By dismissal I had been asked and demanded several times to explain why my country did this. My country. It didn’t matter that I was born in America, with a father from Iowa. I look like my mom. I look foreign. I was no longer allowed to be American after that day.
For any other reason, it would have been fine. I would have loved to be mistaken for Iranian. It would have been a sense of pride. But instead, I’m known as the terrorist. I’m not Muslim, I’m not Arab, but I look like them. In the school full of white kids, my brother and I became targets of their “justice” for America. Threats in my locker, being called terrorist to my face, milk dumped on me at lunch, being told my Muslim family members were evil and would go to hell. My little brother got rocks thrown at him on the playground. They told us that to solve the whole problem, they should just bomb the whole middle east. My cousins. My grandmother. My grandfather. Our village. My childhood. We should just bomb it.
Thank god for the juniors who saw it was all messed up and let me sit with them. It stemmed the bullying from within the school. But I couldn’t expect them to walk with my family in the store on 9/11 anniversaries to keep away the cold, accusing stares and snide remarks. They couldn’t tell the lady to fuck off when she asked to check our receipt for the things we had bought, but no one else’s. They couldn’t walk with me to the airport and call out the bullshit of random selection that happened every god damn time. I had to find a new way to battle this. Maybe if I just started informing these ignorants more about my culture, they’d let up and know that actually we were a pretty cool group of people with lots of amazing stories and history. Heck, most people I talked to couldn’t even find Iran on a map. I learned quickly enough that no one cared to learn.
The movie 300 came out when I was in college. Oh, how my friends howled with glee and thought it was hilarious. My people put on the ugliest of displays. The immortals turned into devils. What little is taught of the Achaemenid empire turned into savagery. It’s not enough to tell me that my identity with a culture thousands of years old is to be ignored and untaught, but that all you should know about Persians is that they’re evil. Both in the modern day as well as the past. When I tried to explain that it was upsetting and why, they shrugged it off, assured me they didn’t actually think that, and that I was taking it too personally. They didn’t care about the times I tried to talk about my mother’s country. But they were willing to watch a movie about evil Persians.
Do not read our poetry. Do not admire our art. Do not delve into our scientific and mathematical advances. Do not listen to our music. Do not learn about how we were the first to make religious tolerance a law. Do not ever glorify our history.
Just listen to what the movies and the government tell you. I’m just a bad guy. Out of all the racism in this world, everyone can agree that I’m the evil terrorist that society as a whole can collectively hate. I am to be despised and ridiculed.
Yell in my face that this is Sparta. It’s just a joke.
Left Handed Magic
Posted 11 years agoA lot of times in my discussions about Oz, I realize some of my choices in her story stem from a deeper connection to myself. Somber stories aside, I made Azadeh be born with no magical abilities in a family where magic was extremely common. I didn't think much of it at first, but when I was asked why, the answer came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying.
"She was born in a family with no magic, and I was born left handed while everyone else in my family was right handed."
And holy crap, it all made sense. Everything fell into place.
Azadeh's mother would heap protection enchantments on her until her father coaxed her to let the child be. My mother was unsure about not training me to be right handed, my dad said it was fine.
There were times when we were little that we felt self conscious about that one difference between us and our realtives, to the point we had to be gently reminded that we were definitely still normal, related, loved, and part of the family.
People see that I'm left handed and are astonished. People realize Azadeh is a Rostami born without magic and act like they've found a rare specimen. Our reactions are the same. "Yeah, it's not a big deal."
Our worlds are built for people with different abilities, but we've learned to cope and adjust to the point that it's quite natural to be the way we are. There's no hindrance in our tasks. We can't imagine being different and we like ourselves for our differences.
We've got our own brand of magic. :)
*fist bumps with Oz*
"She was born in a family with no magic, and I was born left handed while everyone else in my family was right handed."
And holy crap, it all made sense. Everything fell into place.
Azadeh's mother would heap protection enchantments on her until her father coaxed her to let the child be. My mother was unsure about not training me to be right handed, my dad said it was fine.
There were times when we were little that we felt self conscious about that one difference between us and our realtives, to the point we had to be gently reminded that we were definitely still normal, related, loved, and part of the family.
People see that I'm left handed and are astonished. People realize Azadeh is a Rostami born without magic and act like they've found a rare specimen. Our reactions are the same. "Yeah, it's not a big deal."
Our worlds are built for people with different abilities, but we've learned to cope and adjust to the point that it's quite natural to be the way we are. There's no hindrance in our tasks. We can't imagine being different and we like ourselves for our differences.
We've got our own brand of magic. :)
*fist bumps with Oz*
I'm afarid of 14/72 fears
Posted 11 years agoSaw my shark do this fear thingy, thought I'd do it too. I picked out all the things that scare me off of the list. Still pretty sure I'm a paranoid person, but whatevs. :)
[x] the dark (my mind starts to see things that aren’t really there. By that point logic has clocked out)
[] staying single forever
[] being a parent
[x] giving birth (guys. I’ve seen the images. I’ve heard the screams. I want kids one day, but I’m sacred as hell for the pain of it and the possible death)
[] being myself in front of others
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[] heights
[] dogs
[] birds
[] fish
[x] spiders (all should die. Don’t tell me about 8 legged fanged thingies being cute)
[] flowers or other plants
Total so far: 3
[] being touched
[] fire
[] deep water
[] snakes
[] silk
[] failure
[] success
[] thunder/lightning
[] frogs/toads
[] girlfriends/boyfriend's dad
[] girlfriends/boyfriend's mom
[] rats
[x] jumping from high places (yes, let’s plummet to the earth at death daring speeds and call it “fun”)
[] snow
Total so far: 4
[] rain
[] wind
[] crossing hanging bridges
[x] death (the unknown of it sends me into panic attacks)
[x] heaven (both death and heaven are really touchy subjects and if I think too much about it I’ll set off another panic attack so I’m going to stop now.)
[] being robbed
[x] falling (didn’t we have this questions earlier? Any falling is a no!)
[] clowns
[] dolls
[] large crowds of people
[] men
[] women
[] having great responsibilities
[] doctors, including dentists
[] tornadoes
Total so far: 7
[] hurricanes
[x] incurable diseases (seen too many loved ones suffer and die from cancer. I don’t know what I would do if it happened to me too)
[] sharks
[] friday the 13th
[] ghosts
[x] poverty (not being able to provide for myself or my loved ones, not having a stable life)
[] halloween
[] school
[] trains
[] odd numbers
[] even numbers
[x] becoming blind (losing any of my senses would be like dying to me)
[x] becoming deaf (same as above)
[x] growing up (more losing what it means to be a child, forgetting the beliefs that kept me young)
Total so far: 12
[x] creepy noises in the night (activates the super crazy imagination saying “THAT’S TOTALLY SLENDERMAN GIRL YOU SO DEAD”)
[] bee stings
[] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[] blood
[] dinosaurs
[] the welcome mat
[] high speed
[x] throwing up (the unpleasantness and the sting of the acid freaks me out. And the smell of it just makes the feeling worse)
[] falling in love
[] super secrets
Total: 14
If you wish to post this journal, it's been requested that you title it, "I'm afraid of __ out of 72 fears"
if you get more than 30, I highly suggest counseling
if you get more than 20, you're paranoid
if you get 10-20, you're normal.
if you get under 10, you're fearless
[x] the dark (my mind starts to see things that aren’t really there. By that point logic has clocked out)
[] staying single forever
[] being a parent
[x] giving birth (guys. I’ve seen the images. I’ve heard the screams. I want kids one day, but I’m sacred as hell for the pain of it and the possible death)
[] being myself in front of others
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[] heights
[] dogs
[] birds
[] fish
[x] spiders (all should die. Don’t tell me about 8 legged fanged thingies being cute)
[] flowers or other plants
Total so far: 3
[] being touched
[] fire
[] deep water
[] snakes
[] silk
[] failure
[] success
[] thunder/lightning
[] frogs/toads
[] girlfriends/boyfriend's dad
[] girlfriends/boyfriend's mom
[] rats
[x] jumping from high places (yes, let’s plummet to the earth at death daring speeds and call it “fun”)
[] snow
Total so far: 4
[] rain
[] wind
[] crossing hanging bridges
[x] death (the unknown of it sends me into panic attacks)
[x] heaven (both death and heaven are really touchy subjects and if I think too much about it I’ll set off another panic attack so I’m going to stop now.)
[] being robbed
[x] falling (didn’t we have this questions earlier? Any falling is a no!)
[] clowns
[] dolls
[] large crowds of people
[] men
[] women
[] having great responsibilities
[] doctors, including dentists
[] tornadoes
Total so far: 7
[] hurricanes
[x] incurable diseases (seen too many loved ones suffer and die from cancer. I don’t know what I would do if it happened to me too)
[] sharks
[] friday the 13th
[] ghosts
[x] poverty (not being able to provide for myself or my loved ones, not having a stable life)
[] halloween
[] school
[] trains
[] odd numbers
[] even numbers
[x] becoming blind (losing any of my senses would be like dying to me)
[x] becoming deaf (same as above)
[x] growing up (more losing what it means to be a child, forgetting the beliefs that kept me young)
Total so far: 12
[x] creepy noises in the night (activates the super crazy imagination saying “THAT’S TOTALLY SLENDERMAN GIRL YOU SO DEAD”)
[] bee stings
[] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[] blood
[] dinosaurs
[] the welcome mat
[] high speed
[x] throwing up (the unpleasantness and the sting of the acid freaks me out. And the smell of it just makes the feeling worse)
[] falling in love
[] super secrets
Total: 14
If you wish to post this journal, it's been requested that you title it, "I'm afraid of __ out of 72 fears"
if you get more than 30, I highly suggest counseling
if you get more than 20, you're paranoid
if you get 10-20, you're normal.
if you get under 10, you're fearless
Everyone left meeeeeee
Posted 11 years agoAll my friends went to MFM this weekend, so I've been left all by my lonesome. Gotta make sure I have enough money to go next year! But damn, now is when I realize how lonely i am without them all.
I'm the oldest in the group. I was in college before the rest of them and had a close knit group of friends that I always hung out with. Then as the years went by we all started moving to different places, jobs making us leave the college town (except it's my hometown and I ended p getting a job here lol). We will always be friends and we still find times in the year where we can get together. But I got super lonely when my old group went their separate ways.
Then I met my shark, and through him I met many new friends. I became part of a new group. They even brought me into the world of furries (the seed was already planted by Nyx, and thank god she was part of this new group too!). I love them all so much.
I guess it's now that they've all left town that I realize how much I rely on their company and constant presence, even when I'm so busy I can't even get onto skype. Knowing they're there was always a sort of strength.
I hope my fur friends are having fun. When they come back I hope I can spend more time with them. It won't be long before this group will also go their separate ways. I want to spend as much time with them as I can until that day comes. I WILL go to MFM next year!
I'm the oldest in the group. I was in college before the rest of them and had a close knit group of friends that I always hung out with. Then as the years went by we all started moving to different places, jobs making us leave the college town (except it's my hometown and I ended p getting a job here lol). We will always be friends and we still find times in the year where we can get together. But I got super lonely when my old group went their separate ways.
Then I met my shark, and through him I met many new friends. I became part of a new group. They even brought me into the world of furries (the seed was already planted by Nyx, and thank god she was part of this new group too!). I love them all so much.
I guess it's now that they've all left town that I realize how much I rely on their company and constant presence, even when I'm so busy I can't even get onto skype. Knowing they're there was always a sort of strength.
I hope my fur friends are having fun. When they come back I hope I can spend more time with them. It won't be long before this group will also go their separate ways. I want to spend as much time with them as I can until that day comes. I WILL go to MFM next year!
World Cup rant
Posted 11 years agoI know there aren't a lot of people who get all that excited about soccer or the World Cup, but at least hear me out! This has been bothering me for quite some time now.
First off, I love the World Cup. I love that people around the world can speak one language, and that is soccer. Players from all across the globe all competing in teams that representing their country to gain the final prize. There something more exhilarating to it than the Olympics, at least for me. I look forward to it every time it comes around and get so pumped I nearly burst from excitement. Last time the World Cup was happening, my phone had to be confiscated so I could act civilized and do my job as a bridesmaid in a wedding. Complete torture since Germany was playing during the wedding.
The World Cup is being held in Brazil this year and to be honest, this is the first time I'm meeting my favorite event with some bitterness. Brazil is in a terrible crisis in terms of education, health , and other businesses that are essential to their economy. FIFA gave them money to host the world cup, but they spent even more than necessary and didn't even do a quality job setting up the stadiums. They threw indigenous people off of the little land that was left to them after settlers took over. Kids are going hungry and people are protesting, but nothing is going to stop the World Cup from taking place in 15 days.
I'm torn. People are literally suffering because of this event that is supposed to be a celebration of people coming together. I hate it so much. I've been looking forward to this World Cup for so long, especially since Iran made the cut. And I've been bragging for four years about how Germany is going to take the cup this time. What do I do? I'm angry about what's happening, but I want to watch it at the same time. I'm constantly posting about the protests on tumblr and I'm being mindful of what I buy so that my money doesn't go to the World Cup at all this year. I bring it up in conversations whenever I can without drowning people in information to the point they lose interest. But is all this enough? If I still plan on watching the World Cup, does that make me a hypocrite? Am I a bad person for still choosing to watch the event that an entire country went into chaos for in order to create it? Like I'm a person from the Capitol watching the Hunger Games.
I hate that I have to debate my love for the World Cup to begin with. I hate that this is happening. I hate that people are suffering. I wish it would stop.
First off, I love the World Cup. I love that people around the world can speak one language, and that is soccer. Players from all across the globe all competing in teams that representing their country to gain the final prize. There something more exhilarating to it than the Olympics, at least for me. I look forward to it every time it comes around and get so pumped I nearly burst from excitement. Last time the World Cup was happening, my phone had to be confiscated so I could act civilized and do my job as a bridesmaid in a wedding. Complete torture since Germany was playing during the wedding.
The World Cup is being held in Brazil this year and to be honest, this is the first time I'm meeting my favorite event with some bitterness. Brazil is in a terrible crisis in terms of education, health , and other businesses that are essential to their economy. FIFA gave them money to host the world cup, but they spent even more than necessary and didn't even do a quality job setting up the stadiums. They threw indigenous people off of the little land that was left to them after settlers took over. Kids are going hungry and people are protesting, but nothing is going to stop the World Cup from taking place in 15 days.
I'm torn. People are literally suffering because of this event that is supposed to be a celebration of people coming together. I hate it so much. I've been looking forward to this World Cup for so long, especially since Iran made the cut. And I've been bragging for four years about how Germany is going to take the cup this time. What do I do? I'm angry about what's happening, but I want to watch it at the same time. I'm constantly posting about the protests on tumblr and I'm being mindful of what I buy so that my money doesn't go to the World Cup at all this year. I bring it up in conversations whenever I can without drowning people in information to the point they lose interest. But is all this enough? If I still plan on watching the World Cup, does that make me a hypocrite? Am I a bad person for still choosing to watch the event that an entire country went into chaos for in order to create it? Like I'm a person from the Capitol watching the Hunger Games.
I hate that I have to debate my love for the World Cup to begin with. I hate that this is happening. I hate that people are suffering. I wish it would stop.
The Fire of Rostam
Posted 11 years agoThe first time it happened was when she was twelve.
She spat out the dust and coughed loudly.
“Get up,” the cold voice growled. “That was pathetic. Do it again.”
Oz pulled herself to her knees, took a deep breath, and heaved herself back to her shaking feet. She forced her dazed eyes to focus on the old lion leaning on his staff calmly. She could feel the sun burning on the back of her ears and neck. How much longer would he keep her out here? She spread her legs out in a stance and held her arms out, claws arching. This time she would do it. She’d knock him down and then run over the hills and jump into the nearby river. She’d let the cool waves carry her away from her captor. Or her teacher as he liked to think he was. She hunched her shoulders. Her tail flicked in a steady rhythm. Deep breath. Steady. Focus. NOW.
Whack!
She felt the ground slam into her back, punching the air out of her lungs. She coughed and gasped.
“That’s not fair,” she choked. “You won’t even tell me what I’m doing wrong.”
He was doing this for fun, wasn’t he?
The old lion laughed mirthlessly. “A simple child would be able to figure out the mistakes you keep making. No one would believe who your family was if they saw you flopping around like this.”
She heard his footsteps get closer, but she had no energy to try to get away. He stopped at her feet and she felt the end of his staff press into her forehead. Loose dust fell from it and bit her eyes.
“Remind me again, who are you?”
“Azadeh Rostami” she spat out angrily.
“A Rostami? You?”
“I am!”
“You’re a stupid mewling cub that they took in out of pity.”
“I am not!”
“You don’t have the strength of a Rostami. You don’t have the blood of Rostam. You’re just a dreamer and an orphan.”
“Shut up, you kesafat!”
“You’re nothing, you hear me? Crawling in the dirt, hardly able to make a decent swing. You insult the Rostamis by taking their name.”
“I said shut up!”
“And do you know what’s most disgraceful about you?” He bent down and snatched her ear, twisting it to force her green eyes to meet his ember ones. “The only one left of your whole bloodline,” he growled softly, “and you’re the most shameful half breed of the bunch.”
The fire burst, as though a flower suddenly blossomed. It was warm, hot. Oz could hardly breathe from wonder. It was inside of her. The flames were everything she could do and more. The glowing red and orange were power. The searing heat was family. The scorching licks of flame were anger. This fire, it was Azadeh. And she never felt so alive, so out of control. It was an almost weightless feeling. So much strength in her limbs, she could feel every muscle flex and bend, could feel the blood roaring, her veins streams of magma. It was exhilarating. She wanted to dance. She wanted to tear. She wanted to burn.
She wanted everything to burn with her.
And suddenly, it was over. She was dripping wet and gasping. Akeru was stepping back with an empty bucket, his staff held up before him. Oz shook her head and blinked. “Wh-what is it? What happened?”
Akeru’s eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to be funny?”
“No! I don’t remember standing. There was fire and… I don’t… What’s going on…”
He lowered his staff and that’s when Oz saw his sleeve, ripped and bloody. When did that happen? She looked down and her heart twisted at the sight of blood smeared on her claws.
“Azadeh, look at me.” She met his eyes fearfully, scared of what he would say. His eyes pierced into her, wary. Almost fearful. “What did you feel when you were on the ground?”
Oz closed her eyes and looked back in her memory. “A fire started. But it was everywhere.”
“Did you see anything else?”
“No, just the fire.”
“It didn’t burn you?”
“It could never burn me” Oz heard herself say. She believed it.
“Yes it could.” Her eyes blinked open at his reply. She looked at the old lion. He seemed tired. “One day that fire could consume you entirely. You must forgive me. It has already begun for you, far earlier than it should.”
“What has?”
“Azar. The Fire of Rostam. It seems my provoking activated it in you. Surely you know what I speak of?”
Oz knew. It was the ultimate power of a Rostami. Equally capable of corrupting and conquering. Those who could grasp its powers were the ultimate warriors among her clan. Those who couldn’t were degraded to nothing but wild beasts. The Banu as they were called.
She stood tall and looked proudly into Akeru’s old ember eyes. “There’s your proof. I am a Rostami,” she declared. “I have my Azar.”
Akeru stared at her for a long time. Oz held her ground and glared triumphantly back, her long tail flicking with irritance. “And what,” he asked softly, “will you do with your Azar?”
“Destroy the one who killed them all.” Her response was quick, confident.
Though he hardly seemed to move, something of a slump came over the old lion as he looked at the young tigress. He almost remembered the mewling cub whose chubby paws pulled his whiskers when he first held her. Never did he feel so worn.
“I pray you find your way, lost one. Before it is too late. Our lesson is over.” He turned away, unable to look at her anymore, unwilling to see the inevitable.
The Azar was too strong. She was going to burn alive.
Fun note: I like throwing in a Persian word here and there in my stories, but I should probably add an explanation to the words when I do that. Oz called Akeru "kesafat" (pronounced kes aa fat). There's no good translation to English, but it's a pretty rude cuss word that calls someone unclean, mentally or physically, heck probably both. There's no equivalent word in our language, but just know that if someone calls you that, you should be deeply offended. Anyways, good kids don't say kesafat, ok? Ok.
She spat out the dust and coughed loudly.
“Get up,” the cold voice growled. “That was pathetic. Do it again.”
Oz pulled herself to her knees, took a deep breath, and heaved herself back to her shaking feet. She forced her dazed eyes to focus on the old lion leaning on his staff calmly. She could feel the sun burning on the back of her ears and neck. How much longer would he keep her out here? She spread her legs out in a stance and held her arms out, claws arching. This time she would do it. She’d knock him down and then run over the hills and jump into the nearby river. She’d let the cool waves carry her away from her captor. Or her teacher as he liked to think he was. She hunched her shoulders. Her tail flicked in a steady rhythm. Deep breath. Steady. Focus. NOW.
Whack!
She felt the ground slam into her back, punching the air out of her lungs. She coughed and gasped.
“That’s not fair,” she choked. “You won’t even tell me what I’m doing wrong.”
He was doing this for fun, wasn’t he?
The old lion laughed mirthlessly. “A simple child would be able to figure out the mistakes you keep making. No one would believe who your family was if they saw you flopping around like this.”
She heard his footsteps get closer, but she had no energy to try to get away. He stopped at her feet and she felt the end of his staff press into her forehead. Loose dust fell from it and bit her eyes.
“Remind me again, who are you?”
“Azadeh Rostami” she spat out angrily.
“A Rostami? You?”
“I am!”
“You’re a stupid mewling cub that they took in out of pity.”
“I am not!”
“You don’t have the strength of a Rostami. You don’t have the blood of Rostam. You’re just a dreamer and an orphan.”
“Shut up, you kesafat!”
“You’re nothing, you hear me? Crawling in the dirt, hardly able to make a decent swing. You insult the Rostamis by taking their name.”
“I said shut up!”
“And do you know what’s most disgraceful about you?” He bent down and snatched her ear, twisting it to force her green eyes to meet his ember ones. “The only one left of your whole bloodline,” he growled softly, “and you’re the most shameful half breed of the bunch.”
The fire burst, as though a flower suddenly blossomed. It was warm, hot. Oz could hardly breathe from wonder. It was inside of her. The flames were everything she could do and more. The glowing red and orange were power. The searing heat was family. The scorching licks of flame were anger. This fire, it was Azadeh. And she never felt so alive, so out of control. It was an almost weightless feeling. So much strength in her limbs, she could feel every muscle flex and bend, could feel the blood roaring, her veins streams of magma. It was exhilarating. She wanted to dance. She wanted to tear. She wanted to burn.
She wanted everything to burn with her.
And suddenly, it was over. She was dripping wet and gasping. Akeru was stepping back with an empty bucket, his staff held up before him. Oz shook her head and blinked. “Wh-what is it? What happened?”
Akeru’s eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to be funny?”
“No! I don’t remember standing. There was fire and… I don’t… What’s going on…”
He lowered his staff and that’s when Oz saw his sleeve, ripped and bloody. When did that happen? She looked down and her heart twisted at the sight of blood smeared on her claws.
“Azadeh, look at me.” She met his eyes fearfully, scared of what he would say. His eyes pierced into her, wary. Almost fearful. “What did you feel when you were on the ground?”
Oz closed her eyes and looked back in her memory. “A fire started. But it was everywhere.”
“Did you see anything else?”
“No, just the fire.”
“It didn’t burn you?”
“It could never burn me” Oz heard herself say. She believed it.
“Yes it could.” Her eyes blinked open at his reply. She looked at the old lion. He seemed tired. “One day that fire could consume you entirely. You must forgive me. It has already begun for you, far earlier than it should.”
“What has?”
“Azar. The Fire of Rostam. It seems my provoking activated it in you. Surely you know what I speak of?”
Oz knew. It was the ultimate power of a Rostami. Equally capable of corrupting and conquering. Those who could grasp its powers were the ultimate warriors among her clan. Those who couldn’t were degraded to nothing but wild beasts. The Banu as they were called.
She stood tall and looked proudly into Akeru’s old ember eyes. “There’s your proof. I am a Rostami,” she declared. “I have my Azar.”
Akeru stared at her for a long time. Oz held her ground and glared triumphantly back, her long tail flicking with irritance. “And what,” he asked softly, “will you do with your Azar?”
“Destroy the one who killed them all.” Her response was quick, confident.
Though he hardly seemed to move, something of a slump came over the old lion as he looked at the young tigress. He almost remembered the mewling cub whose chubby paws pulled his whiskers when he first held her. Never did he feel so worn.
“I pray you find your way, lost one. Before it is too late. Our lesson is over.” He turned away, unable to look at her anymore, unwilling to see the inevitable.
The Azar was too strong. She was going to burn alive.
Fun note: I like throwing in a Persian word here and there in my stories, but I should probably add an explanation to the words when I do that. Oz called Akeru "kesafat" (pronounced kes aa fat). There's no good translation to English, but it's a pretty rude cuss word that calls someone unclean, mentally or physically, heck probably both. There's no equivalent word in our language, but just know that if someone calls you that, you should be deeply offended. Anyways, good kids don't say kesafat, ok? Ok.
Smoke, Tea, and Dorky Lovers
Posted 11 years agoThe man set it down gently and unraveled the hoses, handing one to both of them.
“Khayli mamnoon, agah” Oz said cheerfully.
“Khahesh mikonahm,” the man bowed.
He left and Oz turned to see Jordan scrutinizing the pipe in his hand, his brow furrowed.
“Here, hold it like this,” she showed him. “You’re supposed to breathe in the smoke and then let it out.” She put the pipe in her mouth and slowly breathed in, the water bubbling in the vase of the hookah. After a few moments, she relaxed her muscles and let the smoke billow out of her mouth. It mixed into the cool summer air and dissipated in the canopy above. Jordan leaned forward and sniffed. His ears twitched pleasingly. Then he looked down at the hookah.
“Is it supposed to make that noise when you breathe in?”
“Yes.”
“Does the smoke… sting or anything?”
“No, it is actually quite nice. But if you tighten your muscles you can choke on it and then it will sting a bit.”
Jordan stared hard at the pipe in his hand again. Oz slipped her arm through his and leaned against him. She looked up and watched his eyes darting and taking in every detail. His curious face was always something she liked to see. Purring, she fought the urge to nuzzle into him.
“Together?” She asked.
Jordan smiled, determined and excited now. “Let’s do it.”
“Ok, breathe in, hold it for a few minutes, then breathe it out.”
“Got it!”
They both drew in, the bubbles rumbling like a little storm in the hookah. There was a moment of calm. Then, they both breathed out. Oz puffed out a few expertly made smoke rings, then glanced over to see if she had impressed Jordan. He however, was staring at the little puff of smoke that came out of his mouth, baffled. The rest burst out from the gills on his neck in great furling plumes. Oz choked on the last of her smoke.
“Jordan *cough* n-no. Not the haha- the neck- ahaha! *cough* You-“
She fell onto the pillows in a fit of coughing and laughter. Jordan looked down at her, confused, then looked back at the hose.
“What did I do? Did I do it wrong? It actually felt kinda cool.”
Laughing too hard to speak, Oz could only motion at his neck.
“Oh! That? I can do that again!”
“Oh no, please don’t-“
But Jordan had already taken another shot from the hookah and was letting the smoke pour out of his gills again, a mischievous grin on his face. Oz shrieked in laughter.
“Y-you will kill me with that” she gasped, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s supposed to go through your mouth!”
“Nah, it’s more fun this way!”
Laughing, Jordan pulled her up and propped her back against his side. He nuzzled her head, which was still shaking from giggles, and pulled the tray of tea closer to them. Oz reached out for her cup and took a few sips, clearing out the bitter sting in her throat.
Jordan put his arm around her and she looked up and smiled into his eyes. “Now, what was that thing you did with the rings?: He asked. "I didn't know you could do that.” As Oz started talking again, Jordan grinned to himself. He’d found a new way to tease her. Hookah smoking was more fun than he thought.
~inspired by's commission of mine and 's characters on their first hookah date. The first of many! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/130...../#cid:80991478
“Khayli mamnoon, agah” Oz said cheerfully.
“Khahesh mikonahm,” the man bowed.
He left and Oz turned to see Jordan scrutinizing the pipe in his hand, his brow furrowed.
“Here, hold it like this,” she showed him. “You’re supposed to breathe in the smoke and then let it out.” She put the pipe in her mouth and slowly breathed in, the water bubbling in the vase of the hookah. After a few moments, she relaxed her muscles and let the smoke billow out of her mouth. It mixed into the cool summer air and dissipated in the canopy above. Jordan leaned forward and sniffed. His ears twitched pleasingly. Then he looked down at the hookah.
“Is it supposed to make that noise when you breathe in?”
“Yes.”
“Does the smoke… sting or anything?”
“No, it is actually quite nice. But if you tighten your muscles you can choke on it and then it will sting a bit.”
Jordan stared hard at the pipe in his hand again. Oz slipped her arm through his and leaned against him. She looked up and watched his eyes darting and taking in every detail. His curious face was always something she liked to see. Purring, she fought the urge to nuzzle into him.
“Together?” She asked.
Jordan smiled, determined and excited now. “Let’s do it.”
“Ok, breathe in, hold it for a few minutes, then breathe it out.”
“Got it!”
They both drew in, the bubbles rumbling like a little storm in the hookah. There was a moment of calm. Then, they both breathed out. Oz puffed out a few expertly made smoke rings, then glanced over to see if she had impressed Jordan. He however, was staring at the little puff of smoke that came out of his mouth, baffled. The rest burst out from the gills on his neck in great furling plumes. Oz choked on the last of her smoke.
“Jordan *cough* n-no. Not the haha- the neck- ahaha! *cough* You-“
She fell onto the pillows in a fit of coughing and laughter. Jordan looked down at her, confused, then looked back at the hose.
“What did I do? Did I do it wrong? It actually felt kinda cool.”
Laughing too hard to speak, Oz could only motion at his neck.
“Oh! That? I can do that again!”
“Oh no, please don’t-“
But Jordan had already taken another shot from the hookah and was letting the smoke pour out of his gills again, a mischievous grin on his face. Oz shrieked in laughter.
“Y-you will kill me with that” she gasped, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s supposed to go through your mouth!”
“Nah, it’s more fun this way!”
Laughing, Jordan pulled her up and propped her back against his side. He nuzzled her head, which was still shaking from giggles, and pulled the tray of tea closer to them. Oz reached out for her cup and took a few sips, clearing out the bitter sting in her throat.
Jordan put his arm around her and she looked up and smiled into his eyes. “Now, what was that thing you did with the rings?: He asked. "I didn't know you could do that.” As Oz started talking again, Jordan grinned to himself. He’d found a new way to tease her. Hookah smoking was more fun than he thought.
~inspired by
's commission of mine and 's characters on their first hookah date. The first of many! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/130...../#cid:80991478