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[Jun. 27th, 2006|11:01 pm] |
Co'Diak wondered how he had gotten into this predicament. Well he knew how, he just wished to avoid the greedy details. He had followed a large yellow rabbit, the size of a small human child, if not taller. He knew from years gone by that the yellow rabbits were quite adept at harvesting honey, and his stomach had growled at the prospect. So he had trailed it back to its large hole in the side of a grassy hill.
The rabbit had gone into the hole, and soon there after left. Co'Diak took this as good sign, and that if he were to get the desired honey, now would be the best time. Yellow rabbits were notorious for thier tempers, and he did not wish an altercation with the tiny animal.
But now he was in trouble. He had been so intent on that delicious honey, stored deep in the rabbit hole, he had become stuck in the entrance.
Just my luck he thought. Almost to the city, and he had to get stuck in a rabbit hole, his feet dangling in the air outside. He prayed to the great bear in the sky that no one would see him. A great champion of the north could only handle so much embarrassment. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|09:28 am] |
"Can I ask you something Samurai?"
Samurai kept looking at his sword, watching the the stone glide along it's edge. "Of course."
"It's personal," said the Bear.
"Not my favourite kind, but I'll give you the truth."
Co'diak paused for a second, obviously trying to work out the words in his word. "Bluejayne... what do you think of her?"
Samurai held the sword up to his eye, and looked intently at it. "She is a fine warrior, and one of the bravest women I've ever met."
"Yes. What do you think of her... in regards to me."
Samurai turned to the Bear, his head tilting up to Co'diak to meet his eyes. "I think she's toxic. I think that all she does is hurt you." Co'diak looked a bit stunned. But he kept his defenses down, and pressed for more truth. "You think this?"
Samurai drew in a breath, and readied himself to rant a bit. For a man of few words, rants were not common.
"Let me tell you a story, and maybe you can see how it relates to you. I told you once about a woman before I died. That in my times of darkness, she was there with me. She was no good. She was a poison to me. Not because she tipped my hand to do what I did. That was after her pretty much. It was because she was my first real love, and that is a dangerous love.'
'In part it lead me down my dark path. I wish now, if I could go back, that I would cut her out of my life." Co'diak wondered exactly how a man like Samurai meant to cut a woman out of his life.
"She was bad for me, through and through. I would have done anything for her, and she played my heart like a fiddle. She loved the attention I gave her, and yet I wasn't the only man for her. twice she took with other men. After the second time, I left, my heart a dark place. Fury filled me, and I believe that is when the darkness found it's crack, and seeped into my soul."
"I don't think Bluejayne is like that."
"No, she isn't. There is more than one kind of poison though. I look at Blue, and do not get me wrong, I love her as a friend. But she would be bad for you Co'Diak. I admire you, and I know you are a great Bear. She would be bad for you. Her past,... it would eat at you."
"You mean all the men she's been with."
Samurai nodded. "You and I, we are meant to be world renowned. It is our fate, and something we deal with. We aren't meant to deal with such small things, and yet here we are. The mighty Co'diak is confused over his lust for a woman of small virtues, and Samurai Slider has more than just scars on his body." Samurai laughed. A small thing, and rare.
"We are not above the small things. I used to hate how my princess always expected me to pay for everything. How's that for small?"
"She was a princess and you still had to pay?"
Samurai threw his hands up in the air, a small smile on his face, "Figure that one out." |
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[May. 30th, 2006|03:27 pm] |
"I want to be near you. I think about you everyday, and it's tearing me apart." The bear couldn't look her in the eyes.
"I'm right here Co'diak!" She gave him a pleading look. "I'm right here. Why is this so hard to do?"
Co'Diak turned his gaze to the stone wall of the room, as if examining a small crack that ran it's height. "There is more human in me than I'd like."
"That's why I feel the way I do. It's that there is so much human in your heart. You're more human than most men I know," said Bluejayne.
"I mean," he said, cutting her next sentence off, "That the bad parts of being human are in me. The pettiness. The ability to still care about the small things."
"What are you saying?"
Co'diak looked at her, his golden eyes reflecting the candlelight that danced between them. His eyes held a terrible sadness in them, and his nose crinkled in a way she didn't like. "Co'diak?"
"Jayne... before we met..."
"I was a whore. A thug, and a murderer. I was worse than my father." Her blue lips trembled, as the thoughts crossed her mind to her mouth. "And that's what this is? You have spent the last few years helping me, saving me. Telling me that my past is past, and one day we can forget that all. Now, I look at you, and I see that not even you, the so called Great bear, cannot forget."
"I..." Co'diak looked removed. He was used to fighting different battles. He had forgotten how easy women could disarm him.
Bluejayne's face curled into a sneer, her face grown ugly with rage. "Fuck you. Don't open that stupid snout of yours. You are no different than the others."
She turned around and hurried to the door, her hand coming up to her face to grab at a tear that was about to betray her.
"No!" Co'diak's voice stopped her in her tracks. A King's voice could do that. It made you forget yourself for a moment, and you obeyed.
"Not like this. I'm sorry. I told you what has been bothering me, and now you run. I can't let that happen Jayne. Not with you." He stepped forward, walking around the table that seperated them. He came up to her, and she could feel his presence towering behind her. "Jayne, listen to me now. I have not felt for someone in a very long time. I can barely remember the hurt. Understand, I am still human, somewhere in here. And yes, I can be petty. I can be insecure. I can be as much a human as any man you knew. Understand this. But I'm not saying this is over between us, whatever this is. I just want you to know, that anyone, be they bear or human, would need to get over your past. That is the reality of this."
Bluejayne had a hand over her mouth, trying to smother the sounds of sobs. "But I like to dream of another reality. Where time has passed, and you and I can heal. We can get past the pettiness in both of us. Please, all I ask is time." |
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[Oct. 27th, 2005|12:17 pm] |
Once upon a time in the north, there lived a great Bear. He was the fiercest warrior any land might ever see. Though they never did. See him. That is.
He was a legend. A story. To many he did not even exist. A tale to tell children in the grey of night. He was a companion story to myths like Nick of the North. The fat man of the snowlands, forced to deliver toys to children as he dragged his massive sleigh from house to house, then squeezed down people’s chimneys into waiting fires. Unlike Nick of the North, tormented by elves, the Bear did in fact exist.
His tale is true, but we dare not continue until we know our hero’s name.
You will come to understand though, that to know his name is to have power over the Bear.
And that is how we got into this mess in the first place. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2005|11:59 am] |
The Dragon doesn't speak in simple words. It's voice, and that barely describes it, encompasses you. It plays with your soul, and guides you.
But to simplify things, as I lay there freezing to death in a snowy cave, the most terrible storm I've ever seen raging outside, the Dragon told me what I needed to do.
My name was Co'diak it told me. I remember being so happy to know my name, but furthermore, to know that it was right. Co'diak was right. That name was true. When I woke later, I found tears crystallized around my muzzle.
The Dragon went on. It told me a story. How It had lost it's egg, and It needed me to recover it. I asked why It needed me. Surely being a dragon, It was powerful enough to get It's own egg back. alking back to the Dragon was like shouting into the sky. As the words left my mouth (soul) I realized then why the Dragon could do nothing. My body foated in infinity, but I sensed something. Like a deep rumbling, a throaty gurgle somewhere.
I am sleeping.
Now I cannot tell you why the Dragon could not simply wake up. They are not like us, and they are inhibited by many things. Perhaps a god's curse, or a dark spell. The Dragon was sleeping, and while it slept, someone had stolen It's egg. Fury coursed around me, and I felt singed by an unseen fire.
It was through that fire that I realized what the Dragon wanted me to do.
Bring my baby back.
Why me? Why would the Dragon ask me? I did not know anything. The only fact I was aware of, was my own name.
Because you lost it. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2005|10:37 pm] |
It is hard to describe what the voice of the Dragon feel's like in your head. I shall try my best, but I doubt you would even get it. I hear it is also different for other races. The humans, for instance, have told me it feels like you are being repeatedly kicked in the crotch. Perhaps this is why humans fear Dragons so, and not for all their teeth and fire.
For bear folk though, I am happy to say it's different. Perhaps this is why the Dragon talks to us, or me to be more specific. Legend says the Dragon talked to my ancestors, but in this generation, I am the sole listener to It's voice.
Imagine an artist's canvas. That is my body, my soul, and my mind. The Dragon's voice is like paint being applied to it. Yes, "applied" is a suitable word. Not brushed on lightly, but the voice is flicked on, in thick splatters. It runs down your spine in thick gooey blobs. That sounds gross, but it's not so bad. The voice is not pleasurable, or euphoric though. It is a discomfort, but not in the genital region.
The discomfort comes from the fact that when the Dragon speaks, you become smaller. On a cosmic scale, you realize how tiny you are in the play of things. For all my battles won, for all the art drawn in my likeness, for all the songs sung in my honour, this King bows to the Dragon.
I do not believe in whatever god is in style at the time. I am not a religious bear, though I give my gold to many institutions, and play my part in whatever ceremony, for whatever group, as a king must do. If I was to believe in a god though, the Dragon would be the closest to it. Except I have held a tiny dragon whelp in my arms, and you should not be able to hold your god. Right? |
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[Feb. 21st, 2005|10:05 pm] |
In the beginning, there was me, and it was not so good. I was alone, in a world I did not understand. What do I determine as the beginning though? When I was a child? Or when I remembered when I was a child?
Let me start with the voice of the Dragon. That's when things started to tumble into motion.
It started with the snow. It was a blinding white, and cut through my eyes like a knife. I kept my dark red cloak close around my head, trying to protect whatever parts of myself still exposed to the elements. It was deathly cold, the kind of freeze that could drop a normal man in a few heartbeats if he was unprotected. The sort of the cold that would freeze the spit from your mouth before it hit the ground. I am no normal man though. Actually, I'm not a man at all. At the time I wasn't sure what I was, or who I was. I just remember walking out of the snow, and into a dark cave.
The wind howled outside, almost sounding frustrated that I had escaped its game. I staggered and put a paw against the wall to support myself. Ice clung to my fur in thick sheets, crystals drooped off my brow. The leathery skin of my nose was running a torrent of clear mucus, then freezing into my whiskers. The cave was a bit warmer, the wind not being able to work itself in there.
I slowly made my way deeper into the cave, and found a nice large rock to slump against. I was exhausted, though from what, I could not say. The walk I supposed. But from where had I come? Where was I going?
I was shivering quite badly by then. The cold gets into you, and it doesn't let go easily. It had slid its way through my thick shaggy fur, past the fatty layers of my body, and cut into my bones. There's a thing about cold; when you know it's killing you. You start to feel nothing. Not the bite of it's icy edge in your fingers, nor the slashes of pain it causes across my muzzle. You know the cold is killing you when you start to feel sleepy. But by then, it's too little too late to do much about it.
After that, there's darkness.
After that, the Dragon. |
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| Once upon a time... |
[Feb. 20th, 2005|10:39 pm] |
Where do I start? How can I explain myself. I am no writer, nor a story teller. I have no gift for words. I am a warior. A champion. A king.
But that is what I am now. Very boring really. It just sounds good to say.
I could lie, you know. I could let this be my own take on history, and no one would ever know. You do not contest a King's word, and future generations would be none the wiser. I could shape what happened, and it would become others truth.
But I won't. I have always demanded honesty from my friends, my kin, and my lovers. So that is what you shall get from me. The truth. Unfiltered. Pure, but not so clean I'm afraid.
This old bear has stories to tell. Maybe along the way I shall find a small measure of skill in that craft. I've been lots of things, perhaps it is time to don the guise of storyteller for a bit.
So sit down, if it pleases you. For I shall tell you how I won my crown, but lost so much more. It's a story of failure, redemption, lust and revenge. This is my story; my legacy. The tale of Co'Diak. |
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