May. 19th, 2014

kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

It was early. Arden was woken by someone shaking his shoulder and that told him it was time for him to take over. Every Nox in their group took a turn at watching over the others, especially during the sleeping hours, because they were never safe. The hunters could find them at any point, so he shook himself away before making his way over to the entrance of the cave they shared. Pure luck had brought him to the group, who had welcomed him in a way that many groups wouldn’t have, and he was grateful to them for everything they’d done, as he’d been closer to death than he thought before he met them.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Running, running, running… that’s what I remember doing before I found the door. A hunter had found the cave my pack was sheltering in and we’d had just enough warning to be able to escape. We all went in different directions, hoping that it would confuse the hunter enough that he wouldn’t come after any of us. I know he wasn’t behind me, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t chasing one of my pack mates, although I hoped he wasn’t. Especially when I nearly ran into a wall that I knew wouldn’t have been there if I was still on my world, but I wasn’t on my world, and I realised that quickly when I scented the air. I could smell something other. Something I had never smelt before and that was unusual. Knowing how everything smelt was a necessity, otherwise you might find yourself in danger.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

There had been a hunter. Nerys was certain of that. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been running for her life and that was what she had been doing. What she couldn’t work out was how she’d got from the woods she was running through, terrified that he would catch up with her, into a building she didn’t recognise. Carefully she took a couple of steps forward, wincing because the run had, unsurprisingly, hurt her paws, looking to make certain that the hunter hadn’t followed her. She didn’t think he had, but that didn’t mean she was right, because she hadn’t thought there was a hunter there in the first place. He’d come from nowhere, although being in the woods hadn’t been the best idea she’d ever have. It was just that her group was getting low on food and the only place she’d be certain she’d be able to find something for them was the very place she shouldn’t have gone.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

All Einar could do was run. It was all any Alati Felis could do when they realised they’d made a mistake and hope that they would live to see another day. There were many that didn’t. He had known some of them, meeting them during his travels only to find out that they had made a fatal mistake from someone who had also met them. It didn’t help to think about them, to remember those who were lost when he might end up being one of them, but he couldn’t stop himself, and it almost seemed to help him run faster.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

There were stories of Alati Felis who had found their way to another world. Jarl had heard them, but he didn’t believe them. Why would he? It was a world that was supposed to be safe from the hunters who had blighted his life from the time he was a kitten. After everything he’d been through the existence of that world seemed impossible, although there was a part of him that hoped it might be real, that he might find his way there, so he would be safe. He didn’t know what safe would be like, as he’d never been safe, but it sounded nice, like something he’d always wanted and just didn’t know before. Yet he doubted that it could ever happen to him, when he doubted that it was possible, because they would affect whether he was one of the lucky few who got picked.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

I should have stepped into English. Even though I’d chosen it I wasn’t enjoying the class due to the lecturer, but I wasn’t going to stop in the middle of the year no matter how unhappy I was. The one thing I’d never been was a quitter and I was going to stick with it, no matter how much I hated the woman I was learning from or the book we were reading – yet it was a choice that was taken away from me that day, when I went from the hallway in college to another hallway that looked like it was in a block of flats. When I think back to what happened I can’t help wondering why the door chose me. What made it think that I was the right person for Taithmarin? Especially as it took me such a long time to get used to the world I found myself on, but that’s me getting ahead of myself.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Going home seemed like a mistake. Joel didn’t want to deal with the lecture he knew he was going to get. He was never going to be his brother, but that’s all his parents wanted him to be, because his brother was the good son, the son who didn’t keep getting in trouble, the son who wasn’t going to end up in prison if he wasn’t careful. There had never been a time when Joel believed his parents accepted him for who he was, mistakes and all, as they’d wanted a daughter, not another son, but there he was, the son who was never going to be a daughter. Sighing, he reached into his pocket for his keys, knowing he really didn’t have another choice. If he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to pass out and the only place he felt comfortable sleeping was his own room, with his door locked.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

When I took on the job of being a guide I didn’t realise how difficult it would be. Every time I meet a new arrival I deal with the same emotions I felt when I first stepped through the door and the first time I thought it was a job I couldn’t do, no matter how much I wanted to. My first new arrival was crying when I stepped into the hallway they’d found themselves in, which was something I’d managed to stop myself from doing, even though it had been hard to force that urge away, because at that point I had no idea what had happened to me. All I knew was that I had been going to step into my bedroom, after having dinner with my parents and three younger siblings, to see if there was anything left I wanted to take to the flat that hadn’t yet started feeling like home.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

The last thing I expected when I stepped through the door was to find myself on the world I’d just left behind. It took me moments to realise that wasn’t actually what I’d done, but as soon as I did I knew there was no way back. Slowly, not really wanting to see for myself, I turned to find that there was emptiness where the door would have been on my world, and it was difficult then to keep the tears from falling. Even though I’d heard about the same thing happening to other people I never thought it could possibly happen to me. Of course I only found out I was wrong on the day I’d chosen to leave everything I normally carried with me behind, because I didn’t think I’d be gone for long. Biting hard on my lip I told myself that I’d been stupid not to plan for the possibility… it was a danger that every Walker faced, natural or Council, so I should have been ready for it, no matter how unlikely it had seemed.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

It was my first time choosing a quest, so I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Honestly the last thing I thought might be a possibility was for my mentor to hold a bag out, with slips of paper in, for us to pick one out. She said it made everything fairer because it was pure luck which one of us got which and as it was our first time she wouldn’t let us swap. We had to deal with the option we’d chosen, by chance, no matter how hard it ended up being. “Remember, trainees, if the quest becomes too difficult for you it is possible for you to walk away, but you only have ten available, so use them carefully.” Nodding, I hoped I wouldn’t need the button at all, but I was grateful they’d thought of something like that, just in case something did go wrong. “Your weapons will be there when you step through the portal, as will any other supplies you may need, and take your time. This is the first quest – if it takes you a week to complete then so be it. Don’t let any competition between you stop you from being careful. You won’t die, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be injured. Some trainees have come out of their quests with broken bones, swords in places they really didn’t want swords, and one even lost an eye.

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