I'm finally writing! *Lights fireworks.* The muse is still missing.
Anyone who has seen the fellow, please call 1-800-666-LOSTMAHMUSE. Kame, I
would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me where the muse you've
found is at. I tried e-mailing you but my e-mail was being bad. I'll be
punishing it later. . . *Ahem* So here is my half-baked chapter. Uh. . .
Enjoy the crustiness? o.O
Overview: San's a teen, she's trying to fit in with the other gods, and she ain't having much luck 'cuz she isn't one of them. Still doesn't understand the whole "being human" thing. And meanwhile all the gods are talking about the perfect way to kill a human. Yep. . . I miss my muse! ;_;
Copywrite: Hayao Miyazaki is a master. Better than me. Bet you're relieved. Go see! NO LUPIN FOR YOU! BAD! YOUR BRAIN WILL DISOLVE!
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"And why aren't I allowed to come?" she cried out angrily.
"San, my daughter, I'm sorry. You know how those pigs are. They're still quite prejudice against you. I don't think they'll ever realize how stupid they really are. Filthy animals." The white wolf paced towards the exit of her den, leaving her tail to face the human girl that always resided within the cave, most of the time anyway. "Stay here for now. I promise that once we have a fight underway, you will be in it. The boar Nago is a seeing soul, well, less blind than the others."
"Wait. . ." San stood looking at her mother, her eyes upset and murderous. "Why do you always call it prejudice? I'm still a wolf, aren't I? So what if I walk on two legs and don't have as much fur? I'm a wolf! A wolf!" She threw her spear to the ground and continued chanting this. It would do her no good, other than self reassurance.
Moro was getting quite annoyed now. She always had to ask about her humanity, didn't she? And yet, the wolf had never told San about it, figuring it was none of her business if she was going to hate her own kind. "Listen to me, just stay here while your brothers and I are out. I'll-"
But San wouldn't hear it. She was sick and tired of being treated different because of her strange qualities. "Why should you get to go and leave me alone in here? I'm as good a fighter as those two, if not better! They shouldn't get to go if I can't! It's not fair! It's not-"
"The reason you can't come is because this is an important matter concerning humans! You have no idea they are and therefore could never give us proper insight on them! So stay here and watch your tongue from now on!" Moro had sprung around and lunged towards her daughter. The pure ferocity of her annoyance prickled on the back of her neck. Even her white daggers shined visible within her mouth. San found herself very afraid. This was a new phase for her. . .
Turning around, she quickly trembled off to a dark corner of the cave. Normally she ventured there to think about things. But now it was her safe place, far away from her mother as she could be. She was truly afraid now, and Moro had no shame for what she had done. It was about time she reached around and nipped the pain on her back. Why had she spoiled her so much?
The white wolf slinked out of her shelter, not saying a word as the girl shivered in her corner. San did not watch Moro leave. Instead, she stared hard at the wall, trying to regain her stature. She sniveled slightly, her focus on the wall intensifying. Her mind also began to sharpen, thinking deeply about what had just happened. Not caring whether she was truly alone or not, she began to speak aloud.
"Humans. . . What is so important about humans that I get punished? Why can't I learn about them? They're destroying our home, aren't they? Don't I live here too!? Why? Why am I being excluded!?" She dropped to her knees, looking down at the ground. She was startled to find tiny droplets of water there. It took her a moment to realize that she was crying.
More droplets poured down her face, making puddles on the cave ground. Both fists came pounding into the ground simultaneously, and more tears jerked out of her eyes. "So what if those disgusting boars can't stand something different from them? Something's wrong with me! I know it! Mother wouldn't have made me stay here if there wasn't something wrong with me! What have I done? Tell me!" Her echos rang out of the cave, sending birds flying from their nests. Sadly, the darkness did not answer her call.
A nagging pain suddenly startled her throat and she coughed into her fist, sobbing slightly. She wiped the tears from her eyes, though they still continued to cloud them. San stood up, brushing herself of the dust and debris she had collected on her clothing and walked over to her prized spear. She grasped it in one hand, resting the butt of it on the cold stone. Her grasp tightened around it for a moment as she thought of what to do now that she was all alone and had a mother who was mad at her to say the least.
Venturing over to the exit, she peered over the cliff side. There was no sign that her family had been here other than their scent. Her eyes intensified once more, but this time it was not them doing the work. It was her nose, smelling the path they had gone. She heaved herself over the cliff side.
San landed on three "paws", the other one holding her spear as she reached a stone landing. From there she jumped to another rock, then to another, landing very much the same way each time. The only landing that was different was her final one, which she jumped and landed on her two feet. Now the scents were much stronger. Down here she could focus better and eventually even chase after them to the direct meeting place. It wouldn't take too long. . .
One sniff. . . Two sniff. . . Three sniffs. . . Got it! It surely had to be the path! The scent was so fresh that a human could have followed it. It was no more than 15 minutes ago, give or take three. Her feet set off to work, dashing along the forest trees after her family. She was not nearly as agile as her brothers (And no where near matching her mother in speed), but she would catch up to them soon enough. This would be a walk in the park.
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The two wolflings were the only ones seated. All manners of boar tustled about with each other, clanking tusks and arguing. The kin were taking much after their parents, fighting with each other over rash things. Moro was even in heated argument, clashing tusks with Okkoto over how to handle humans. Her kin just looked lazily at everything, keeping out of it all. It was a surefire thing that they didn't want to dirty their paws in such affairs.
"You wretched animal! Harvest them? Why would we want to let them stay? Torture is only good when what you are torturing deserves torture! These lowly worms aren't worthy of the torture I'd have install for them! If they cannot live peacefully with us then they should simply die!"
"Silence, you flea-ridden mongrel! Your words mean nothing! One day you too will be ruled fully by the God Okkoto!"
Moro sneered at the boar, her tail swishing against the ground. It brought dirt to his eyes, making him squeal in anguish. "Some God. You can't even stand a slight bit of pain! How do you think we'd survive under your rule?"
All bickering stopped suddenly. One call resounded through out the forest, shaking leaves from the trees. A giant boar with a coat as rough and brown as tree bark stomped into the area, looming over even the great Okkoto. His tusks shined radiantly in the high noon sun, though trees blocked it from direct and full sight. They always seemed to do this, even on clouded days. It was rumored to be his inner pride shining through.
The mighty hog shoved the smaller boar aside, making his way to the center of the clearing. He had been looking forward to this meeting for awhile. At last, plans for those horrible humans would be made! Nothing could convey his lust for their blood. This was quite obvious as he shoveled even the youngest of the boar kin out of his way. His hooves abruptly stopped when they reached the wolf Moro. He looked her over slowly, for he hadn't seen her in at least two decades. This was going to be an interesting reunion.
"Moro, Goddess of the Wolf Kin. It has been a while." The boar nodded his head down to her, looking up his narrow nose in the direction of the wolf.
"Indeed, Nago." She could not say much else. There was a certain respect she held for this boar, as much as she hated all of their species. She wasn't racist- no, of course not. All boars were equally stupid. Save Nago. He was a tad higher in intelligence, but he was the only one.
He turned his face to look at her sons, eyeing them curiously. One sat with his tongue out of his mouth, quite excited to finally see this powerful boar. The other looked at the ground uninterestedly. His eyes were foggy and his paw batted a stone back and forth. Nago walked over to them, speaking to them both though he watched the stone the one brother had. "So you are the sons of Moro? Ye'll both make fine gods someday, I'm sure."
His head turned up from the wolves to face the hogs that surrounded the entire clearing. "They will also be the first generation of wolves to tell their children about the great fight against the humans, as will you kin be the first boars!"
A chorus of squeals was let up, filling the forest air entirely. All bird song was blocked out as this new music of victory and hope engulfed the lush green trees. Howls joined in to the squealing and whining of the boars, adding an even richer musical influence. The only one not joining in this opera was Nago, who could have sworn he had heard a forth howl.
Overview: San's a teen, she's trying to fit in with the other gods, and she ain't having much luck 'cuz she isn't one of them. Still doesn't understand the whole "being human" thing. And meanwhile all the gods are talking about the perfect way to kill a human. Yep. . . I miss my muse! ;_;
Copywrite: Hayao Miyazaki is a master. Better than me. Bet you're relieved. Go see! NO LUPIN FOR YOU! BAD! YOUR BRAIN WILL DISOLVE!
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"And why aren't I allowed to come?" she cried out angrily.
"San, my daughter, I'm sorry. You know how those pigs are. They're still quite prejudice against you. I don't think they'll ever realize how stupid they really are. Filthy animals." The white wolf paced towards the exit of her den, leaving her tail to face the human girl that always resided within the cave, most of the time anyway. "Stay here for now. I promise that once we have a fight underway, you will be in it. The boar Nago is a seeing soul, well, less blind than the others."
"Wait. . ." San stood looking at her mother, her eyes upset and murderous. "Why do you always call it prejudice? I'm still a wolf, aren't I? So what if I walk on two legs and don't have as much fur? I'm a wolf! A wolf!" She threw her spear to the ground and continued chanting this. It would do her no good, other than self reassurance.
Moro was getting quite annoyed now. She always had to ask about her humanity, didn't she? And yet, the wolf had never told San about it, figuring it was none of her business if she was going to hate her own kind. "Listen to me, just stay here while your brothers and I are out. I'll-"
But San wouldn't hear it. She was sick and tired of being treated different because of her strange qualities. "Why should you get to go and leave me alone in here? I'm as good a fighter as those two, if not better! They shouldn't get to go if I can't! It's not fair! It's not-"
"The reason you can't come is because this is an important matter concerning humans! You have no idea they are and therefore could never give us proper insight on them! So stay here and watch your tongue from now on!" Moro had sprung around and lunged towards her daughter. The pure ferocity of her annoyance prickled on the back of her neck. Even her white daggers shined visible within her mouth. San found herself very afraid. This was a new phase for her. . .
Turning around, she quickly trembled off to a dark corner of the cave. Normally she ventured there to think about things. But now it was her safe place, far away from her mother as she could be. She was truly afraid now, and Moro had no shame for what she had done. It was about time she reached around and nipped the pain on her back. Why had she spoiled her so much?
The white wolf slinked out of her shelter, not saying a word as the girl shivered in her corner. San did not watch Moro leave. Instead, she stared hard at the wall, trying to regain her stature. She sniveled slightly, her focus on the wall intensifying. Her mind also began to sharpen, thinking deeply about what had just happened. Not caring whether she was truly alone or not, she began to speak aloud.
"Humans. . . What is so important about humans that I get punished? Why can't I learn about them? They're destroying our home, aren't they? Don't I live here too!? Why? Why am I being excluded!?" She dropped to her knees, looking down at the ground. She was startled to find tiny droplets of water there. It took her a moment to realize that she was crying.
More droplets poured down her face, making puddles on the cave ground. Both fists came pounding into the ground simultaneously, and more tears jerked out of her eyes. "So what if those disgusting boars can't stand something different from them? Something's wrong with me! I know it! Mother wouldn't have made me stay here if there wasn't something wrong with me! What have I done? Tell me!" Her echos rang out of the cave, sending birds flying from their nests. Sadly, the darkness did not answer her call.
A nagging pain suddenly startled her throat and she coughed into her fist, sobbing slightly. She wiped the tears from her eyes, though they still continued to cloud them. San stood up, brushing herself of the dust and debris she had collected on her clothing and walked over to her prized spear. She grasped it in one hand, resting the butt of it on the cold stone. Her grasp tightened around it for a moment as she thought of what to do now that she was all alone and had a mother who was mad at her to say the least.
Venturing over to the exit, she peered over the cliff side. There was no sign that her family had been here other than their scent. Her eyes intensified once more, but this time it was not them doing the work. It was her nose, smelling the path they had gone. She heaved herself over the cliff side.
San landed on three "paws", the other one holding her spear as she reached a stone landing. From there she jumped to another rock, then to another, landing very much the same way each time. The only landing that was different was her final one, which she jumped and landed on her two feet. Now the scents were much stronger. Down here she could focus better and eventually even chase after them to the direct meeting place. It wouldn't take too long. . .
One sniff. . . Two sniff. . . Three sniffs. . . Got it! It surely had to be the path! The scent was so fresh that a human could have followed it. It was no more than 15 minutes ago, give or take three. Her feet set off to work, dashing along the forest trees after her family. She was not nearly as agile as her brothers (And no where near matching her mother in speed), but she would catch up to them soon enough. This would be a walk in the park.
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The two wolflings were the only ones seated. All manners of boar tustled about with each other, clanking tusks and arguing. The kin were taking much after their parents, fighting with each other over rash things. Moro was even in heated argument, clashing tusks with Okkoto over how to handle humans. Her kin just looked lazily at everything, keeping out of it all. It was a surefire thing that they didn't want to dirty their paws in such affairs.
"You wretched animal! Harvest them? Why would we want to let them stay? Torture is only good when what you are torturing deserves torture! These lowly worms aren't worthy of the torture I'd have install for them! If they cannot live peacefully with us then they should simply die!"
"Silence, you flea-ridden mongrel! Your words mean nothing! One day you too will be ruled fully by the God Okkoto!"
Moro sneered at the boar, her tail swishing against the ground. It brought dirt to his eyes, making him squeal in anguish. "Some God. You can't even stand a slight bit of pain! How do you think we'd survive under your rule?"
All bickering stopped suddenly. One call resounded through out the forest, shaking leaves from the trees. A giant boar with a coat as rough and brown as tree bark stomped into the area, looming over even the great Okkoto. His tusks shined radiantly in the high noon sun, though trees blocked it from direct and full sight. They always seemed to do this, even on clouded days. It was rumored to be his inner pride shining through.
The mighty hog shoved the smaller boar aside, making his way to the center of the clearing. He had been looking forward to this meeting for awhile. At last, plans for those horrible humans would be made! Nothing could convey his lust for their blood. This was quite obvious as he shoveled even the youngest of the boar kin out of his way. His hooves abruptly stopped when they reached the wolf Moro. He looked her over slowly, for he hadn't seen her in at least two decades. This was going to be an interesting reunion.
"Moro, Goddess of the Wolf Kin. It has been a while." The boar nodded his head down to her, looking up his narrow nose in the direction of the wolf.
"Indeed, Nago." She could not say much else. There was a certain respect she held for this boar, as much as she hated all of their species. She wasn't racist- no, of course not. All boars were equally stupid. Save Nago. He was a tad higher in intelligence, but he was the only one.
He turned his face to look at her sons, eyeing them curiously. One sat with his tongue out of his mouth, quite excited to finally see this powerful boar. The other looked at the ground uninterestedly. His eyes were foggy and his paw batted a stone back and forth. Nago walked over to them, speaking to them both though he watched the stone the one brother had. "So you are the sons of Moro? Ye'll both make fine gods someday, I'm sure."
His head turned up from the wolves to face the hogs that surrounded the entire clearing. "They will also be the first generation of wolves to tell their children about the great fight against the humans, as will you kin be the first boars!"
A chorus of squeals was let up, filling the forest air entirely. All bird song was blocked out as this new music of victory and hope engulfed the lush green trees. Howls joined in to the squealing and whining of the boars, adding an even richer musical influence. The only one not joining in this opera was Nago, who could have sworn he had heard a forth howl.