Small entry to keep track of the excitable plot bunnies bounding around combined with a status list.

[State of Mind]: Ward never liked the world, but he was content. Then life decided to turn things around and make it difficult for him.
Survival is a state of mind. Fifteen chapters. Rated M.
- 30,223 words.

[Our Environment]: Sequel to State of Mind ( Read more... )

I just don't ~*~feel~*~ like writing.

Well, I kind of do. But I also really want to draw all these different pictures, play the new Professor Layton game, continue playing Pokemon White and Fable 3 comes out next week!
(Exams start too)

I also really want to work on the story, but it's so hard getting back into it. I'm pretty sure my writing has ( Read more... )

Ward rolled onto his side in the sun and wiggled his legs in the air, making the human-kits laugh at his antics. They had visited his and Fons’ den every day for the past fourteen and they had slowly worn down his carefully developed defences, disarming him with treats and quick, timid pats on his head. It reminded him of the time before he was ( Read more... )

Hushed chatters and a giggle registered faintly in his hearing but it was the sharp jab into his ribs that brought Ward out of his peaceful sleep. What was it now? Reluctantly, he unrolled himself to look tiredly over Fons’ stiff - too stiff - body and at their den’s entryway.

Tiny little humans with big eyes were watching them.

Ward ( Read more... )

One yellow eye opened halfway and Ward let out a long yawn as he stretched his arms. His body felt so weighted down. An idle glance down showed the sleeping Heiderich draped across his legs and half his chest, quiet whuffs released with each breath as his companion - mate? - clung to him. Carefully Ward wiggled his way out from under Fons’ ( Read more... )

It had taken a lot more walking and cajoling from Fons to get Ward out of his sulk. The Edward had been determined to stay quiet and kick every single rock, plant and clump of dirt they passed after their encounter with the strange metal monster with humans inside. Eventually Fons had rolled his eyes in exasperation and grabbed a hand tightly, ( Read more... )

Ward stepped into the cool air, sharp and crisp against his face. It was a new start today. Today, he and Fons will travel around and depend on each other without the safe security of a pack and territory. He shifted uneasily in the morning snow as the rest of the pack huddled in the doorway, suddenly unsure about this new step in life.

<’ ( Read more... )

Ward nodded firmly, determination written all over his face as Sting raised an eyebrow.

<’You want my help?’> The Mustang repeated again, just to be sure. He had been lazing in the cold season’s sun, idly keeping watch for any enemies - fellow animals and humans both. It was nice to be able to relax with the pack once in awhile, easily done ( Read more... )

Fons sucked on his thumb where the berry spines had pierced it and scowled ferociously. This wasn’t how he had planned his day. Ward was supposed to leave the pack and come back to the Heiderich’s den. Fons wasn’t meant to join the pack and help gather berries. He could hear Ward and the Mustang - predator - playing around as they practiced their ( Read more... )

I just lost 2,000 words of Our Environment Chapter 4.

I don't WANT to write it all out again. I was happy with it!

Stupid Windows Vista Basic doesn't have shadow copies... :(

Sigh, I've got a copy from four days ago, so the start of the chapter is not lost. It's just frustrating. I'm an impatient girl and I HATE repetition.