Well, the feedback to my story has been good so far...but otherwise the year has pretty much sucked so far. Started with the death of my cat and that was the high point. I owe money to a state that is actively trying to declare me non-human..Go Ohio..fuck you and your DOMA too.

Allandres reached the palace as darkness fell. Whatever battles had been fought here, they were long over. The gates stood open and people came and went. The only outward sign that there had been any confrontation was a small hole in the palace wall that had, for the most part, been repaired. That and the pyres ( Read more... )

Kire was surprised. Applause was not what he was expecting. Loathing and hatred, but not applause. People began gathering around, thanking him. He tried to explain that he was really only defending himself after making a stupid mistake. He never should have left his hiding place, or he should have run with his sister. He should have never ( Read more... )

Allandres walked away from the battlefield. Away from the pain and sadness, and away from herself. She still carried the Knight's bloody sword, her clothes wet and sticky from the blood she spilled. She didn't notice. She felt as dirty on the inside as she looked on the outside, and thought it fitting ( Read more... )

Kire opened his eyes slowly. Hundreds of thoughts filled his mind, but as he took in his surroundings, only a few remained ( Read more... )

Allandres ran away. At the behest of her brother, she ran. She still didn't know what she ran from. What did her brother see, what did he feel that led him to send her away? She didn't know and so she ran. She knew she had to get out of the open fields. She had been to the palace many times, for reasons she did not share, and knew many paths ( Read more... )

Kire's mind raced. He had thoughts of being the great hero, fighting the humans and presenting their heads to the Duke. He looked around for a weapon, for defense if nothing else. A pitchfork, that was it. A five tined hunk of iron and wood. That was nothing against the sword and axe wielding humans. His thoughts turned to fleeing. What in ( Read more... )

Kire Trallan was small. His height was more like the humans rather than the tall, graceful Var. During his childhood, the other Var had taken to calling him humanspawn. It was a period he was very happy to outgrow. His life on a farm had given him oppurtunity to grow strong as he grew older; however, and with his black hair and ice blue eyes, ( Read more... )

On the Landing: From the journal of the Lord Kathorin

It has been 500 years since the Landing. Five hundred years since we, the Var, began to share our world with these people who called themselves human. The humans have guarded their history with a violent passion. It is with great honor I accepted the invitation of the human King Dal to ( Read more... )

And what a mess you've managed to step into...I'd greet you properly, but that would take effort. Just pull up a chair and relax ( Read more... )