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mockingbird- the golden pooper
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this thread is for me. it won't make sense at times but as i write, it's usually online. and i'd like to keep all pieces of one story here for my pleasure. feel free to comment on anything you see. critique is welcome.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
blah blah blah shadow's haven profile:
Name: Eiko
Age: 31 Days
History: Eiko was born to a family of 500. She came from the womb of a giant spider, and is the one humanoid per breeding. She followed the rest of her spider-physiqued brothers and sisters out of the mountains to scatter across the lands to create their own destinies.
Her Look: Large spider-silk liquid eyes. Iridescent hair that when piled atop her head takes on the look of one of a dark shadow in the night. Her mouth is large and round. Her teeth razorous, but filled with healing properties - not unlike spider's silk's aptitude for infectious wounds...
Her clothing: A dress made of her brother and sister's silk, that has conformed to the contours of her body. Extremely durable, and the only garment she'll ever need, she will only have to wash it twice every year to keep up it's luster.
Languages: That of spiders, her native one that requires no vocalization. She is just learning English but is already picking it up alarmingly fast, just as her body is maturing in such a way.
Physical Markings: On her seventh day, she accidentally killed on of her siblings as she slept. She found his body crushed on her collar bone. To serve as a reminder to herself, and to others, she coerced a tattooist to make a likeness of him for her, where she found him on her neck.
Name: Eiko
Age: 31 Days
History: Eiko was born to a family of 500. She came from the womb of a giant spider, and is the one humanoid per breeding. She followed the rest of her spider-physiqued brothers and sisters out of the mountains to scatter across the lands to create their own destinies.
Her Look: Large spider-silk liquid eyes. Iridescent hair that when piled atop her head takes on the look of one of a dark shadow in the night. Her mouth is large and round. Her teeth razorous, but filled with healing properties - not unlike spider's silk's aptitude for infectious wounds...
Her clothing: A dress made of her brother and sister's silk, that has conformed to the contours of her body. Extremely durable, and the only garment she'll ever need, she will only have to wash it twice every year to keep up it's luster.
Languages: That of spiders, her native one that requires no vocalization. She is just learning English but is already picking it up alarmingly fast, just as her body is maturing in such a way.
Physical Markings: On her seventh day, she accidentally killed on of her siblings as she slept. She found his body crushed on her collar bone. To serve as a reminder to herself, and to others, she coerced a tattooist to make a likeness of him for her, where she found him on her neck.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
This is a post for Eikos, an early stage.
There were many birds and she was especially wary of them. She was small enough to be picked up by talons but too large to be snatched by a beak, thankfully. Most of these were song birds but.. who knew if a hawk nested near by, if younglings were in the mood for oh, say.. a large cognitive spider?
The freak had stayed low and close to cover. There were things she was most certainly afraid of and then creatures whom she fed upon. Sometimes these were the same but it was rarely so. Now her feelers crept upon bark. She wanted to set a trap for food. But the trick was finding a tree that had the ideal angle of trunk and branch.
Eikos memorized her way as she went. She'd just been released of her latest carrier, a small old woman who had needed to come to terms with the end of her life. That was eikos' talent. Calming the mind or exciting it.. and her venom was hardly a placebo.
The spider's small hairy legs felt upon the branch that led to another, and that one another still. She felt the vibrations of music ripple through her 'tennas and took it in as a hum, the lilting notes translating. Here the world was peaceful and warm. Much different than the gloom of the cavern the woman had insisted on living in for so long. Sure, the ancient cave paintings had been nice to look at every so often but the bats and rats were horrendous and detrimental to hoia eikos' well being.
She was enjoying the music very much but maybe the source was cause for worry.. to be sure, the spider's mind reached out to get a feel for the source's soul ever so gently. The soft fuzz of her mind reforming like water on a lake's shore, lapping as if with a tide slowly risinging to gently ping the one in the distance...
To some the touch of her mind was frightening.. other times it was the humming sound of a propeller focused into words that briefly brought clarity and contentment. But right away she felt the inner peace from the source and wondered.
Yia sou.......
There were many birds and she was especially wary of them. She was small enough to be picked up by talons but too large to be snatched by a beak, thankfully. Most of these were song birds but.. who knew if a hawk nested near by, if younglings were in the mood for oh, say.. a large cognitive spider?
The freak had stayed low and close to cover. There were things she was most certainly afraid of and then creatures whom she fed upon. Sometimes these were the same but it was rarely so. Now her feelers crept upon bark. She wanted to set a trap for food. But the trick was finding a tree that had the ideal angle of trunk and branch.
Eikos memorized her way as she went. She'd just been released of her latest carrier, a small old woman who had needed to come to terms with the end of her life. That was eikos' talent. Calming the mind or exciting it.. and her venom was hardly a placebo.
The spider's small hairy legs felt upon the branch that led to another, and that one another still. She felt the vibrations of music ripple through her 'tennas and took it in as a hum, the lilting notes translating. Here the world was peaceful and warm. Much different than the gloom of the cavern the woman had insisted on living in for so long. Sure, the ancient cave paintings had been nice to look at every so often but the bats and rats were horrendous and detrimental to hoia eikos' well being.
She was enjoying the music very much but maybe the source was cause for worry.. to be sure, the spider's mind reached out to get a feel for the source's soul ever so gently. The soft fuzz of her mind reforming like water on a lake's shore, lapping as if with a tide slowly risinging to gently ping the one in the distance...
To some the touch of her mind was frightening.. other times it was the humming sound of a propeller focused into words that briefly brought clarity and contentment. But right away she felt the inner peace from the source and wondered.
Yia sou.......
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
| Eiko let the echoes of the halls become her music. Every step, every breath, every whisper met resonated, a tiny vibration that enlivened her senses, even in the pits of the Haven where she dwelled. She was aging, she could feel it in her hollow bones. Her webbing was casting her a prisoner here. And she began to lay sacs. Some how, in her heart, she knew these children of hers would be doomed. She just didn't know how. She didn't know how to tell the others. But she kept her silence. Peace was a form of music, it blessed her soul. |
Peace was escaping her. Now she was horrified as her once transluescent skin was becoming much more like her brother and sisters, and her limbs were stiffening. the sacs were all laid. what they would come into life as, more creature or more humanoid, she did not know, but she did know that they would see their first visions of her Haven long after she had departed.
Her glassy eyes were changing into something that glowed in the dark, her breathing was ragged as she felt the slow inverting of her bones. Her spine would curl in on itself eventually.
She accepted the pain. She pleaded to her Mother, but nothing was answered.
She disputed the significance of her being born at all. A mere year of life?
Oh, Eiko. You're disputing a year in this world in relation to the small hours, monthes, weeks, days that your siblings spent? It is no longer your time.
The voice of her mother? She wasn't sure... her conscience? Did animals HAVE consciences? She felt that she was surely a dieing animal now.
She could hear their heart beats.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
Sweat poured from her pores, Eiko's eyes were completely iridescent orbs now. They felt as if they would explode if touched. Her tear ducts were heaving, but no moisture was produced. She sighed in silence.
"You could have warned me. Mother Aranae... " her spoken words were filled with images of her past lives. Every birth and death. She realized it then. She was herself. She was Aranae. Her mother and daughter. Her own grand daughter.
She felt the strain of her bones contracting, threatening to snap as she lay spread eagle against the wall, her webbing containing her well. She heard the pulse of her growing children.
"No" was weak. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.
"You could have warned me. Mother Aranae... " her spoken words were filled with images of her past lives. Every birth and death. She realized it then. She was herself. She was Aranae. Her mother and daughter. Her own grand daughter.
She felt the strain of her bones contracting, threatening to snap as she lay spread eagle against the wall, her webbing containing her well. She heard the pulse of her growing children.
"No" was weak. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
"A year circles fast, she said."
Speaking to oneself was of course commonplace as Eiko drifted slowly. It had been months since she was born - she could barely remember the way to the nest's grave. In fact she was unsure if these were even the correct set of mountains. Everything had seemed much larger then. Now all mountains appeared the same. Most of her siblings had expired, or were uninterested in returning to the bowl, and had many generations to carry on their species.
Fear was a major part of Eiko's life these days. She didn't know how long she would live. Would a giant foot crush her flat during one of her transformations? And every time she switched, she felt used. As if a little of her life had been used, not merely energy that could be gained back with a day's rest and a hot meal. That was why she sometimes spent days in one form if she changed. It was too much to change back again and again.
This time she had decided that for traveling purposes she would be safer in her 'big form' as her recently deceased wolf-spider sister called it. She had many days ahead of her, she could tell, before she would be able to make a decision as to whether or not she was in the right place.
But what had her Great Mother meant? Words hovered in the air of her memory around her, but always just out of comprehensible reach. But I'll be back... you'll have grown so much.. it won't be that long.
Eikos silky hair fell into her eyes mercifully. A watching hawk was perched on a branch in front of her, as if he would know her to be a spider in this humanlike form.
A lie protruded her lips, "There is nothing to see here, spy."
If she could find her way to the place she was born? If she could find out how much time she had? If she could find out if she would be able to make egg sacs as her brothers and sisters had?
There would be more of her kind. She was lonely. And if it were known that one of the people most suited for a life of espionage and servitude were to beget others of that breed... her children would be slaves, or be slain in their development.
She really wished it was her nature to attack first.
Speaking to oneself was of course commonplace as Eiko drifted slowly. It had been months since she was born - she could barely remember the way to the nest's grave. In fact she was unsure if these were even the correct set of mountains. Everything had seemed much larger then. Now all mountains appeared the same. Most of her siblings had expired, or were uninterested in returning to the bowl, and had many generations to carry on their species.
Fear was a major part of Eiko's life these days. She didn't know how long she would live. Would a giant foot crush her flat during one of her transformations? And every time she switched, she felt used. As if a little of her life had been used, not merely energy that could be gained back with a day's rest and a hot meal. That was why she sometimes spent days in one form if she changed. It was too much to change back again and again.
This time she had decided that for traveling purposes she would be safer in her 'big form' as her recently deceased wolf-spider sister called it. She had many days ahead of her, she could tell, before she would be able to make a decision as to whether or not she was in the right place.
But what had her Great Mother meant? Words hovered in the air of her memory around her, but always just out of comprehensible reach. But I'll be back... you'll have grown so much.. it won't be that long.
Eikos silky hair fell into her eyes mercifully. A watching hawk was perched on a branch in front of her, as if he would know her to be a spider in this humanlike form.
A lie protruded her lips, "There is nothing to see here, spy."
If she could find her way to the place she was born? If she could find out how much time she had? If she could find out if she would be able to make egg sacs as her brothers and sisters had?
There would be more of her kind. She was lonely. And if it were known that one of the people most suited for a life of espionage and servitude were to beget others of that breed... her children would be slaves, or be slain in their development.
She really wished it was her nature to attack first.
_________________
let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
Eiko traveled through the base of a valley between two mountains that resembled the one her mother, the giant spider who had unleashed thousands of species of arachnid into the lands, had born her in.
Eiko was the one humanoid to come of that hatching and she was proud of it. She felt it was her responsibility to guide her brothers and sisters to a safer place that suited their colorings and they could grow, prosper, and multiply. Her mission only as old as herself, just one month, had led her into this water trap. Her bartered boots strode over what appeared to be a path, but Eiko found too late to be an empty riverbed.
The hours stretched over the day and the sun began to hide it's face. The clouds above thundered with a cracking and began a soft pour that Eiko welcomed onto her dusty face. The water ran down her silver blooded cheeks, refreshed her eyes vision of the muck that the soil in the air had made of her skin. She even tilted her head up and caught a few mineral-filled drops on her tongue.
Within an hour she was in panic. The water began to rise around her legs. This valley was not wide at all. About 25 paces at its widest point Eiko was in the center way between the two great structures that trapped her and the rising water. She began to climb, her body a shadow on the back of a dark structure, rising and falling with no notion of where to go except up - which was extremely hard when her boot, the one human-made object she wore was stuck in a crevice of stone.
Eiko was the one humanoid to come of that hatching and she was proud of it. She felt it was her responsibility to guide her brothers and sisters to a safer place that suited their colorings and they could grow, prosper, and multiply. Her mission only as old as herself, just one month, had led her into this water trap. Her bartered boots strode over what appeared to be a path, but Eiko found too late to be an empty riverbed.
The hours stretched over the day and the sun began to hide it's face. The clouds above thundered with a cracking and began a soft pour that Eiko welcomed onto her dusty face. The water ran down her silver blooded cheeks, refreshed her eyes vision of the muck that the soil in the air had made of her skin. She even tilted her head up and caught a few mineral-filled drops on her tongue.
Within an hour she was in panic. The water began to rise around her legs. This valley was not wide at all. About 25 paces at its widest point Eiko was in the center way between the two great structures that trapped her and the rising water. She began to climb, her body a shadow on the back of a dark structure, rising and falling with no notion of where to go except up - which was extremely hard when her boot, the one human-made object she wore was stuck in a crevice of stone.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
A rockslide ?! Eiko was already climbing up the mountainside to greet the cause of the rockslide. The tight bun at the nape of her neck relfected the light of a sun like a mirror in the daylight, as she scaled the mountainside. When she reached the fallen traveler, she got close. Her radiant liquidous eyes met the young man's stoicly. "Another mountain man.."
Eiko wasn't a woman of many words. Her head tilted and she lifted her hand to nudge slightly into the wayfarer's shoulder, testing his worth.. Her pale naked arms were becoming slightly sunburned in the heated moist atmosphere. So many people popping from no where were making her a little nervous. "Your name? I am Eiko." - APPARENTLY there were many travelers that day.
Eiko wasn't a woman of many words. Her head tilted and she lifted her hand to nudge slightly into the wayfarer's shoulder, testing his worth.. Her pale naked arms were becoming slightly sunburned in the heated moist atmosphere. So many people popping from no where were making her a little nervous. "Your name? I am Eiko." - APPARENTLY there were many travelers that day.
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.
mockingbird- the golden pooper
- Number of posts: 284
Age: 21
Location: SETX
Points: 763
Registration date: 2007-11-30
Pictures of inspiration:
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let us not be furniture.
i will look for life.
too many people want to die.
they're just waiting for their turn.
don't be alone.