Kaze-o-Kaeru

What’s taking so long? This is stupid. Why did she break up with me? LOL! FYI UR… Rhan hunched her shoulders as the chaos of New York’s overcrowded city streets bombarded her already overfilled mind with more sensory input. Every unvoiced thought, text message, and keypad tapped complaint was picked up and absorbed by Rhan’s telepathy. She swallowed thickly. Her heart began to race as another of her chronic panic attacks set in. The shear amount of unwanted information from the human tide threatened to swamp her. She placed a hand to her temples and rubbed. Then Rhan scrubbed the visor that sat snuggly on her pal

Background information: The main character Vanora (Scots Gaelic for White Wave) is a member of a seafaring culture that humans call Mer-people. They appear human but they can breathe under water. Though attributed to mermaids, her society is actually a group of human clans that have become very tied to the ocean. Their language is lyrical and is closely related to ancient Gaelic. They call themselves  The Muira or The People of the Sea. This name is derived from the Irish Gaelic word Muir which means ocean. They spend their entire lives on boats made of wood that they salvage from islands or uninhabited sections of coastline. Because

Fantasy Race Template Name of race: Geographical location: are they all in one place, or are they in scattered locations? Common physical attributes: hair color, eye color, skin color, fur, tail, ears, nails or claws, wings, etc. Reasons for these traits Beliefs (non-religious):  gender roles, superstitions, myths, legends, etc. Weak and strong points: are they warriors? If so do they fight often, sometimes, or rarely? Is their culture based on conflict, like the Spartans or are they a mix of different ideals. Religion: one deity, or many? Do they have a strict dogma or is it more open? What is their worship based on? – Nature, an

Pain. It was the first thing that Raeda noticed as she began to return to consciousness. Her head was pounding like a drum. The pulsing of blood in her ears was even worse. She lifted her right arm up towards her face and almost screamed as a horrible stabbing pain shot through her shoulder. A cool hand was suddenly placed on her good shoulder, as someone gently pushed her back down into the bed. Her vision was still too blurry to make out any definitive features. Then a warm fluid was poured down her dry throat and her eyelids grew heavy. In no time she was fast asleep. "She shouldn't be here Ichinose." The young man in question turned

Flashback: 20 years earlier A tall man stood in the doorway leading into a two bedroom apartment. His reddish brown hair had a natural spikey-ness to it that no amount of hair jell could tame. Colene stared at her lover with tears in her eyes. "Why?" She murmured, fighting back the urge to cry.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Because, I was given a formal challenge. My culture's rules state that I have to fight him." "What if you don't return? What will I do? Our child is a month from being born!" Colene was crying hard now. Tears ran down her pale cheeks and into her white blonde hair. Her Love gently wrapped his arms arou

Howling shattered the peace of the early morning air. Raeda shot straight out of bed, her silver rimmed azure eyes scanning her bedroom frantically. Since she was already on her feet, she hurriedly got dressed. There was little time for much else. "Sis, there's another one. I can hear it! - wow, your hair is really messy." "I know Christopher. Now will you hand me that hairbrush?" Standing in her doorway, Christopher stared at his elder sibling with wide innocent eyes. She couldn't get too mad at him, but lord was he annoying. She rushed down the stairs, yanking knots out of her flaming auburn hair as she went. She snatched up her all-pur

Now her true identity was laid bare. She was dressed in a black sleeveless shihakusho with a black jacket over it, the latter of which had her clan symbol embroidered in white on the left sleeve. The symbol was of ancient Gaelic origin. The three interconnecting circles, each one representing an aspect of the cycle of life, were surrounding a snarling wolf's head. "Life, death, and rebirth, but when placed together it represents immortality; with the wolf being the ultimate symbol of the hunter."   Her sensei's words echoed in her mind. I never did understand what the hell he meant by that.