Post by KyoshiWarrior on Apr 8, 2007 18:47:00 GMT -5
I like writing stories!!! but the thing about it is that i have to type for a long time or write it for a long time !!! but the work pays off! I'm writing a story(which at the end would turn into a book),it's called... Stand In The Rain.....there's so much drama in it and suprises
KEEPER OF Jun's Whip Yue's Engagement Necklace Penguins in the South Pole Zuko's Lips
I like writing quite a bit. I especially love writing stories about animals, because personifying them and having an excuse to write "paws" instead of "feet" is rather fun. Plus, I love dogs and wolves and they are great fun to write about in general.
Right now, I'm in the process of writing a story about wild dogs. It'll sort of be a hybrid between Warriors and the Ginga series*. For a clearer picture, it's like a canine version of Warriors with a Japanese twist.
It's about four clans of dogs, and each one is a different breed of Japanese dog, and the clans are named according to the breed. The four that I used are Akita, Kai, Kishu, and Shikoku. The main character is a Kai dog named Yamatora(meaning "Mountain Tiger"). The prologue is written in first person from Yamatora's point of view, but afterwards, switches to third person. I have the prologue done, and I'll post it and more information about the story in Other Creations later, but I'll post the prologue here too.
The earth beneath my paws quivered ever so slightly as row by row, our ranks stood silently with bated breath. The identical marks written in blood on the Soldiers' chests seemed to blaze with our fighting spirit as they declared the name of our Clan: Kai, the proud tiger-striped warriors that held the spirit of a great beast within the humble body of a dog. We didn't even dare to shift our attention as a rustle in the bushes announced the arrival of the other three clans. We knew them well, the familiar scents had already been upon us when we arrived. Stepping first into the dark clearing was the Shikoku Clan, followed by the Kishu, and finally the Akita. Our four Leaders brought up the rear, and each clan stepped aside respectfully as they made their way to the front of the group of their gathered Soldiers.
The Kai Clan Leader was the much respected Hoshitora. Her chest bore the same Soldier's mark as the entire fighting force of her clan, but her face was adorned with blood painted into the Kai Leader's Seal. The Shikoku, Kishu, and Akita Leaders, Akaya, Shirokiri, and Yukisaka stepped forward along with Hoshitora and bowed simultaneously to each other. Ears perked, we all waited for the howl that would seemingly resonate from the heavens themselves and wash over us without stating its source; that would begin our meeting.
Each New Moon, the four Clans gather to make important announcements, settle disputes, and carry out other actions that can be shared within the Clans. But tonight was the most important: the Halfyear, the night of the Assignments. It was the night that the pups would recieve their title as Apprentice, either for Soldier, Mother, or Father, and go under training with an older dog of the same title. I cringed slightly as I thought of what Mothers and Fathers might share with their Apprentices, but snapped back to attention as Akaya, the Shikoku Leader, began naming pups from her Clan to be called forth.
The Shikoku Clan only had three pups old enough to be Apprentices; the two males became Father Apprentices and the female became a Soldier Apprentice. In addition, a Mother Apprentice who had recently completed her brief training was to be paired off tonight. She was smiling proudly as she took her place back in the Shikoku crowd and the next Clan prepared to speak.
The Kishu Clan was next. They had been much more successful, as they had a total of seven pups ready for Assigning. There would be two more Mothers, two more Fathers, and three more Soldiers within the next few Moons. It wasn't surprising, due to the huge number of Mother and Father Assignments in the past few Halfyears. A Father and two Soldiers had also completed their training recently, and right here at the gathering, I witnessed the Bloodmarking for the first time, the final judgement of the Soldier-in-training.
The first Soldier Apprentice, without so much as flinching, sunk his fangs deep into his left foreleg, and brushed his other paw up against the bleeding wound, staining his pure white fur with red. Taking a moment to think and memorize the strokes, he touched his paw to his chest and neatly wrote out the mark of the Kishu Soldier. He then returned to his new spot in the Soldier's row of his Clan, quickly taking a few seconds to clean his wound with his tongue.
The other did the same, although a bit more nervously. He whimpered softly every few seconds and his paw was shaking when he wrote his mark, but he did much better than some of the others I've heard about. Everyone laughs at them for days before the joke wears off. My Mother had once noted that they really should cover that topic during training. When the timing was a bit more appropriate, I found that funny myself. As soon as the new Father had taken his place among his Clan, it was the Kai Clan's turn.
Hoshitora nodded as Leader Shirokiri returned to his spot at the front of the Kishu Clan, and she stepped forward. After proudly announcing that six pups were ready to begin their training today, she began naming them. I happened to know four of those six pups very well, considering that they were myself, my two sisters, and my brother.
"In the order that you're named, come forth to meet your trainer. This Halfyear's Mother Apprentices will be Akitora and Kumotora. The Father Apprentice will be Kazetora. And the Soldier Apprentices will be Kajitora, Kibatora, and Yamatora."
Yamatora... that was my name.
BTW, if you notice the repetition with the names, that's intentional. All members of the Kai Clan have names ending in tora, meaning tiger, all members of the Kishu Clan have names ending in kiri, meaning fog, all members of the Shikoku Clan have names ending in ya, meaning arrow, and all members of the Akita Clan have names ending in saka, meaning hill.
The triumphant waltz that Yamatora had rehearsed for his short few steps up to Hoshitora's side had completely been forgotten in his awe. Just the thought of standing before the Clans beside his leader was enough to reduce his proud stance into a shy, submissive slouch. As he walked clumsily into the center of the clearing, his siblings, Akitora, Kazetora, and Kajitora, gave him bright looks of reassurance as they moved past him in the opposite direction. Hoshitora awaited his arrival with no change in her expression, eyes looking straight ahead, ears perked, head held high, and not the slightest emotion evident by her tightly closed mouth and level brow.
"And now we will conclude our Assignments with Yamatora, brother of Mother Apprentice Akitora, Father Apprentice Kazetora, and Soldier Apprentice Kajitora. Yamatora will join his second sister on the path to becoming a Soldier. Be warned, the life of a Soldier is a dangerous one. You will be expected to give your life for your Clan at any time, and complete loyalty is expected of you. If thoughts of treason were to ever cross your mind, perhaps the life of a Loner would be more appropriate for your ungratefulness."
Yamatora nodded with understanding, and Hoshitora went on, the harsh tone she used to speak of treason having dropped from her voice entirely.
"By his own request, the Soldier you will be training under happens to be one you know very well. He goes by the name Haitora, the Ash Tiger."
"Uncle!" Yamatora's excited thoughts hastily found their way through his mouth, which he just as hastily snapped shut. He recieved a stern glance in his direction.
"You'll have to be sure to thank him for this special privelige. Being a Soldier and having no mate or pups of his own, he waited patiently, turning down offers to train anyone else, just for the Halfyear in which his brother's pups would be Assigned, and for a niece or nephew of his to undergo training as a Soldier. He's been waiting for you, Apprentice Yamatora, and I trust you'll make him proud and make his long wait worth it, yes?"
Displaying only the smallest hint of a smile, Hoshitora lifted her paw and held it out for the young Apprentice to touch. Apprehensively, Yamatora slowly lifted his own smaller paw and laid it on top of his Leader's. As his soft paw pads touched her smooth, straight claws, he felt his courage edge its way back into him. He closed his eyes, feeling Hoshitora's spirit swirling within him, until he felt a third paw come in contact with his and his Leader's. They both looked up.
Like his nephew, Haitora's coat was a dark smoky gray, and his stripes were inky, bold black in color. But he lacked the rare fleck of white on his chest that Yamatora was known for, and his front legs faded at the elbows from gray to dark red. His left eye was filmed over with pale blue; he had been blind in that eye since birth, but his right eye was like his nephew's, brown, alert, and watchful, with the same sort of personality reflected in its dark surface.
Yamatora came forward and bowed to his trainer; Haitora returned the gesture with a friendly smile and led him back to their place among their Clan. Many of the newly Assigned spent the rest of the meeting whispering back and forth to each other, wasting no time in sharing the first bits of information they'd already been told. Yamatora was too tired to pay much attention to the Clan Leaders or any of the discussion among the other dogs. All he heard was the parting signal: the unified howl of the four Leaders, and the sounds of the stirring dogs standing up and preparing for the short journey back into their own territories.
With a considerable amount of effort, Yamatora pulled himself to his paws and staggered along, trailing at the back of his Clan. As his paws became heavier, Haitora sometimes helped him along with a little nudge. The thick scent of the area inhabited by his many familiar Clanmates alerted him of their arrival. Yawning, he curled up in the nearest patch of bushes and fell asleep, but not after he watched through one eye Hoshitora retreating into the old abandoned human house that marked the center of the Clan's territory. There were three more of these houses, one for Kishu, one for Shikoku, and one for Akita, each serving as the sleeping and resting quarters for the Clan Leaders. Behind Hoshitora followed the six new trainers, Chiritora, Takatora, Taiyoutora, Hatora, Hishoutora, and Haitora. Yamatora just noticed now that his own Father, Taiyoutora, and his Mother, Chiritora were to train two of his siblings, Kazetora and Akitora.
He'd laugh about it tomorrow. Tonight had been far too long for anyone to fathom staying up longer. As he lay still, breathing deeply and steadily, his deep, exhausted sleep was deepened still by the rhythmic rattling of the light summer breeze against the branches of the trees overhead. Far above, a single raindrop gently descended to the ground to land in Yamatora's dark fur.
Post by outcastprincess on May 7, 2007 17:20:39 GMT -5
I love writing. Enlish is my very best subject. Right now, though,I'm tutoring people in grammar and helping teach a writing class at my public library,so I'm pretty busy. MY current projects are: I SWEAR! I didn't do it! based on my life in a small town, but glamorized. Excerpt: "Ty!" I screamed over the noise of the malfunctioning blender. "Turn it off!" "I can't!" She yelled back, exasperated. "I already tod you, it's not going to turn off! See? It's unplugged!" "Then how..."I was cutoff by a large explosion, and smoothie flying everywhere. Unfortunately, my mother chose that time to return from the grocery store. She had walked in at the exact moment the blender exploded, and was now coated with a thin layer of half-pureed strawberries and bananas. "Girls," she began menacingly TO BE CONTINUED! Ah,Haha. That really happened, 'cept it was a peach-mango smoothie!
Days of he Minute A novel..written through tankas and haikus. First tanka: Apple blossoms fall drifting oh so slowly down Like a shooting star With a blanket of color- Thoguh only the color white.
MAkes more sense in context, though.Yeah.
And... An untitled book about the magical country my friends and I made up.... ZO.
They're pretty bad right now, and all of them re ueditedso far. Wow...
Once I made a book of about 200 pages but my computer died and the whole story was gone!
it was about a kid who's mom got killed, then he became a criminal...
*huggles Dutchy* It's okay. . .
I've had several ideas for novels, but when I planned them out they didn't seem right. . . Recently, I had a spark of inspiration and I have a great new idea. Right now, I'm planning it and doing research.