Relaxing

Figured I would do something a little different this time.

We have a guest here for the evening but I’m not going to lay a hand on him

Don’t worry, I’m not leaving the company neglected. Fell is playing hostess this time.

It’s been ages since I’ve just sat back and watched her work

So here I am, comfortably stretched out on the ground; typing away while she plays her game

Heh… the game isn’t going to last long if she keeps up like that though. She should really let the poor boy breathe a bit more. Ah, she does so like to leave them breathless. She tells him that the rope around his neck suits him well… though she put it in much more colourful terms. I do agree with her appraisal, but I don’t think he shares that opinion.

I want to join in but I won’t

This one is hers

Don’t feel too bad for him, dears. He had just finished stomping on someone else when we got our hands on him.

Oooh Fell just fetched her tomahawk

Heh… He screams beautifully for someone who was acting so tough

At least his hands are free now. Granted, they are no longer attached to him but, you know, small victories.

She looks so lovely, streaked with his blood

I just know he’ll make a great meal once she’s through with him. I’d love to taste his blood. I think I’ll try cooking him with cider and sage… mm that sounds good … Figure if I’m not going to take part in the kill, I will enjoy the aftermath

I’m impressed that he is still struggling at this point. He’s still trying to push himself away and kick with his one remaining leg.

Oooooh I so want to tell her to switch to more subtle means… prolong the suffering but that’s my style not hers. I won’t interfere.

There we go. It’s done. Time to get cooking

Seven sketches

Been drawing over the past while so I figured I'd finally share a few.

Here are some of the silly ones to start things off:

This is a quick sketch I did of Hart and Fell.
Heh.. They do get along so well

It's been quite the experience, getting accustomed to Skein. Never really thought it would express itself in the way it has, and yet, here we are. Skein has its likes and dislikes which it has made clear to me through little impressions and words. This drawing captures some of that for which it has expressed a degree of fondness or attachment. It likes Hart, Ritter and, most of all, Fell. Probably influenced by my own attachment to her... but then again... It does like some things way more than I do. Coffee and apples for instance.
Heh... When it first started really talking to me, I was drinking some coffee to sate the strange cravings I had been getting. All of a sudden, I heard this cute, child-like, innocent sounding voice in my head, gleefully reciting the name of the beverage. Had to explain to Fell why half of the coffee was now on the table and I was laughing and coughing.      

The other pictures are not quite so lighthearted.
Been having some vivid dreams so I decided to put the images on paper:

 praying child

My body was broken. I could not move. My flesh had been stripped away, as was Skein. I was being suspended by a hook. I could hear the sound of my blood hitting the floor. This sound was soon joined by that of breathing. Something else was in the room. Somehow I knew it wasn't human and I strained my half dead eyes against the darkness to see it

burning cabin

 Four hands extending towards each other, connected at the wrists by Azoth

Ritter, falling away to ashes

I think that was about everything for now...
Hm... Here's a happy little video to end with

Roy has gone on his way

I’m not going to tell you where I brought him or where he disposed of his collection; just that he is no longer a holder and he is no longer here. These past couple of months have not been easy. In addition to learning how to fight the destructive influence of the items; to resist the lure of those feelings of power and false hope that they gave him, I have been trying to help Roy overcome the guilt and grief that was weighing him down. He isn’t completely clear of the latter yet, but I understand….

There are some things that one just can’t let go of

Back to the point, we both knew it was time for him to stand on his own. I have done all I can for him and whatever path he takes now, is his alone to travel.

Don’t get me wrong- Despite the difficult situation I did enjoy his visit and I was sad to see him go.

Good luck, hero. Remember what you have learned from all this and use it to avoid repeating old mistakes.  

Late Xmas post

Since some of you are getting all excited in the fucking comments I thought now would be a good time to make a Xmas post. I know it's fucking late, that's why I called it that in the title so shut up.

I hope all you dolphin rimmers had a fucking delightful holiday. We had a great one here. Way the fuck better than last time. We even had a tree to decorate. It was so tiny and scraggly that Charlie Brown would probably laugh his ass off at it but we still had fun making some decorations to stick on it.

The Wolf baked some shortbread cookies and molasses cookies. I helped. She’s been trying to teach me how to cook again. I’m doing my best to learn. I still fucking suck at it, but at least nothing was on fire this time.   

She gave me a present when I woke up Xmas morning. It was a necklace made to look like Auryn from The NeverEnding Story. I gave her a doll that I had made for her. It was a white wolf. It’s the first doll that I’ve made that I thought was good enough. The Wolf liked it way more than I thought she would. When she saw it she thanked me, started to cry and gave me a hug.

We gave Hart a real mask to replace that cheap ass bandana. It looks like a deer face. We also got him an old computer game called Phantasmagoria. He seemed pretty happy with that. He gave me some old Goosebumps books. Fucking great nostalgia! He gave the Wolf a copy of the Satanic Bible as a joke about her being called a demon. She did her best evil laugh and Skein came out to make horns on her head. We got some new clothes for Roy too, since what he had was in shit shape.

Carmine got a Xmas present too. The Wolf let the stupid shit die. She fucking slowly impaled what was left of him on that thing he had made for her. She stared him in the face the whole time, watching the light go out. She looked so peaceful. It was fucking beautiful.    

New Year’s Eve was alright too. We went out and watched the fireworks. The Wolf held me close as we watched. She’s been spending so much time with me, taking me out on dates. We went out to a museum and then to dinner a few weeks ago. The museum was pretty cool. I liked the rooms that were dedicated to the plants and animals the best. I didn’t know there were actually wolves here once. The Wolf explained what happened to them as we looked at the preserved one that they had on display.

The restaurant we went to after wasn’t so cool. The waiter who served us was a fucking asshole. I think he was weirded out by the Wolf’s appearance, even tho Skein was mostly hidden by her clothes and hair. We didn’t let that prick ruin our night. After we left, we walked for a bit until the Wolf pulled me into an alley. The next thing I knew, I was being held in her arms as she used Skein to lift us up to the roof of one of the buildings. We sat there for a while, looking up at the stars. It was cold, but cuddled close to the Wolf, with her arms and Skein wrapped around me I felt warm.

Coughing coming from the alley below made her let me go for a minute.  The asshole was down there hacking up a fucking lung. I knew what she was thinking before it happened. She speared that guy like a fucking fish and pulled him up. I watched all the different pretty shapes she broke his body into. 

Anyway, that's all I had to say. Have some music. This song has been stuck in my head all day