01-27-2010, 06:20 PM
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Stupid Emwe is stupid
Word Count: 467 - SoSuWriMo
childhood repression: an expert at work
Emwe's tail was threatening to touch his belly but he worked to keep it from doing so. He had to work to make his ears do what he wanted them to, too, and not lie flat against his skull. The dragons that Haven described sounded dangerous, and yet.. alluring. His fear and fascination danced a strange dance, and his eyes glanced to the mark on Haven, to the forest around them, back to the mark, as if looking at a reference, and then making sure that it was nowhere near him. Emwe was comforted when Haven replied to his question, but then again, not. At first it was looking good for his theory about the creatures not existing, but then it went down hill. Ok, so if they did exist they lived far from here. But if they didn't, they were good at hiding? That wasn't good for Emwe, and once again his gaze moved nervously to the forest behind his conversation partner. Then he turned and looked behind himself, too, just to be sure, and now his self control slipped and one ear flattened itself. Still, Haven's conclusion offered some comfort, suggesting they would leave Emwe alone if Emwe left them alone. But what if Emwe was to accidentally not leave one of them alone, and they would be mad and eat him? Hell, maybe their babies was all it took to kill him off. And Emwe knew a lot about being unlucky and doing something by accident, because he did that all the time. And most of the time it didn't hurt so much, because he was used to walking into trees and falling and stuff, but dying probably would be a little worse. He hadn't been so happy today, for example, when Haven told him that he could ahve died. Suddenly the snake itself became a parallell to the dragon-like creature he envisioned, and the fur on his behind rose a little as a chill ran down his spine. He looked to the ground and bit his lip, now embarrassed and nervous at the same time, not wanting to acknowledge it but knowing that it was apparent. "I hope they won't eat me, ever." And with that sentence uttered came a realization; he had never asked what they ate! Perhaps they didn't eat wolves, in which case it would be okay, right? Because the animals that Emwe didn't eat were safe from him, and they were still scared but they didn't have to. So maybe he was scared but he didn't have to, too. Eyes widened and he gasped a little, continuing with his question right away. "Oh wait! But do they eat wolves at all?" Oh if only this question would have the right answer; then he would be able to sleep tonight.
Stupid Emwe is stupid
Word Count: 467 - SoSuWriMo
childhood repression: an expert at work
Emwe's tail was threatening to touch his belly but he worked to keep it from doing so. He had to work to make his ears do what he wanted them to, too, and not lie flat against his skull. The dragons that Haven described sounded dangerous, and yet.. alluring. His fear and fascination danced a strange dance, and his eyes glanced to the mark on Haven, to the forest around them, back to the mark, as if looking at a reference, and then making sure that it was nowhere near him. Emwe was comforted when Haven replied to his question, but then again, not. At first it was looking good for his theory about the creatures not existing, but then it went down hill. Ok, so if they did exist they lived far from here. But if they didn't, they were good at hiding? That wasn't good for Emwe, and once again his gaze moved nervously to the forest behind his conversation partner. Then he turned and looked behind himself, too, just to be sure, and now his self control slipped and one ear flattened itself. Still, Haven's conclusion offered some comfort, suggesting they would leave Emwe alone if Emwe left them alone. But what if Emwe was to accidentally not leave one of them alone, and they would be mad and eat him? Hell, maybe their babies was all it took to kill him off. And Emwe knew a lot about being unlucky and doing something by accident, because he did that all the time. And most of the time it didn't hurt so much, because he was used to walking into trees and falling and stuff, but dying probably would be a little worse. He hadn't been so happy today, for example, when Haven told him that he could ahve died. Suddenly the snake itself became a parallell to the dragon-like creature he envisioned, and the fur on his behind rose a little as a chill ran down his spine. He looked to the ground and bit his lip, now embarrassed and nervous at the same time, not wanting to acknowledge it but knowing that it was apparent. "I hope they won't eat me, ever." And with that sentence uttered came a realization; he had never asked what they ate! Perhaps they didn't eat wolves, in which case it would be okay, right? Because the animals that Emwe didn't eat were safe from him, and they were still scared but they didn't have to. So maybe he was scared but he didn't have to, too. Eyes widened and he gasped a little, continuing with his question right away. "Oh wait! But do they eat wolves at all?" Oh if only this question would have the right answer; then he would be able to sleep tonight.