The Werewolf and the Fairy.

There was once a man, he was a common, everyday human. One day when he was eighteen he would be attacked by an unseen attacker and suffer a bite on his shoulder. The bite was deeper than anything he felt before, going to the bone. It wouldbe days later, at the full moon, that he would change and lose his humanity. He would become a werewolf himself and go into the woods.

There was also a fairy princess, she was gifted beyond measure and her beauty was unparrelleled. There would be people that would hurt her for her position and gifts, due to this, she roamed the wood near her kingdom often for the solitude and freedom.

One day, both would be captured. He in a beartrap that threatened to take his leg, and she in a small cage of raw iron. At first, only at first, she was terrified of the wolfman. He snarled at all that drew near to him, but when they got close to her cage, he snapped his jaws or swung his razor sharp claws. When the captors slept that night, the werewolf stretched out, tearing his leg open worse to do so, and grabbed her cage. Using his strength due to the curse, he ripped the cage door off to free the princess. While he did not know her of her gifts, he did know she did not deserve the fate that awaited the following day... the day they would both be killed.

Now free of her prison, she could return to home, to what and who she was. However, she grew to love the beast in that moment and she could not leave him to die himself. Using her gifts, she freed him and together they escaped the hunters and disappeared into the deepest wood.

For months they would hide their relationship and blooming love. She would continue her life and steal to the woods at night to the planned place to meet her love. Eventually she made a choice to live with the being she loved more than life in his territory. The wood. At first, this was like a dream for them both, however, reality does creep into dreams.

One day, his worst fear would happen. In their passion, he lost himself and acted on instinct... he bit her just as he too had been biten. While she would be immune to his curse, the damage was done. He had sworn to never bite her, she swore to never fear him, but both broke that promise that day. In that moment, she forgot the man he once was, the man she saw, and she only saw the monster he had become. Her reaction was to flee to the safety of her kingdom, his was to win her back. To become again the man he was once, at any cost.

Sometimes there is no happy endings, but he plans to make their story one with happy ending. To prove a werewolf and a fairy can be safe and happy.

Isn't it amazing?

Isn't it amazing how one can claim to be your friend yet stab you in the back?
Alicia's boss and "friend" Anna lied to Alli, telling her that Alli would get her unused personal time in a paycheck as one does when they quit. Yeah, that's right, the $200 she was due she was screwed out of. They put it as she was terminated... BEFORE she quit. We're talking a day or so beforehand.

Isn't it amazing how life seems to enjoy kicking you when you are down?
So we're up to our armpits in crap... why is this happening? What does God want us to learn? We're trying to rely on him... but we're in trouble. We have NO money... NO income... NO real hope for better. I spent a few hours getting job applications but at this point even if I get two part-time jobs it'll be like a band-aid on a broken leg.

We're screwed.

Isn't it amazing how something can become a part of you and when it is removed... you feel naked without it?
I had to shave off my goatee for apping... something small yeah but I have had the face-fuzz for several years now. My face honestly feels WRONG. I know it sounds weird but I can't explain it. It doesn't feel right. Something small yes.... but now I look like a fugging 12 year old. I don't look like "me".

Annnnnnd the rewrite...

The Origin of Khongol Hackinemupp

The present in the story actually happened when Khongol was new. I hope you enjoy:
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"Why not be a Shaman?"

"Simple, Mom, I gotta be in the thick of battle. Not standin' around and slowin' the enemy. 'Sides, remember me in school? I hated ta study."

"How about a Beastlord?"

"Great… then I’d be the joke of the group, even worse than Rangers and Bards. And I ain't that good with animals."

"Rogue then. You can still fight but be safe."

"No, then I wouldn’t be trusted. I NEED ta fight, not poke it with little knives."

The Barbarian woman, Tehmpest, sighed and shook her head, sending her then blonde, shoulder-length hair dancing. "Fine then, you can be a Warrior." This admission was ironically difficult coming from the Warrioress.

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Snapped from the memories, the Barbarian man swung his axe rending his foe in twain. The chuckle which had been in his throat was promptly cut short at the terror-filled scream, "TRAIN!!"

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"Urthak, Tehmpest... yer son's got issues with rage." Dargon McPherson told them with a sigh. He did not like letting down one of his Guild's finest Warriors. "A berserker such as him ain't safe. not jest fer the Warrior Guild, but fer himself as well."

The Guild Master lowered to his knee and touched the young Khongol on the shoulder. "I'm truely sorry, my boy, ya'll never be a Warrior." The Guild Master lowered his head a moment and then rose. "May the Tribunal and other jut gods of Norrath bless ya, Khongol, as ya seek yer place."

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With a quick sweep of his golden eyes, Khongol promptly found the source of the shout. It was a Teir'Dal Shadow Knight and a Human Druid. Under his breath, the gravelly voiced Barbarian muttered, "Dun they know that BlackBurrow ain't safe? 'Specially fer Druids."

With a push of his powerful legs, Khongol leaped from the platform he had been resting on and landed between the battered pair and their canine attackers. The couple had just passed where Khongol now stood and paused their escape to gawk at the kilt wearing man. Khongol bellowed at the two the command, "Run fer Qeynos Hills; I'll handle these mutts." With a sharp glance he saw they were still there, he repeated himself once. "RUN!"

"What about you?" The Shadow Knight asked, worry hinting in his harsh voice. Clearly he had not spent much time in Neriak.

"I'll be fine. Go now!" With that, Khongol raised his greataxe, whose head was made of solid glowing Velium. After seeing the pair run up the hill and make for the exit, Khongol then turned his attention to the small army which began to pass the man.

As he focused on the slobbering, dog-like Gnolls, he could see an aura-like color about each one. Once he saw a red aura, he had his target. A quick strike with one of his blunt throwing axes was all it took to knock out the knee of the Gnoll Guardsman. The Halasian was rewarded as the beast howled in pain and turned to face the one that inflicted the injury upon it.

This also had the side effect that the entire ocean of fur, teeth, and steel no longer cared for the fleeing prey... but rather the being that was sacrificing itself. The Barbarian who wore golden chainmail.

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"Dad, I decided. I'm gonna be a Berserker. Like ya are." The young Khongol told his father one afternoon.

With a gleam of pride in his unblinded eye, Urthak responded. "In that case, inside my bank is my old Glowing Velium Axe as well as some old gear. Take it; it's now yours."

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After introducing the Gnoll train to the gods of Norrath personally, Khongol knelt down nearby to bandage his wounds. It would be far better to loot the corpses after he had attended to his wounds rather than having another of the beasts jump him in surprise. He was aware of his company before the voice came from behind. "What in the gods' names are you?"

He could not help but smirk as he rose and turned to face the speaker. It was the couple he had just saved singlehandedly. While the Druidess began to magically heal his wounds, Khongol answered, feeling pride swell in his breast. "I'm a Berserker."

The Shadow Knight looked at the piles of carcasses and shook his head as he chuckled. "I have heard tales of your kind before... but I have never seen any... or what they can do."

Khongol rested his axe on his healed shoulder to allow the woman to continue her work as he spoke her her guardian. "Dun ya know bringin' a Druid here's suicide? The Darkpaws hate anyone from or with anyone from Surefall. Ya both coulda been killed."

With a meek voice, the Human woman spoke. "We didn't think this would have happened. We thought we could handle them... but then three came at once. So we had to run." A moment later she stood and stepped back to slump against a large rock to rest. "Well, that is the best I can do. I'm out of mana.... would you mind if we looked you up again? To group with us."

Something different... something I wrote years ago

The Origin of Khongol Hackinemupp

The present in the story actually happened when Khongol was new. I hope you enjoy:

"Why not be a Shaman?"

"Simple, Mom, I want to be in the thick of battle. Not standing and slowing the enemy down. And remember me in school? I hated to study."

"How about a Beastlord?"

"Great… then I’d be the joke of the group. Even worse than Rangers and Bards. And I’m not that good with animals."

"Rogue then. You can still fight but be safe."

"No, then I wouldn’t be trusted. I NEED to fight, not poke it with little knives."

The Barbarian woman, Tehmpest, sighed. "Fine then, you can be a Warrior."

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Khongol chucked to himself as he rent his foe in twain. At that moment, he heard a terror-filled scream, "TRAIN!!"

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"Mr. and Mrs. Hackinemupp, your son has issues with anger." Dargon McPherson told them. "A berserker such as him is not safe. Not just for the Warrior Guild… but also for him."The Guild Master looks at the young Khongol, "I’m truly sorry, my boy, you’ll never be a Warrior."

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Khongol sees the source of the shout: a young couple, a Shadowknight and Druid. Under his breath he wonders, "Don’t they know that BlackBurrow isn’t safe? Especially for Druids."

Leaping from his perch on a ledge, he lands before the battered pair, who were heading that way. "Run for Qeynos Hills; I will handle these mutts." Noticing the two were still lingering, "RUN!"

"What about you?" the Shadowknight worried.

"I’ll be fine. Go now!" With that Khongol raises his glowing axe.

Watching the two run up the hill and over the bridge for the exit, Khongol turns his attention to the small army starting to pass. Focusing on the dogmen, he sees an aura-like color about them. Seeing a red aura, he swings a Blunt Axe at the Gnoll Guardsman’s legs. The beast howls out in pain as its knee is knocked out of socket.

The ocean of fur, teeth, and weapons no longer cared about the invaders fleeing… but rather the Barbarian clad in golden chainmail.

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"Dad, I’ve decided. I’m going to be a Berserker like you." The young Khongol told his father, Urthak, one afternoon.

With a gleam of pride in his good eye, Urthak responded, "In that case, inside the bank is my old Glowing Velium Axe along with some old gear. Take it; it’s now yours."

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After personally introducing the gnoll train to the gods of Norrath, Khongol kneels down to bandage his wounds. From behind him comes a voice, "What in the gods’ names are you?"

Upon turning around he sees the Shadowknight and Druid. While the Druid begins to heal his wounds magically, Khongol answers, "I’m a Berserker."

"I have heard tales of your kind before… but I have never seen any… or what they can do." The Dark Elven man says while looking around at the piles of carcasses.

With a sigh Khongol asks the Teir ‘Dal, "Don’t you know bringing a Druid here is suicide? The Darkpaws hate anyone from or with someone from Surefall. You both could have been killed."

With a quiet voice the Human woman spoke, "We didn’t think this would have happened. We thought we could handle them… but then three came at once. So we had to run."

Stepping back and slumping onto a rock she then adds, "Well that is the best I can do. I’m out of mana… would you mind if we looked you up again? To group with us."

2008

You know, a new year is supposed to bring hopes and dreams. A chance to grow and learn and better yourself as a human. No one is supposed to have the year my family did. No one... so why? That is a question I have been asking for over a year now. "Why?" Do you want to know what made this question plague me? Not many know every detail.

December 17th, 2007 - I woke up and heard Mom and Alicia talking before they tell me I am watching Logan for an hour or two. Mom was going to get Dad from work and Alicia had to go to work. He was not due until 5, it was almost noon. Something was wrong. After two hours Mom and Dad come home and I could feel the tension, I rarely saw them have a full-blown fight. I found out that day he was fired. The excuse he was given was because he spent the last year practicing Nuclear Medicine without his certification, now he had paid to get his liscense up-to-date twelve months before. This was bullshit. The reality was, his partner, Barb, had a case ongoing against some higher-ups in the hospital... Dad was the only witness (and he could prove the manager way wrong) so by firing him they could cover their asses as he would be deemed a hostile witness.

January 1st, 2008 - Many friends wished me a Happy New Year, I felt that the year was going to be the worst I ever had. Boy, I had no clue what was coming in 72 hours.

January 4th, 2008 - It was an alright day, I was nervious as hell. You see, a few days before I made plans... alright... I asked Katie on a date. I was going to meet her at work and we were going to go out. Hadn't thought it out, I was thinking about going to Taco bell to eat (hey, don't judge! We always went there when it was the two of us.) and then I didn't know, I was going to play by ear. So I did not eat that night with the family. They were having fish, I forgot what kind. I was in a shower when Mom stepped on the porch for air.... 30 fucking minutes.... all I was in the shower for. I came out to Alicia banging on the door screaming at me to get out. When I did I saw why...

Mom was laying in the doorway between the porch a living room groaning. We fought to get her in the house because she was limp like a boiled noodle. It wasn't long before she started screaming out. I STILL hear her screams... When this was happening I had to distract Logan. I deluded myself into thinking he was okay, they would get oxygen in her, benedril for the allergic reaction... so Alli took me to meet Katie. As I waited, I got a call from Dad. Mom had died. I called the only friend from EverQuest that I had the number for, she passed the word to my guild leader, Portrich, and they spread the word around the server. Luanna (Tehmpest/Luannah) Kirback had passed away before she got to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, I found my way to the waiting room where Dad was with Allen (the fucker), Greg (our family's friend and former pastor), and Billy Salser (long time friend, "Uncle Billy"). I was expecing accusations for not being at the hosptial... I don't remember who hugged me first. I remember that Dad asked if I wanted to see Mom before we couldn't. He warned me it was not pretty... if you never saw someone what sufficated to death, you can't imagine. Part of me doesn't want to describe... but I have to. She was literally blue. It is not a joke, her skin was BLUE in places and almost grey in her face. I forced myself to look, to burn the image into my mind. I forgot why... I guess as a punishment for being selfish. We returned to the others, I was quiet... processing everything. Why did I go? Alicia and her best friend, Sarah, had gone to River Rouge to find Crystal as her phones were not working.... they got back later, by then I lost all track of time. Nor did I sleep at all that night, and that began my trend. You see, I laid awake and all I could hear was Mom's screams.

January 6th, 2008 - I went to church on Sunday morning for the first time in months. I had to go. They had to know and I hadn't gone to youth since December 20th as we had been planning to move within the first week of January. Everyone knew something was wrong, I was in the back, not with everyone. I was quiet, I was never quiet. Now I really wasn't loud... but never silent. I told them... Brett looked like I kicked him in the stomach, Barta and Matt too. Jaime looked like she was going to cry.

Happy New Year, Zack. Enjoy this... this is the high point.

January 7th, 2008 - We had the memorial service for everyone downstate. We had easily 200 people come in and out. The ones that stuck out were Brett and Stacy (his wife), Adam Barta and his wife, Steve and Alicia, and Chip. They came for me, they knew I needed them. Jaime had sent a message that she wanted to come too, but she couldn't get off work early enough to make it. It had been a week... and I hadn't cried yet. Another trend...

January 8th, 2008 - The move, we abandoned our home so the park could sell it and moved in with my mom's mother. Things were going to go downhill faster than before. You see, she drinks... and she gets really emotional when drunk.

January 10th, 2008 - The funeral, again I locked myself up. Again I did not cry. I don't remember much, I barely recall the date. This is another trend. Times and dates and days don't mean anything to me it would seem.

January 21st, 2008 - I had told my family I wanted to SKIP my birthday. I didn't want to even acknowledge it. They did not give me that. They had a small party for family (as I have no friends up here). I just wanted to be left alone.


Over the next three months I would be in a routene, eat a little, play games, go on walks... whatever to try to forget myself and new reality. I would be blessed with times on EQ (the first day back, I swear 90% of the server sent me tells telling stories of how they knew Mom and all felt her loss). I would be cursed with times off the "game". Want to know what EQ really is? It is a living, breathing community that is found in a game's setting.

We would job and house hunt, eventually settling in Cadillac. Alicia would be the only one to find work, and now she may be losing it. We would have visits by EQ friends, making them real life ones too. The days would flow into one, which is rough when you take into account I got only 1-3 hours sleep (if lucky) during the first 6 months of the year.


April 22nd, 2008 - Mom's birthday and (Uncle) Mark and (Aunt) Brenda's wedding anniversary. Needless to say it was a hard day. They married that day as Mom had a large hand in their relationship, supporting and helping Brenda with the distance thing. So we spent the night with them as an anniversary party.

May 11th, 2008 - Dad and Logan's birthday. We celebrated Logan's birthday but not Dad's. Why could we skip his and not mine?

June 30th, 2008 - Mom and Dad's anniversary, Mark and Brenda came over with the kids. The night's a blur but they were there to try to help Dad forget himself.

Late July - An old email buddy popped on Yahoo IM for the first time in about 2 years. I get talking to her and find out the name I knew was a pen name. Her real name was Laurana Adams. This is important for a few reasons. One, I saved her from herself that day, and she saved me. We would talk every day and after only 2 and a half weeks, we knew there was something there.

August 6th, 2008 - Laurana and I became a couple. An online relationship, something I swore to never do again. Hell, after Cassie then the failed attempt at a date I didn't want anyone. Ever. Laurana saved me again that day.


The relationship with Laurana has been rough and bumpy, sometimes stop and go, but somehow we made it this far. In seven months we can meet face-to-face as we promised her parents we would wait for her to become 18. Her mother has become a living hinderance, as she seems to hate me though she claimed otherwise. Actions speak louder than words, Winter.

December 10-12, 2008 - I learned you can go home again. It may be different but different is not always bad. You see, Alicia had court on the 11th in Detroit for child support, so she and I went home. I went to visit the youth to see how they were fairing with Brett now a pastor in Georgia. I had told them on Decemeber 20th, 2007 that I would visit when they don't expect it and it will be a surprise. I came in like I always did before the move, and was not noticed. This made me smile. I took my coat off and put it on my normal seat (middle section, front row, left most chair). That was when Bustin (Justin Brown) realised it was me. He called my name and came over, this prompted Jaime to squeel/scream "ZACK!". Now I NEVER saw BJ (her boyfriend) to be distracted from a game, but he was and looked around to see me.

I spent the night with my friends, some people until the end I hadn't thought really liked me. People I discounted as friends as they wouldn't want me around. I was so wrong. I did many things out of character, first I played the game BJ led, I NEVER did that. I was also open to Jaime and filled her in on everything... Laurana had pulled me (mostly) out of my shell and Jaime saw it. I miss them. And I look forward to going back to visit. Now I won't say when, but the PLAN is soon.


This was my year. I have grown more this year than before but... at high cost. I pray for this new year... but I am now cynical. So we'll see what comes.

Sleep....

No I never get enough, I'm sick and tired. Sleep... No I never get enough, if I don't show up I might get fired.

Okay, so i'm not that bad. I am exhausted... and I got more sleep this weekend than in a LONG time. But it was a busy weekend. Family's (Un)Thanksgiving/Christmas thing was Saturday. I should be uploading a few pics later but... meh.

I'M NOT DEAD THOUGH!

Sad day for the world

First Obama was elected and then Michael Crichton died on the same day.

/headdesk

Last night before I crashed, my best friend, Stephanie, and I had a fight. You see, because of our history, I was afraid to tell her about my relationship with Laurana. Not shame in my girlfriend in anyway, but fear of losing the one person to stand with me through thick and thin for a couple years now. For the longest time we were more than friends, and details there are private so don't expect a post on how.

The fight wasn't about Laurana, it was because I was afraid she would ditch our friendship over me getting a girlfriend. After so long and so many fights and hurts and yet she stayed (and yet I stayed too), why did I worry annd LISTEN to that fear? My worry is that she's gone for good now... But I can't... won't listen to that worry. Or else I take her for granted. I just have to wait for her to calm down.


I hate waiting....

Ramblings...

Sometimes, I wonder if Laurana can do better than me. She says no but sometimes I do wonder. Habits I have, things I think/say/do, etc all scream to me reasons she needs better in a boyfriend. Many things I am so ashamed of I cannot speak of them, I try to not allow myself time to think on them. But so often it fails. I wish I could bleach my brain to get rid of the vile and unneeded junk, to be pure for her. Alas I can't.

Why do memories need to be so damn complex?