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Heaven’s not enough…if when you get there it’s just another blue…and heaven’s not enough…you think you’ve found it and it loses you….’

   In the dim morning hours, just before dawn, nothing could be heard resonating from the white marble shrine that sat upon the hill, overlooking the ruins of the once grand elven city. Lush green grass moved with the cool wind, and the delicate green tendrils of the over hanging willow trees brushed the marble pillars of the building softly. There it stood, cold, open, and empty, awaiting someone to come. To fix it, to love it as everyone once had. In the distance, the ruins of buildings, markets, and temples could be seen in the softly growing sunlight. Untouched for hundreds of years, they were covered in ivy, and soiled, but the brilliance of what once was could still be seen shining through.

    The dense forest next to the ruins harbored the regular criminals, birds of paradise, rabbits, deer, falcons, and the occasional magical creature as well. Unicorns, fairies, and griffins were just a few of the creatures inhabiting that forest. Phoenix could often be seen flying over the ruins, and the few who were still residing within miles from the old city knew why it attracted such supernatural creatures. For in the fight to protect the shrine's greatest treasure, all the magic of the elves that once lived there was used to overcome the invaders. The noble elves had made one last, great stand at the shrine, and it was there that everyone died. Man, woman, child, all had used their very beings to defeat the invaders, and it is here, at this shrine, that our story begins, and ends.

    ‘You’ve thought of all there is…but it’s not enough…and it loses you in a cloud…There most everything is nothing…that it seems…Where you see the things you only want to see…’

    Silver. Soft, warm, and mournful. Silver tears met the ivy strewn marble floor, falling from the heartbroken eyes of an elven maiden. There she was, in what must have been the most beautiful room of the old shrine before it was abandoned, hovering over her last hope. Warm sunlight broke through the cracks in the ceiling, and landed on her ivory skin, causing her to shiver slightly. With the new warm sensation, and with grief. For there, staring up at her, from the flat of his back, was an elven male, his dark amethyst eyes locked on her face.

    “You know…”he muttered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, “You’re so beautiful…when you cry…” She stifled a cry of anguish, and felt her bottom lip begin to quiver, as more tears brimmed her eyes.

    Wincing, the ebony haired youth lifted his hand, and wiped them away, smiling.

     “Vincent…” the maiden whimpered, warm tears falling down her pale cheeks, and landing on the white marble floor.

    “No need to even tell me I’ll be ok…” He winced, and smiled again softly, “You and I both know…that…that…”

    Slowly, she scooted herself around, and with gentle movements, placed his head in her lap. “I…I just don’t understand why…it had to be you….” She murmured, feeling tears begin to brim once again and began to delicately run a slender hand through his hair.

     He groaned quietly, and still smiled, as he looked again into her eyes, “Remember…when we first met? At the lunar festival, in Mourir?” She smiled affectionately, and nodded.

    “You were watching me…while I was performing the dance of great light…” lifting her gaze from Vincent, the youth looked out the cracked window frame, and watched as a phoenix flew over the forest beyond.

    ‘I’d fly away…to a higher plain…to say words I resist…to float away…to sigh…to breath…forget…And heaven’s not enough…If when I’m there I don’t remember you…and heaven does enough…you think you know it…and it uses you…’

    His voice brought her back, and she wiped a few more tears away. “You were so enticing…swaying, and moving with the music like you were…”

    Smiling, the youth recalled the same night, “You were hiding behind the statue in the main garden, and those violet eyes of yours never left me. I could feel them the whole time…”

Vincient began to laugh, but in mere moments, it turned into a hacking, horrible cough. When all was said and done, the maiden had to wipe the crimson from his lips.

    “Y-You were wearing a silver dress…” he muttered softly, remembering, “The way the light bounced off it…and onto your beautiful face…I was in love the moment I saw you.”

    She forced a smile. Lifting a hand, the elven male took a soft curl of her silver stained indigo tresses, and began to twirl it around his finger, carefully.

    ‘I saw so many things…but like a dream…always losing me…in a cloud…’

    “Salune…” she looked up at her name being mentioned, and saw his eyes begin to droop, “I want you to remember me…ok? I-I love you….I…lo…”

    His eyes were almost shut, and the elf began to panic. “No…Vincent …stay with me…” she moved again, after laying his head on the marble with care, and hovered over him, tears falling down her face. “Vincent….Vincent! No! Wake up! I love you…you can’t leave me…you just can’t leave me!”

    ‘Cause I couldn’t cry…cause I turned away…couldn’t see the score…didn’t know the pain…of leaving everything really far behind…in another life…in another dream…by a different name…’

    His violet eyes were shut, and a soft smile still played across his lips, but he was gone. Feeling grief like no other, she only prayed a quiet prayer for his departed soul, before grabbing a fistful of his black shirt, and placing her head on his chest, weeping horribly. “It was all my fault…”

    ‘Gave it all away…for a memory…and a quiet lie…and I felt the face of a cold tonight…still don’t know the score…but I know the pain…of leaving everything really far behind… and if I could cry…and if I could live what truth I did then take me there…’

    Sniffing, and looking through tear brimmed eyes; Salune gazed at the serene face of her beloved. His ebony hair was a bit disheveled, and his normally tan skin was beginning to pale. Shaking, she leaned over him, and softly let her warm lips caress his. “I love you…I always will….” Slowly, she laid herself next to him, and placed her head on his chest.

‘Heaven Good-bye’

Full name: Viviette Crevan
Pronunciation: Viv-ee-et
Nickname(s) or Alias: Viv
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown – looks mid to late 20's
Birthday: Unknown - she was 'awakened' on January 11th.
Nationality: Unknown
Religion: Unknown
City or town of birth: Unknown – created in a Lab located in Dublin
Currently lives: As a rogue, moving from place to place.
Languages spoken: Unknown
Relationship Status: Unknown – single in her current state
Photo or Drawing (If Applicable):

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE 
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 145 lbs
Figure/build:  Slim/Athletic
Hair color: Auburn and gold
Hairstyle: Long waves, with long straight bangs
Eye color: Hazel normally, green when overly emotional
Skin/fur/etc color: Pale skin. Her ears and one of her tails are the color of a red fox. The other tails are of various fox fur colors (Black, white, swift, tipped, etc)
Tattoos: A black roman numeral for the number 9, on her left wrist.
Piercings: None
Scars/distinguishing marks: a few small cut scars on her face and hands.
Preferred style of clothing: Easy to move in.
Frequently worn jewelry: Silver rings.

PERSONALITY 
Personality: Cold by nature. She is standoffish and difficult to approach at first, and her trust is not easily earned. She hides who and what she is, as she's still unsure herself. But once her trust is gained, she won't be easy to get rid of.
Fears/phobias: Doctors, needles, medical equipment, etc.

SKILLS 
Talents/skills: She's stealthy, able to blend into her surroundings with ease. Her improved hearing and eyesight makes her a valuable thief to befriend.  The ability to communicate with Shiri (Her soul kin) telepathically makes for a useful talent in a tight spot as well.
Ability to operate Airships, etc.: None.

HOUSE AND HOME 
Describe the character's house/home: Unknown – She currently has no known home.
Significant/special belongings: Unknown

CAREER 
Level of education: Unknown
Current job title and description: None.

COMBAT 
Peaceful or aggressive attitude? She prefers stealth and range over blood and glory.
Fighting skills/techniques: Ranged weapons are her go-to, but claws and teeth work when cornered.
Special skills/magical powers/etc: She has the ability to communicate telepathically with her soul kin named Shiri. Shiri looks like a regular red fox, but gives off a powerful magical aura to those sensitive to it. Though the pair think that Shiri has magical abilities, nothing has shown itself yet.
Weapon of choice (if any): Recurve bow
Weaknesses in combat: Not a strong user of firearms, and is susceptible to fear tactics where pain is involved.

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES 
Parents names: Unknown – Created and 'awakened' by Dr. Josephus Barrett 
Are parents alive or dead?  Unknown
Is the character still in contact with their parents?  Unknown
Siblings?  Unknown
Relationship with siblings? 
Other Important Relatives: Unknown
Partner/Spouse: Unknown
Children: Unknown
Best Friend: Unknown
Other Important Friends: Unknown
Acquaintances: Unknown
Pets: Unknown
Enemies? Dr. Josephus Barrett,
Why are they enemies? He plans to recapture her and kill her.

BACKSTORY 
She doesn’t remember much before the Tear, as she calls it. Flashes of bright light, constant pain, and surgical masks are the only memories she can muster up, until the day her soul was ripped apart. Her memories of any previous life she might have led died in the same chamber as her original body. 

She was created by Dr. Josephus Barrett, though she was a failed experiment. Barrett had intended to recreate mythical creatures from various cultures and ancient texts. He had successfully created multiple specimens, but Viviette was to be his first- human-like creation. She was intended to be a Kitsune, a fox- like shapeshifter and trickster, which often took the form of a woman with vulpine ears and nine tails. However, something went wrong during her creation, and her soul was ripped apart, creating two creatures instead of one. 

While Viviette looks like what a Kitsune is expected to be, she has none of the magic that they were known to have. She has no ability to change her appearance, and in fact is plagued by the fox parts. The other half of her soul took the shape of a red fox, which the Doctor named Shiri. This fox inherited all the spirit power and magic of the Kitsune, but could not alter her physical form, rendering her a failure as well. The pair managed to escape the lab, after discovering their split soul allowed them a form of telepathy with one another. Working together, they had managed to overpower the Doctor and his attendants, and flee the facility.

The pair have been on the run ever since, fearful that Barrett will track them down and either destroy them, or use them for further experimentation.

Viviette Toon by Me

How long she had dreamed, she could never recall. Days, months, years, it all ran together.

The dreams were pleasant, filled with the people and places she no longer knew words for, and small moments of a life that would never be allowed to continue. Always, he was there though. A man of dark hair, and even darker eyes, in every moment of the dreaming he was there. But why...she didn't remember. But the synapses in her brain kept firing off the same word: Áedán.

There was little she recalled about the day she was 'born' to her new life. A few muffled words, a blinding light, but most of all she remembered pain. Excruciating pain. The kind that felt like your bones were dissolving, your skin was being shredding apart molecule by molecule, and your very blood was made of liquid fire. The attempts her altered body made to ease the pain only resulted in violent thrashing, which broke the tank that held her. This new body was stronger...

No more was she surrounded by the liquid prison that kept her slumbering. No. She was born into her new life amidst pain and violence, ripped from a now forgotten life and forced into one she never wanted. Her eyes stayed closed, as tentative movements of her altered limbs told her she lay in a pool of the liquid, naked, on some sort of smooth surface. But there was something more. Every noise was painfully loud, and when she attempted to cover one ear, she found it in the wrong place...and replaced with that of a fox. She had tails now, 8 of them, and every movement from them caused a violent spasm of pain to rip through her body again.

Footsteps now...Gods, they were so loud, like claps of thunder. Then the soft tenor of a male voice, "Hello Viviette."

Her eyes flew open.

Werewolf by Teyoliia

"Yes, yes yes", I tutted, acting as nonchalant as possible, "the big bad Beta is trying to intimidate an agent of Dinas while wearing his fur in public."

Reid's eyes seemed to blaze brighter in the darkness. Shapeshifters were notorious for keeping themselves under strict control, but they never could seem to keep their eyes from giving away their true emotions. Especially when they were angry.

"Can we turn down the headlights a bit", I asked, "My date might see."

Fur melted, leaving bare skin in its place, and where a monster had stood previously, a man now took his place. I made sure to keep my eyes locked with his. No need to look down and see something I didn't need to.

"Date?" The word spat from his mouth like venom. He clearly had a distaste for it. Odd though, since he'd never seemed to care much about my life outside of work before.

"Yes, date," I crossed my arms in front of my chest, taking a more defensive posture, "Johnathan has been trying for months to get me to go to dinner with him. He happened to have tickets to the ballet, and I happened to have a night free from vampires and demons."

Reid scoffed, his anger quite apparent at this point, "It's not even your favorite!"

"Excuse me?"

How in the hell did he know Sleeping Beauty wasn't my favorite? It's not like we've ever talked about it in-between trying to track down the undead and wayward shapeshifters.

"How can you eat dinner with a man who doesn't know that you don't eat meat?! He ordered you a steak for crying out loud! You'd rather eat your own arm than eat a steak!" Reid was raging, throwing his arms up, pacing naked back and forth. Good lord, the man was crazed.

And he had been following us.

Oh good God above, the Beta of the Canis tribe was trailing me. He was gathering information on my life, noting what I liked and disliked. If he was following me, he had probably been staking out my work and home as well. I began putting all the clues together.

He was breaking into my territory.

He had tried to feed me.

He had stolen something valuable of mine and returned it unharmed.

He was trying to claim me as his mate.

Werewolf by Teyoliia

"Thank you", I muttered softly, letting him lead me down the icy steps.

Johnathan was nice enough. He worked as a liason between the Mayor and Dinas, which meant our paths crossed fairly often, and he wasn't a stick-in-your-ass government type, which meant he was tolerable too. He had been pestering me for months to have dinner with him, but with my job and the ever increasing tensions between the Tribes, I kept finding reasons to get out of it.

But tonight, he surprised me with tickets to the ballet, and I simply couldn't say no. He had found my one weakness. When you worked a job as dark and soul wrenching as mine, sometimes you just needed a quiet evening surrounded by beauty. We saw Sleeping Beauty, and it was ethereal.

A black sheen covered the steps as we left the theater, and Johnathan offered his hand. Ever the gentleman. Evening gowns, heels, and ice never mixed well. He helped me descend the steps easily enough, a goofy smile plastered on his face as he watched me try to diligently traverse the stairs.

Blue fire erupted from the darkness across the street.

That was an eye-shine I knew all too well, and the sight of it chilled me. It belonged to the auburn haired pretty boy that the Canis Tribe called their Beta.

Reid.

"Excuse me for a moment," I smiled at Johnathan, motioning toward the shadows, "I think I see a friend over there who I haven't seen in ages. I'll just be a minute."

He gave me a strange look, but let go of my hand so I could cross the street alone.

I had expected a man when I approached, but oh no, not tonight. That was expecting too much of Reid. A sickle clawed, seven foot tall monstrosity was creeping in the shadows, his eyes pure ice.

Now, how to handle this like the eloquent and intelligent government agent I was?

"Did some little werewolf forget that we don't wear our fangs in public?"

Yes, that was great. A + Aislyn.

Reid let out a low growl, flashing his eyes at me again. I had hit a cord apparently.

Werewolf by Teyoliia

“Aislyn..”

I heard a familiar voice break the silence of my dark house.

“Go away, or so help me I will get the vacuum out.”

The resulting growl was all the response I needed to know that I had hit the nerve I was looking for. Without opening my eyes, I turned over in bed and put the extra pillow over my head. There was a blissful amount of nothing for a few moments, until I felt a weight on the mattress.

“NO. No dogs on the bed. Go home, I don’t like strays in the house. They smell.”

Well, that did it. Implying that a shapeshifter smelled was just about the biggest no-no in the ‘How to Handle Your Fearsome Furry Friends’ handbook. A painfully loud snarl ripped through the room, and before I could block the inevitable pounce, I was swept off the bed, and pinned to the floor.

All I saw when I looked up was devastatingly blue eyes. Well that was bad. Reid’s eyes were naturally dark brown.

“I do NOT smell.” He growled out from between clenched teeth.

With a roll of my eyes and a shrug, I sighed, “So sorry. The musk could have fooled me. Is it mating season in the Canis Tribe?”

His teeth snapped less than an inch from my jugular. Despite the fact that he was still in control, and still in human form, this sudden outburst wasn’t like him.

“Touchy tonight aren’t we?”

When he brought his eyes back up to meet mine, there was a strange light in them I didn’t recognize. Something I had never seen from a shapeshifter, let alone from the Beta of a tribe. His voice cracked as he spoke, “They killed the Alpha. They killed my mother.”

Alright, it's that time of year again, so I'm going to preach this for the people in the back.

DO NOT BUY YOUR CHILD A BUNNY FOR EASTER.

Sure, these photos look cute, but all of these bunnies are being held improperly, and could very easily hurt themselves.

This is the proper way to hold your rabbit.

The sun was beginning to set, casting shadows over the river, and blanketing the buildings of Wichita with darkness. Most people would think it was a pretty scene, but not me. I knew better. I know what hid in the shadows of this city.

My current mark was an Asin.

Wichita had never had one take up residence, at least not that I knew of. Dinas records might show otherwise, but I had no way of looking that up now. I had been an agent with them for five years, doing the dirty work of keeping 'what goes bump in the night' from the unknowing citizens of the city. It wasn't easy work. Especially when you were the sole liaison between Dinas and 5,000 antisocial shapeshifters. But that was another story completely.

I was just starting to walk the paths of the Nature Center when I heard it. The soft soprano of a woman singing. The song had a sad cadence to it, almost like something sung when trying to console oneself after a great loss. It was a very clever lure for her prey.

I wracked my brain for information.

"She's a cannibal", I muttered softly, "From Alsea tribe legends. Sings to lure children into the forest."

Of course, once she had them, she ate them. That wasn't exactly the ideal outcome...

Werewolf by Teyoliia

I froze.

My eyes were locked onto the distinct shine hidden in the treeline, and a cold shudder ran through me. Slowly I stood up from the corpse I was examining, my hands in the air, and my breathe coming in ragged waves. There was only one thing in Wichita that had such a distinct greenish gold eyeshine, and it was 7 feet tall, grew fangs and sickle claws, and went by the name of homo lupus.

A Werewolf.

A loud growl reverberated through the dark parking lot, as massive furred feet met the pavement, moving with a terrifying determination. There was no use in running, and it knew that, taking slow methodical steps, its eyes shifting quickly from the woman's body, to me. I had received an anonymous tip that there was a shapeshifter in trouble, and since I was the only Dinas agent with any clout among the tribes, I was sent out to investigate. When I arrived though, I found only a dead woman, her body left out in the open for anyone to find.

The wolf moved closer, blue eyes made of pure fire, and a snarl that promised instant death on its muzzle. The pelt was pure black, which was odd, but not unheard of. But it was the claws I was mostly focused on now. Easily six inches long, and all too happy to splatter my organs on the pavement.

“I work for Dinas,” I stammered out, “I received a tip to help a shapeshifter in distress.” The monster was closer now, far too close, and I felt the air on my face as it snapped those massive jaws toward me.

“I'm only trying to understand what happened. I only want to help.” I began walking slowly backwards, my hands still in the air, my throat bared in an act of submission. I had helped the Tribes before, I had bled and cried for their dead, and this was my reward. Flayed alive by a werewolf on a rampage.

“Just ask Jade, the Alpha of the Felid Tribe, I've helped you before! I only want to help again...I only want to-” a barking snarl cut me off.

It stalked me, matching each of my steps with its own, until my back was pressed against the warm brick of one of the buildings bordering this lot. In two steps, it was towering over me. I closed my eyes, waiting for claws to begin tearing into my flesh.

Nothing happened.

A distinctly male voice broke the silence, “My name is Reid...and the Canis Tribe needs your help.”

Well, it's been decided. I've been struggling with the desire to write lately, and I figured it was time to do something about it.

Hence this weird new blog.

The goal of all of this, is to force myself to write. Not just fiction and prose, but anything really. From real life events, to short stories, to whatever is happening the news. I just need to make myself put words down. Which is far harder than I thought it would be.

So, a few rules I'm going to stick to on this weird new adventure:

• There will be a 500 character minimum on every single post.
• I must post every day, with very few exceptions for holidays, extenuating circumstances, etc.
• If I miss a day, I have to double my character count from the previous day. 

So if I miss 2 days due to laziness, that's 500 characters from the first day, and another 500 characters from the next, meaning a total of 1000 characters on the next post. Miss another day, it's 2000, and so on and so forth.

Might not be a great plan of action, but the thought of having to write 2000 characters is sure as hell going to motivate me to write SOMETHING.

So now that all that explanation is out of the way, I hope you enjoy the insanity I feel like this blog will become!


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