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Thread: Out of Anguish (NurseMaxine and Traveler)

Awentia Fawn had lived in the small Delaware village all her life. The Delaware were a proud but peaceful people, who didn't trouble their neighbors that is until the white man arrived and brought with him his quarrels. At first, the pilgrims stayed close to the seacoast and left the forest to the native peoples, who were more at home with nature, and didn't seek to bend it to their own will, but as the greed of the European Kings taxed their own brothers beyond what they could bear, they also brought their guns and their tyranny, and soon the peace of everyone was threatened. Awentia lived a happy childhood with her mother and brothers and sisters, her father though was a chief and so was consumed with the affairs of the village and the training of young braves. The women were expected to be useful, bear children, and generally to care for them at least until they were twelve, when boys began their training as braves. The girls began to prepare for married life as soon as their mothers thought they were ready and Awentia was no exception. She was a beautiful girl with smooth brown skin, Raven hair and jet black, almond shaped eyes, her chin was tapered, and her body was slender, but shapely, and she was a tiny thing at barely 80 pounds. Her hand s were tiny and delicate. Well suited to giving care. She was promised to Ahmik beaver and would marry him as soon as he could earn her price. As the daughter of the chief though, the price was high. It would cost Ahmik many pelts to pay for her. Awentia looked forward to that day since being age 16 she was reaching the age where a maiden was expected to marry and having children. She cared for her infant brothers and sisters as her mother was a very fertile woman who brought great honor to the chief for his 14 sons. He had but 3 daughters who, though they were highly sought after, would have been happily traded for just one more son. None of this concerned Awentia for she had assumed that nothing in her life would change from the normal situation which she had known all her life. All would change though when the roar of British cannons and musket fire disrupted the camp on a sunny afternoon. In barely an hour, the entire village was laid waste, and all that remained of it were smoldering fires, trampled huts and dead bodies. Red coats, revolutionaries , and Delaware all died with equal ease when a cannon fired. When the guns fell silent, she looked around and saw nothing, no one alive. She alone was the sole survivor, or so it seemed. That is until she heard a weak moan coming from a crumpled uniform that lay in a heap. She crawled through the piles of debris to the sound and there found a soldier barely breathing and moaning with pain from his many wounds. She lifted his head to her lap and instinctively rocked him gently, trying to give him comfort. She was clinging to the only thing she knew, giving comfort.
Thread: Out of Anguish (NurseMaxine and Traveler)

Awentia woke as he explored his wounded body. As she lifted her head her eyes went immediately to his, and her heart leaped in her chest as she saw light in them. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but it was still dark and the fire was still burning slowly. She laid more wood upon it to make it burn brightly and then, picking up the pot of water and her bit of chamois she resumed her looking over his body now that she possessed the strength to continue. She unbuttoned the shirt from his chest and slowly ran her tiny hand over every square inch. His chest was well muscled, and though it was bruised his eyes showed her no sign of severe pain or concern at her touch. Seeing the blood soaked into his trousers, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and started to explore the skin beneath. Finding the hole where the arrow had entered, she cleansed it as best she could. The entrance hole was small but bleeding, which she regarded as a good sign for as long as it bled of its own it was less likely to redden and rot. She followed the arrows path just under the skin all the way down to the ankle. It was just beneath the skin. She knew well enough that she could not pull the arrow out . To do so would leave splinters behind and lead to a certain death. She looked at the man, her face having a sad but gentle look. Uyo ayelodi im sorry osda adanedi nvwati this is good medicine she said softly in Cherokee. What she would do next would hurt him badly but might save his life. She had seen the medicine man do it before, and having butchered many an animal she was skilled with a knife. She picked up the bayonet and seeing the panic in his eyes, paused and rubbed her nose against his and kissed his chest gently. She washed the bayonet in the water and then heated it in the fire. She had seen the medicine man do this before, and hoped that as it had when he had done so, it would bring healing spirits upon the knife. She placed hs hand upon her thigh as if to give him something to hold and draw comfort from before again kissing his chest. She leaned over the injured thigh and slit the skin the entire length of the arrow in on mercifully quick cut, then lifted the arrow in one piece from beneath the skin. The grip of his hand on her thigh was terribly painful but she knew it was nothing compared to what the man had just endured. She got up and went to the stream, dipping clean water and pouring the cold liquid liberally over the almost thirty inch wound. The hard part was over, what remained now was in the hands of the great spirit and she cuddled down beside him in an effort to keep him warm and offer what ever comfort she could. The fire was burning well now and it kept them comfortable for the most part. When it was light she would seek out some herbs. Though they would be scarce in winter she hoped at least to find some mint. Her hand gently massaged his chest in an effort to ease his pain. Tears stained her face, as she felt his pain in her heart. She had not wanted to hurt him, but she had felt that she must and now she quietly prayed that the great spirit would heal him.
Thread: Out of Anguish (NurseMaxine and Traveler)

Feeling the man move she woke again for possibly the tenth time that long night. This time he was awake and thankfully not writing in his sleep as before. Each time she had held him and struggled to keep him from opening the two foot long ugly red gash that her bayonet had created to remove the arrow. The wound was drying and weeping with serum, It needed to be covered with something clean. She looked at his pants. They were hopelessly soiled, so taking the bayonet she cut a strip of chamois from her dress from hem to waist, it was just long enough. She went to the river and softened and rinse it in the clear flowing water before returning and laying it over the gash. She spread it smoothly helping it to form to this leg and tied on with thin strips also torn from her skirt. The wound was now covered, and being chamois it would not stick to the wound and could be removed and washed. However, her dress now provided less warmth and even less modesty as it was open to her narrow waist. She was cold from the stream and she again snuggled against his uninjured thigh and side wrapping hers over his. Her warmest flesh pressed tightly against his hip. She laid her head again on his chest and pulled a bear skin over them to keep them warm. She rubbed her nose against his chin and sang an eerie soft melody that was obviously Indian and unknown to the man. Her hands again played at the hair on his chest and stomach slowly, lightly moving over his now warm flesh. As her hand strayed randomly lower, she bumped his manhood, but this was not an occasion for shame but rather curiosity as she took it in her tiny hand exploring it with her fingers. She grinned with amazement and curiosity as it seemed to change form in her hand. She had no idea its higher function. She had only observed that in babies she had tended, that one kept it pointed away if you didnt want to become wet. She held it gently like a stick. And just laid there quietly, gently and absent mindedly rubbing its smooth shaft in her hand. She had loved how he had played with her hair before and hoped he would do so again. It had made he feel warm and maidenly, and the attention he gave her made her feel loved. This was a strange combination of feelings and it made her face and neck warm. The feeling was spreading quickly through her core and settling between her thighs. She getting damp and felt a distinct tingling. This was all so new and her heart beat like a little drum pounding in her chest. She looked up at him grinning and giggling, a direct response to the feelings welling up within her. Her eyes shown like a pair of black marbles.
Thread: Out of Anguish (NurseMaxine and Traveler)

He moved in his sleep, first in agony over his leg, but then as his manhood swelled and hardened his dreams became more confusing. He felt the heat and panic of the battlefield as he ran in his dream. The dead bodies began to reach up and catch at his legs, but they were not all trying to hurt him. Not all of them. He felt some of them licking him as he passed, others touched him with longing fingers. Others stabbed at him with talons. He was sickened and thrilled, and beneath it all was pain. Alexander slowly came to consciousness in the morning light. He felt a warm pleasure on his shaft, something that he had only felt before in the secret confines of a darkened room. His breathing was shallow and ragged as he collected his bearings. He could feel the little Indian woman snuggled up to him, her slim leg stretched over his. He felt his body being massaged in the most delightful way and realized with a shock that it wasn't his own hand doing the stroking, but hers. His eyes widened. The heathen was touching him! She was seducing him! He clamped his hand over her wrist with a shuddering No no no no! What are you doing to me? His grip was trembling conflicted. He didnt want her to stop but he knew that this was wrong . What she was doing was what boys did to themselves in secret shame in their beds. Girls didnt do this! They certainly didnt giggle and look at him with sparkly eyes as if it was something normal that they did all the time for fun . I cant, he gasped, knowing that she probably couldnt understand, yet having to voice his thoughts. I dont--its not he shook his head, and finally whispered Im sorry as he shook his head. His eyes said what his words couldnt he really enjoyed what she was doing, but it as something he couldnt do . Hed be damned for sure, all the way to Lucifers fiery dungeons. She wasnt his wife and she was a savage, and some of the people didnt even think that 'they' were human. He feared for his soul and he also feared that the stories about them having teeth down there were true hed never touched a woman let alone been touched, and certainly not like she was touching him now! Something in her eyes told him that she couldnt be rejected, not today. Alex drew her towards himself, still keeping his hand on her wrist, and put her hand on his chest. That was okay he couldnt see any reason hed be damned for just holding her. Here. His other arm pulled her closer. He closed his eyes for a moment as he laid his head back down, stilling the breathing that had grown almost panicked. Now he felt more in control. He turned his face towards her and kissed the top of her head, his lips brushing her dark mysterious tresses in a soft apology. Im sorry.
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Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

this little area of the site intrigues me and with the amount of rambling i do to myself in my head i thought it might be nice to have a space where i can put things down in words it's simply self-indulgent, the things i say making only sense to myself at times a lot of it probably sounds really stupid too but because no one knows me on this site and i don't even know myself i can just word vomit here and not impulsively delete it within the several minutes after submission i see that there are people who like to comment on the journals and such of others so i'll just put a disclaimer that talk really isn't my strong suite should someone say something here, it will be read but do not expect a reply back not because i am angry or ignoring you just because i am drawing a blank one more thing, i'm not sure if there are rules on what one can ramble about in their own journal space but mine may contain themes of self-mutilation, suicidal ideation, and drugsalcohol ugh, i hate how pity mongering that sounds but i just don't want anyone who may decide to lurk to be caught off guard if they are made comfortable by any of that. note to self when plagued by boredom, spruce up this post with some of that basic coding knowledge you always neglect
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 9th 2016 218 AM yesterday the negativity of whatever cycle dictates my mind began again as a result i just started sleeping more sounds good opposed to when the other cycle is dominant, when i barely get a wink of rest. but that cycle is also what fuels the creative processes of my mind. now i am just stagnant, like a lake just sitting in the middle of a pine forest, not a single breath of wind, not a ripple of waves funny because yesterday was when i relapsed as well. i say that but it had been less then a week since the last indulgement into self-mutilation. i'm just glad i learned to not let it go for months and months ago. i was just rotting away until i picked p a blade again. that very same day when i went to socialize with friends they all thought i was high. i wasn't. i just finally found what made me feel good again. it happened work of all places, i know all the camera blindspots and at my work i can get all of the free blades i could ever want not sure if that's what caused myself to become polar opposite again, or maybe it was just the natural way my wiring seems to flip and flop like a fish out of water i decided to start keeping track anyways, see if there is some sort of average timeline. perhaps that statistic would be useful for me provided it is even real the wind is comforting outside, one minute it is gone, silent, the next it is picking up and screaming like a creature hungry for flesh kind of like how i feel. apathetic and content, fearful and full of rage. like a switch someone won't stop flicking. anyways, the wind is blowing around a dusting of snow across the empty streets, another thing that also feels comforting. by day, thousands of vehicles pass by on that road, never stopping until it reaches these dark hours. suddenly it's like time has frozen and i am the only thing left on this planet. as one of my favourite tunes puts it Then, later, came the night shift - the lost people emerging from shadows and beds of pain to walk the same streets In search of fixes, money, and bars, Gradually fading away with the dawn. 228 AM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 9th 2016 1014 AM i hate the way this old house creaks with every gust of wind it makes my guts leap into my throat every time as i think someone has stepped up behind me and is just standing there doing nothing just watching but there's no one it is just the noise 1015 AM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 10th 2016 618 PM They only miss you when you're gone. So there are only two options. Make sure there is no one there to do the missing. Or leave them missing forever. There's a sort of rot, decay, and descent to everything. That lock and chains I am behind does not necessarily need a key. It is ever so slowly rusting, wearing away, breaking apart piece by piece, and eventually it will break apart. 622 PM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 15th 2015 928 AM damn it was barely any codiene but finally i feel at least relaxed and content shit when theis wears off but oh well i got more i should just play some games, pet my cats, do the good things 929 AM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 17th 2016 420 PM ironic start time is ironic but it's opiates that give me the jumpstart just in time to go back to work sarcasm gotta mull through it until the weekend again just zoned out for a minute there hm this weekend the word has just been bored that's what happens when your muse and inspiration is suffocated 426 PM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 18th 2016 532 PM i don't think anyone can quite understand the feeling of being hunched over a toilet expelling your guts into the sewage because every fiber of your being is laced with such a powerful self-hatred your body and mind wants to destroy itself in anyway possible 533 PM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 23rd 2016 506 AM I hate these memories that only I seem to know are they even real? No one around me shows any sort of recollection about anything I mention it's not even anything major It's all minor things, possessions I've owned, small 'flashbacks' or maybe they're just stories got to try and convince myself i'm real sometimes Sounds stupid It's hard enough when I dream I have to lie in bed for at least twenty minutes, often times more just trying to convince myself whatever that dream was that it was just that fake, not real, not in this scape of reality Because every fiber of my being is trying to tell me that it happened I can barely even remember things that happened a few months ago, let alone years People will bring things up, I will lie and just nod my head I've always been called a ghost for several reasons A nickname that has stuck And even with people who do not know that nickname I have, they'll say something related to it eventually you're like a ghost maybe i really am Who knows I certainly don't 511 AM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 23rd 2016 351 PM I hate when people bring up the subject of boyfriendgirlfriend jokingly or not just fuck off I don't ned my head slandered by all of it I know how things are going to go and where it is going is nowhere i can't deal with my own bullshit, let alone anyone else what's the chances of someone actually tolerating me being almost completely mute living inside my own head 90 of the time Not able to be happy unless i'm consumed in substance or so out of touch with reality that i probably just look like i'm daydreaming what i want most in the world is just another warm body to take naps with in the sun To share in quiet company to lay out in a field beneath the stars and not say a single word to me Someone who I can share with my favourite music that means so much to me but no one wants that They want money, stability, a normal unmoving and unchanging life i can't offer that Home doesn't feel like anywhere 355 PM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

February 25th 2016 809 AM It feels like the slump is coming back it's so hard to write, i just stare at a blank screen, at the jumble of letters that make up my keyboard, into my mind for any combination of words to make up a sentance and nothing yet at the same time i am able to expel things onto canvas and 3d planes with no trouble. it's all mixed up. 810 AM
Thread: 「 musings of a ___ 」

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Thread: Forbidden Desires (Frogger x Vyze)

For years it had seemed that James' life had been constantly going down hill, he used to have a good life, a good job, a beautiful woman who he was in love with, but one bad decision changed all that. James had always had commitment issues, he found it hard to fully devote himself to one person out of fear that things may not work out, of course, in his head he knew this was a stupid mentality, if he thought like this for the rest of his life, he would end up alone, but it was not something he could fix and was something that always made him feel uneasy around the person he was with. James knew that this would cause him problems at some point and when it eventually happened, he only had himself to blame. James' girlfriend at the time had started to become more and more agitated about this side of James, James knew this was the reason for their constant arguments, but in his head he was never in the wrong. After weeks of what felt like a very shaky relationship and one big argument, James finally made the decision that things was just not going to work, he left and did not return. James spent most of his days after that regretting what had happened, but because of his pride he never went back or tried to fix things, in honesty he did not know whether she was the person he was supposed to be with, but he was frustrated that he threw the chance to find out, just because of his personal shortcomings. A few years later, although James did not make any more contact with his ex, he did find out she had a daughter, he always thought if it was his, she would have told him, but the thought lingered at the back of his mind, a part of him knew it was his, maybe it was just the timing or just a gut feeling, but James knew he had a daughter that he knew nothing about. Because of this happening, it affected James more than he would have liked, he didn't date again and he had even lost a number of his past jobs due to his lack of concentration, he tried to tell himself that nothing can be done now, but still it does not improve the situation he is in. James wanted to have one last attempt at a fresh start, he was determined to try and forget the past and finally get on with his life, he recently got a new job at the local high school, James wasn't always a teacher, but it was something he enjoyed doing, for now at least and this time, he was going to give it his all. James arrived at the school early and arrived to the class, obviously, he would not be teaching his new students everything, but he would be their main teacher, so he wanted to make sure to get to know them all and try to help them the best he could. James wrote his name on the blackboard behind him and as he was waiting for all the students to arrive he started looking over the register, one name stuck out, his only thoughts were. It can't be. Although he did not know her face, James was sure his daughter was in this class.