Post by Janalee on Aug 1, 2005 21:20:12 GMT -5
Name: Janalee
e~mail: StrangelyDreamt@yahoo.com
web adress: www.geocities.com/feignedmoon
sample page: www.geocities.com/feignedmoon/pega/nomvula.html
Number of C'banae: one
Last minute URLs: none, or above I suppose *half grin*
Description/story: (*smiles apologetically at the wordiness*)
The sun was just barely over the horizon, yet already promised a bright, burning day in the desert. The c’bana smiled almost triumphantly at it, and then lowered her head back to form a curled ball in the shallow hollow; it was easy enough to avoid the worst of the day’s fire. After a moment she shifted slightly, nearly napping already, when she heard a call behind her. She groaned, and hoped that maybe he hadn’t seen her yet, that the dull copper scales along her back and tail matched the brush and sand too well.
“Pangolin Child?” No such luck apparently. She waited another moment anyway, trying in vain to make him feel awkward standing at her back, before replying with an overly-dramatic sigh.
“I do have a name, and it’s not ‘Pangolin,’ despite my good looks.”
“Would you prefer ‘Shaman’s Wife’ then?” She could hear him grinning.
She snorted amusedly, despite wanting to be annoyed. “Someone’s been listening too long to the old stories, I see.” Lifting her head resignedly, she looked over her body without glancing at him, trying to figure out what had given her away. She had taken special care to hide the white horse hairs beneath the wider scaled-tail this time, and was pleased to see it wasn’t that anyway.
She continued her search, ignoring him as he said, “And it seems someone hasn’t been listening enough.” He smiled at her anyway, and touched her back hoofed leg to quicken her investigation. She frowned at the black limb with its bold reddish-orange stripes; it never did seem as comfortable curled up as its pawed counterparts. As she was busy with that, he took the opportunity to also touch the place on her forehead where the scales started, causing her to jump back and then crinkle her eyebrows at him. He merely smiled and said, “Black or white is easily defined as well. Come along, my friend.” She glowered at his back as he trotted off, but decided to get up anyway; if she was going to be harassed, she may as well get an adventure out of it. And she was sure she could get him into some kind of minor mischief...she grinned to herself as she shook the sand off her dark fur. Without thinking, she took a moment to glance at the sun, seeming to accuse it for her lack of a nap; as she caught herself doing it though, she laughed and shook her head. Apparently she had listened to more than enough of the old tales too. Still smirking, she moved off slowly into the desert after his retreating form, already making plans for the day.
Random funneh to amuse the Pega: *also tries to find something funny online* explodingdog.com/january2/spacetothink.html Well, it made me laugh anyway.. :0P
e~mail: StrangelyDreamt@yahoo.com
web adress: www.geocities.com/feignedmoon
sample page: www.geocities.com/feignedmoon/pega/nomvula.html
Number of C'banae: one
Last minute URLs: none, or above I suppose *half grin*
Description/story: (*smiles apologetically at the wordiness*)
The sun was just barely over the horizon, yet already promised a bright, burning day in the desert. The c’bana smiled almost triumphantly at it, and then lowered her head back to form a curled ball in the shallow hollow; it was easy enough to avoid the worst of the day’s fire. After a moment she shifted slightly, nearly napping already, when she heard a call behind her. She groaned, and hoped that maybe he hadn’t seen her yet, that the dull copper scales along her back and tail matched the brush and sand too well.
“Pangolin Child?” No such luck apparently. She waited another moment anyway, trying in vain to make him feel awkward standing at her back, before replying with an overly-dramatic sigh.
“I do have a name, and it’s not ‘Pangolin,’ despite my good looks.”
“Would you prefer ‘Shaman’s Wife’ then?” She could hear him grinning.
She snorted amusedly, despite wanting to be annoyed. “Someone’s been listening too long to the old stories, I see.” Lifting her head resignedly, she looked over her body without glancing at him, trying to figure out what had given her away. She had taken special care to hide the white horse hairs beneath the wider scaled-tail this time, and was pleased to see it wasn’t that anyway.
She continued her search, ignoring him as he said, “And it seems someone hasn’t been listening enough.” He smiled at her anyway, and touched her back hoofed leg to quicken her investigation. She frowned at the black limb with its bold reddish-orange stripes; it never did seem as comfortable curled up as its pawed counterparts. As she was busy with that, he took the opportunity to also touch the place on her forehead where the scales started, causing her to jump back and then crinkle her eyebrows at him. He merely smiled and said, “Black or white is easily defined as well. Come along, my friend.” She glowered at his back as he trotted off, but decided to get up anyway; if she was going to be harassed, she may as well get an adventure out of it. And she was sure she could get him into some kind of minor mischief...she grinned to herself as she shook the sand off her dark fur. Without thinking, she took a moment to glance at the sun, seeming to accuse it for her lack of a nap; as she caught herself doing it though, she laughed and shook her head. Apparently she had listened to more than enough of the old tales too. Still smirking, she moved off slowly into the desert after his retreating form, already making plans for the day.
Random funneh to amuse the Pega: *also tries to find something funny online* explodingdog.com/january2/spacetothink.html Well, it made me laugh anyway.. :0P