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kbkwhen I can't read, I write. so. only shorts here because the long isn't finished, but, y'know, it's around ten thousand by now...
of the pack - Dr Who, "Survival"
I am of the pack. But I live by my strength, my speed, the sharpness of my teeth. None will help me, weak as I am. None will care for me in my injury. That is the way of the pack. If I survive, I shall return. If not… I shall not.
And yet here is prey which approaches me, speaks with me, brings me the healing water… Here is strange prey indeed. Perhaps she is not prey. A distant memory that tugs at my brain, of a time before, a time when I became a hunter… Perhaps she is of my ilk. Yes. The blood is gathering within her. She will be a fine huntress indeed. Yes. She will be my sister.
And in time, a very little time, I hear her blood calling to mine, and I answer her call with one of my own. “Come hunting, sister,” I cry. And she comes, running towards me… yes, running, we must run free, wild, together, we must display our strength and our speed and our glory, we shall run into forever and we shall be invincible.
We pause, at the place we met, and I call the mounts, and we ride to the smell of blood. She is strong, and wilful, but she has not yet let go of her life as prey, and she talks, and questions, and will not listen to the call of the blood that is the only important thing in the world.
And then she leaves me. A small man, strangely garbed, and she runs to him, hiding her face against him. And as they turn to go, he stares a challenge at me.
What power has this man, to take my sister from me? None. He has power only in that she gives it to him. Soon, my sister, soon you will truly be one of us. Soon you will see, and you shall break from the shackles of your former life and you will be free, to hunt, to run beneath the silver moon and cry your good fortune to the stars. Soon, sister. Soon.
cake of finality - X-Files
"But Scully, this is the Cake of Finality," Mulder attempted to explain. "You can't eat it, or the Universe will be destroyed!"
Scully, PMS-ing like crazy, could only see that this cake - this wonderfully chocolatey cake, piled high with cream - was absolutely crammed with all the sugar she needed. She reached out for it, anticipating the rich taste of it in her mouth, only to cruelly be denied as Mulder picked up the plate and held it high out of her reach.
"No, Scully," he said, reminding her of the tone she used with Queequeeg. "If you eat this..."
"Do you have any scientific proof of your statement, Mulder?"
"How can I have proof of that? The only way to get proof..." he trailed off in theatrical horror.
"Would be to eat the cake, now give it to me," Scully ordered in a calmly rational voice, confident that Mulder would obey her without question as he usually did after enough repetitions.
"Scully, you're not listening," Mulder groaned.
Scully, irritated, changed her line of attack. "Who told you that this was the Cake of Finality?" she asked, sure that she could argue on her greater reliability.
"... Krycek," mumbled Mulder.
"And you can trust him over me, obviously," snarked Scully, "it's not like he's ever deceived you or killed people or done anything to mess up your life in the worst ways possible."
Mulder blushed, surprisingly enough, and muttered, "He doesn't lie to me any more. Not now we... uh..."
Scully raised a sceptical eyebrow. "You now trust him?"
"Of course not, I just... I'm sure about this." He lowered his defences enough to bring his arm down.
Scully grabbed the cake and took a big bite. Mulder yelled, but couldn't stop her from finishing the cake.
The Universe ended.
am sitting singing along to Jo and reading more and more and I was right about the no-work thing. ah well. can catch up later.
of the pack - Dr Who, "Survival"
I am of the pack. But I live by my strength, my speed, the sharpness of my teeth. None will help me, weak as I am. None will care for me in my injury. That is the way of the pack. If I survive, I shall return. If not… I shall not.
And yet here is prey which approaches me, speaks with me, brings me the healing water… Here is strange prey indeed. Perhaps she is not prey. A distant memory that tugs at my brain, of a time before, a time when I became a hunter… Perhaps she is of my ilk. Yes. The blood is gathering within her. She will be a fine huntress indeed. Yes. She will be my sister.
And in time, a very little time, I hear her blood calling to mine, and I answer her call with one of my own. “Come hunting, sister,” I cry. And she comes, running towards me… yes, running, we must run free, wild, together, we must display our strength and our speed and our glory, we shall run into forever and we shall be invincible.
We pause, at the place we met, and I call the mounts, and we ride to the smell of blood. She is strong, and wilful, but she has not yet let go of her life as prey, and she talks, and questions, and will not listen to the call of the blood that is the only important thing in the world.
And then she leaves me. A small man, strangely garbed, and she runs to him, hiding her face against him. And as they turn to go, he stares a challenge at me.
What power has this man, to take my sister from me? None. He has power only in that she gives it to him. Soon, my sister, soon you will truly be one of us. Soon you will see, and you shall break from the shackles of your former life and you will be free, to hunt, to run beneath the silver moon and cry your good fortune to the stars. Soon, sister. Soon.
cake of finality - X-Files
"But Scully, this is the Cake of Finality," Mulder attempted to explain. "You can't eat it, or the Universe will be destroyed!"
Scully, PMS-ing like crazy, could only see that this cake - this wonderfully chocolatey cake, piled high with cream - was absolutely crammed with all the sugar she needed. She reached out for it, anticipating the rich taste of it in her mouth, only to cruelly be denied as Mulder picked up the plate and held it high out of her reach.
"No, Scully," he said, reminding her of the tone she used with Queequeeg. "If you eat this..."
"Do you have any scientific proof of your statement, Mulder?"
"How can I have proof of that? The only way to get proof..." he trailed off in theatrical horror.
"Would be to eat the cake, now give it to me," Scully ordered in a calmly rational voice, confident that Mulder would obey her without question as he usually did after enough repetitions.
"Scully, you're not listening," Mulder groaned.
Scully, irritated, changed her line of attack. "Who told you that this was the Cake of Finality?" she asked, sure that she could argue on her greater reliability.
"... Krycek," mumbled Mulder.
"And you can trust him over me, obviously," snarked Scully, "it's not like he's ever deceived you or killed people or done anything to mess up your life in the worst ways possible."
Mulder blushed, surprisingly enough, and muttered, "He doesn't lie to me any more. Not now we... uh..."
Scully raised a sceptical eyebrow. "You now trust him?"
"Of course not, I just... I'm sure about this." He lowered his defences enough to bring his arm down.
Scully grabbed the cake and took a big bite. Mulder yelled, but couldn't stop her from finishing the cake.
The Universe ended.
am sitting singing along to Jo and reading more and more and I was right about the no-work thing. ah well. can catch up later.
