My story

[Aspen and Misty]

::cries:: I want to know what happenes ::cries::

Hey! Go write, what are you doing surfing pet talk! Go, go go ,go go

:pens word for Wolfsoul::


Now go write!

Ashley

[wolfsoul]

LOL, I'm running out of story to post! I only have a few paragraphs left and then I'm out haha. I'll post...a few sentences mwahaha, I'm evil.

Garth had tried to stay with Tymber when lessons were over, but she pleaded headache and made way to her tent. She watched him leave but decided to wait a few mintues before she left for town, just to be safe. She sat atop her sleeping skins and pulled her feet underneath her. She closed her eyes and breathed in the wild air. Then she saw something. No -- she saw and felt it. It was there; her link with Staar. She followed the link in her mind, tracing its path and feeling the rush of nothingness as she passed through quickly. And she was Staar. Rather, she was seeing what Staar was seeing.

[G.P.girl]

do you get amusement out of torturing us?? huh? do you? thats what i thought.
:resorts to pleading: c'mon pleeeeeeeaz pleeeeeeez???
Fine! i'm telling mommy!!!

[wolfsoul]

Mwahahaha... I only have a few paragraphs left....So I shouldn't post them. Did I mention it's at a reeeeeally good part? Oh yeah, this is where she finds another one of her gifts. Mwahaha!

[G.P.girl]

no fair!!!
but mommy said you have to!!

[wolfsoul]

Nuh uh...

[G.P.girl]

yea huh!
i'm telling!

[Aspen and Misty]

No no no ::thrashes around in a wild rant::

Please post and write more! What are you doing with all this time of yours? Huh? Not writeing or ANYTHING! ::cries::


Ashley

[wolfsoul]

I have the dreaded writer's block! Aggh. Might be a while lol.

Sister? Staar looked around.
Tymber tried to speak, but wasn't able to. Her mouth groped for speech. S-Staar? And there it was. Not speech, but mind-speech. The same type of words that Staar sound.
Sister, you have made it! You are one with the wolf! Staar exclaimed.
She felt his excitement. It was almost as if the excitement was hers; but she also felt cold. These feelings mixing together made her feel like vomiting.
Why do you feel that way? Staar asked.
She ignored his question and broke free from the link. Something was there. Something wasn't right. She looked closely at the link once more. And saw something interesting. A second link. She touched it for only one second and was pulled in. She looked around. No -- the butcher looked around. He felt her presence. After seeing no one, he scratched his stomach and rested again. He lay in his sleeping skins beside a woman. Tymber didn't want to see who it was. But she didn't break free either. She waited. The butcher turned to look, and his eyes rested on eyes of grey. The eyes broke through the butcher's and stared right into Tymber's. Tymber pulled back and felt the link pop. She stared into the blackness of her mind, and with all of her power, pushed her will onto the link until it diminshed. She felt her mind breathe with the suspension and death of it. Her mind eased and she went back to Staar's link -- and stopped. Something else. It was light; barely there. It was odd though. She tried to break into it but it pushed her away and made her inner self buckle. It was shielded. She saw how it stayed connected to Staar. So she made her way into Staar's mind again. Staar felt her.
Sister? Where did you go before? He asked.
Not now, Tymber mindspoke.
She dug into his mind and reeled at his confused lash. Her mind flew and she dizzied. She pushed harder and stared into his own blackness. There was the tiny link, barely visible. Staar pushed against her with his shields. She pushed harder and grabbed hold of the link. She quickly tugged the link and felt herself flow through the blackness so fast that she saw lights. And she regained her stillness. She looked around. Her vision was impaired. No, she saw through eyes that were set differently than hers. The head moved. It looked around. Tymber saw the flow of black hide as the creature spinned. Seabring!

[wolfsoul]

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[Aspen and Misty]

REALLY GOOD! MORE MORE MORE!!!!


Ash

[G.P.girl]

i wanna know what happens!!!

[wolfsoul]

I don't know what else to write...LOL it's terrible! I have writer's block. Darnit. I've been imagining what happenings would work best...but nothing fits!!! Lol. I'll try and get soem more done after school.

[wolfsoul]

I'm back! Lol. I think I know how this story is going to be for the most part now. I was bored at school and wrote out some of the future scences..

Who is there? the horse asked.
It's Tymber! Tymber said excitedly.
Tymber? A pause. The wolf thinks of you always. Seabring said.
You were linked to Staar. Tymber said. How?
I felt him. Seabring said. He has a light.
A light? Tymber asked, confused.
I suppose you would not know. You will see one day, maybe.
Tymber felt tired. I'm coming to get you. she said.
I will wait. Seabring assured her.
Tymber pulled away and was in blackness once again. She pushed herself until she opened her eyes and gasped, groping for air. She saw lights. She shook her head and fell back, placing her head on her soft skins. After a time, she felt well enough to get up. She walked outside the tent as Cerber, Neolyn's bond came in. The mountain lion kept her distance, but made a low rumbling yowl. Tymber let felt the cat's fear. She felt it as well as she could feel Staar. She let her mind flow and felt all around her. She could sense everyone's feelings. She could smell the life around her. She smiled and walked away from Cerber.
She approached the corral and Seabring trotted up to the gate.
Tymber. Seabring called. Do we leave?
Tymber felt as though she shouldn't be surprised anymore, but hearing Seabring speak made her jump. She nodded.
Good.
Where's Staar? she mind-spoke, only half-realizing it. If Seabring noticed anything, he didn't say.
He is hunting. His mind is focused on a beast that he will give to Presta. Seabring told her.
Tymber cleared her throat. "I have to leave." she spoke aloud. "I suppose Staar could be angry with me." she considered. "I did barge in without asking."
Let us go without him.
"I suppose we shall." Tymber said in dismay.
When they got to Potters's house, Tymber went out back and opened the gate. She put Seabring into a stall in the stables. She had never bothered to tack him, so she just wiped him down and walked to the barn. Daire wasn't there. Suddenly she felt a presence. She saw a rush of excitement in the blackness of her mind. Hands clasped over her eyes. She gasped and started to struggle. Daire's voice whispered in her ear. "Surprise!" he said, and he stepped in front of her. He held out a harp. "It's for you," he told her.
Tymber didn't know what to say. "M-me?" Her mouth opened and closed again.
"Yes." Daire pushed it into her hands proudly. "It was hard to get. Had to promise the shopkeeper that I'd clean up after ours for a month. But I got it!"
"Oh Daire..."Tymber looked up from the harp. "I've never been given aything before... I--I-"
"You like it?" Daire asked in obvious excitement.
"Yes!" Tymber shouted. She caught herself and whispered, "Yes."
"Good. Because tonight I thought that we could play together."
"You'll teach me?" Tymber inquired, awed.
"Of course!" Daire looked at her oddly. "You've never been taught to do anything, have you?"
"Certainly I have." Tymber replied smugly. "I was taught to sew, and cook, and --"
Daire shook his head, smiled, and took his arm in his hand. "C'mon." he said.
Tymber followed him, confused.

They sat in the field and laughed. She had messed up again. No matter how many times they played the simple tune, Tymber messed up on that one part.
"It's hard!" she complained while laughing. "Stop laughing at me!"
Daire laughed even harder and fell back into the grass. Tymber fell back too. They lay there staring at the sunset. Tymber looked over at Daire. His black hair made a beautiful contrast on the yellow of the dead grass. He looked at her and his blue eyes glowed with sunlight.
"Daire?" Tymber asked.
"Mm." he said, staring back at the sun.
"Where did Potter leave to?" she asked him.
He looked back at her and searched her face. He glanced away, sighed, and looked back. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not." Tymber replied in a worried tone.
"Potter has gotten word that the King is looking for a new stablemaster. He went there, hoping to be hired."
"Why is this secret?" Tymber inquired.
"He was the only one told beforehand that the stablemaster would be fired. A friend of his that works with the King told him so that he'd be the first to speak with the King, and hopefully the one hired."
"Where does the King live?" Tymber asked.
Daire looked away and thought a moment. "In GreyKeep. About a days away." he told her.
"But you're the stablehand." Tymber accused.
"Yes." Daire replied.
"You'll be leaving when he's hired, won't you?"
Daire looked at the sun. "Yes." he said quietly.
"Oh."
They sat in silence for several minutes.
"Come with me." Daire told her.
"What?" Tymber asked, wondring if she heard him right.
"Come with me."
"To GreyKeep?" Tymber's eyes widened.
"Why not? You never act like you enjoy being where you live now. So move. Come with me." Daire persisted.
Tymber looked away and thought. Presta had told her that she had to leave. It didn't matter where she went. But she had to leave. Her decision would turn her tribe for better or for worse. How did she know what this would do to her tribe?
She looked back at Daire and saw the pleading look in his eyes. They mirrored her own sky blue eyes as she pleaded to the Gods that her decision was the right one.
"Alright." she said.
"Alright?" Daire searched her face.
"I'll go with you." she assured him.
He looked away and nodded. "Alright." he said, smiling.
Tymber pushed herself close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. As the sun went down, and the world turned black, her eyes fell and she tumbled into her own world of darkness.

[wolfsoul]

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