danceofflame_import: (Dragon)
LJ Idol Week Five: Afterthought

“Rori…” I said his name in my sleep.

The face of the huge nigh-black dragon drifted through my half-sleeping mind, full of fangs, soundlessly roaring at me. And then it changed, shifting to the human-looking face, oddly ethereal and not un-lovely, concerned black eyes looking down at me as I woke. His lips moved, slowly, and drew my attention…they mouthed a silent phrase, which I could not read, and then the images in my mind slowly faded to the deep black of peaceful sleep.

Moar.  )

**This entry was written for LJ Idol**
danceofflame_import: (Dragon)
“LOVE!” I swept into the Brown‘s door, cloak and still-damp gown flowing, flushed and heated from my stalking walk home. My eyes were flashing, and I was still struggling to wrap my head around what had just happened during my bath. If anyone knew who that had been, it would be the Brown. He handled most of the entries into the Inn; he must know who the dragon was!

“Mmm?” He leaned back in the chair he was working in to peer at me inquiringly from around the doorway. I could smell the ink he was using-he must have been working-and I felt a bit guilty for interrupting him. I gave him a sheepish grin, and was about to apologize, but the smug, impish smirk on his face removed any incentive I had for that…and now I wore a look of suspicion, in place of the guilt. Two smug males, both wearing the same exact smirk, in one day? I couldn’t help wondering if he already knew what I was about to present him with…but I couldn’t smell the dragon anywhere nearby, so I could not think how he would.

I shook my head. No matter. I spun off my cloak, hung it on one of the hooks near the door and whipped around, ignoring the pointed smirk he gave me when my speed dislodged my dress a bit too much. I put my hands on my hips, eyes flashing, hair mussed, daring him to comment on the gown when I had more important matters at hand. “Do you have any idea if there are any purple shape-shifting dragons in the Inn?”

Cut simply for length. )

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danceofflame_import: (Fox-woman)
Cut for your eyes, not (as much) for triggers this time. )

**This entry was written for LJ Idol**
danceofflame_import: (Fox-woman)
Deconstructed. Warning for possible triggers. )

**This entry was written for LJ Idol**
danceofflame_import: (LJ Idol)
I sat, looking across my desk at my twin sister. We were speaking of the recent betrayal in the family…had just found out that the contamination to the nodes underneath her home, and mine, was ordered by one who had been loved as family by us. I watched the gathering folk some fifty-odd feet behind her, all dressed in the same familiar black leather that hung in my closet behind me. She couldn’t see them, of course, she was lounging in her own chair, merely watching my face. The one now acting against us, thanks to a perceived slight, had been my fiancee, and I was reeling from it. The gentleman lurking behind her and watching us both had followed my gaze the moment it left desk, and flickered over my sister’s face, and I nodded to the yard behind her.

“There will be war for this.”

Cut for bulk, and for the triggers I know are applicable. )

**This entry was written for LJ Idol.**
danceofflame_import: (LJ Idol)
Cool water slipped off my fingers, the scents of many flowers and herbs permeated the air, the sweeping trees rained their falling blossoms on the water and my hair. I smiled, and waded deeper into the cool pool I sought solitude in. This place was healing to me, welcoming after the trial I had just faced. I was clad in nothing more than a light flowing white linen gown, a bathing gown reminiscent both of my Grecian ties and my elvan heritage. I was not modest tonight, I feared no intrusion, and the gown in question scarcely covered my breasts and back, though its skirt was long. The woods of this place had a way about them…rarely did any intruder unwanted by the grove keeper reach their destination unharmed. And so I sank into the pool, breathing in the scents of the place.

As I lay, I braided the night blooming jasmine into some fallen wisps of the flowering weeping tree, and added in sprigs of the herbs nearby, to form a long rope. I was careful with my choices, and it was rare that I took of the plants of this place. I never did so for pure pleasure; I planned to use this rope for a couple who had a handfasting soon to come. And I sang in my native Elvish language to the grove, softly thanking them for sheltering me once again.

A soft chuckle floated through the back of my mind, a rough dusky Irish brogue, and I sent a smile back where it came. My deities usually watched me here. They rarely saw me at peace. I finished my song of thanks, and the rope with it, but started singing again. I was unusually vocal tonight, and I hoped to craft something of it. The works I made here were always unique amongst all their fellows. But I must have slipped asleep in the water, because my song was cut off mid-note when I was jerked awake by the sense of someone unknown approaching me. I was alone unarmed, unarmored, and effectively naked in a pool of water.

Cut for bulk. )
**This entry was written for LJ Idol**


Oct. 31st, 2010 02:07 pm
danceofflame_import: (Owned)
*This will be crossposted to the system journal.*

Alright everyone, I don't have much time, but I needed to post some quick things.

The internet we thought we'd be able to use while we are at the new apartment is no longer available, it seems. So, this means a few things.

One: LJ Idol will get VERY INTERESTING. I am thinking of getting shadows_of_pyre and crew to read me the topic list every week so that I can write it in time to get it posted on Wednesday, which is likely when I'll have any internet time to post or to read/comment. To all of you idolers who are reading this, I apologize in advance if I do not get to comment to or read all entries. I will make every effort to read and comment to as many as possible (made easier when they're public posts, which I can access from my phone-web, unless the journal in question has a setup that my phone rejects, which will mean that I can't read or thus comment to the posts from the journal in question), and I'll be using that spreadsheet (hopefully I can get it in an offline version, which will make it much more accessible) to keep track. I am going to make a concerted effort to stay in Idol as long as humanly possible, and if I get eliminated due to internet problems, I'm going to continue playing the Home Game as much as I possibly can. All idolers may feel free to friend me for idol purposes, but be warned: All you will see are my public (currently, Idol only) posts, and it is very likely all of said posts will become friends only at the end of the season. And I will not friend back unless I want to keep up interactions with you outside of Idol, which means long term.

Two: Contact will be difficult. I get email on my phone, but that's the best I can do. I can reply, but you will likely be receiving a series of shorter emails from me thanks to character limits. If this is alright with people, feel free to use the email. IM will be almost certainly out of the question until we get internet of our own, because frankly I doubt I'll have the time to use it in the rare times I am able to borrow the brother's internet. Twitter will remain a viable option for those of you who I follow on mobile, those of you whom I don't...well, apologies. I'll go through the list and edit it to include more people, but all the same. Keep in mind also that my phone has a habit of, when overloaded with tweets, mysteriously skipping over them when I open the thread. I don't know why, but it may mean I miss a tweet. Simple as that.

Three: I will be, despite all this, trying to get online once and if I can twice a week. But it will likely not be more than that. Fair warning.

I had a longer list than that, but I think I included everything. I am going nuts with preparations for Samhain, which is today and which we will be leaving for shortly, so my apologies. See you all as soon as I can, as I can.

danceofflame_import: (Owned)
I've had a few people friend and request friending already, so I figured this would be an apt post.

I do not mind being friended, and I don't need to be notified. However, if you're going to do so, please keep in mind that I will likely not add back unless I'm very, VERY comfortable with you, which will likely be later on down the season if  you're an Idoler (which is who this is geared towards), and/or if I don't know you beforehand. As mentioned in my intro, I am a very paranoid person, so please don't be offended if I don't add back. I admit to being rather callous about such things, it's my journal and if you can't deal with the tightness and the paranoia you shouldn't be wanting into the more private parts of it. Harsh, but true. I'm eloquent and can be known to be polite and lovely but I am at the same time not very nice, not by "normal" standards.

Also-I very strongly suggest and request that you read both my profile and my introduction (that at least will likely remain public after season even if I decide later on to friends lock the other posts) before adding me. There's information in both that  anyone reading my journal will simply need to deal with, which may be controversial, and which I'm simply not willing to deal with flaming for. If I misjudge and for whatever reason, flaming or otherwise, become uncomfortable with the people I acquire on the f-list, I'll remove them from said f-list. And if it's due to flaming or any other kind of abuse, I will gladly use the ban-hammer. If it's a simple de-"friending" and not a ban, I'll post a post with "did some f-list cleanup, here's why, PM me if you have questions", and you can generally assume it's general discomfort or overcluttering or clean out of what I don't read as much as I should. But if it's a ban, generally you can assume that you were a major asshat. I don't friend, de-friend, or ban lightly, but I will still do it, so keep this in mind when adding me.

I currently don't use filters, but there is at least one leg of my life which I will most likely make a filter for, for the privacies of the others who interact with that leg of my life. If I make that filter, I won't really announce it, and please don't ask to be on it. It's not intended as an insult-it's intended to secure the privacy of a very personal and private part of my life that I would simply forget if I did not write it down.
danceofflame_import: (Owned)
"Of course some folks end up finding this to be extremely difficult."

I quote Gary, from the week 0 topic post. He may not really know how apt this statement really is.

I am, as a rule, a private, paranoid woman of paradoxes. I am so used to condemnation, discrimination, and betrayal that the idea of a public post available to people with a mere single common tie has me shuddering as if I've had a bucket of spiders dumped on my arachnophobic head. Delve into single memories to form a creation of hopefully well-phrased eloquence? Share experiences that, while private, give only a little insight to myself? This I can do without fear. I can stay hidden in my metaphorical shadows, I remain unknown. But give a summary of my being? Try and explain the complexity that is myself in one general writing, all too easy to set myself up for prejudices, misconceptions, misunderstandings which I may never be able to successfully untangle..even had I the desire? No...oh no. That is a whole new can of worms, and unlike the boy in the book, I don't care for eating them on a dare. And I've heard horror stories from my year of lurking last season, some pieces of my identity may or may not get me persecuted just like the others. But I signed up for this, did I not? 

Curiosity will kill the cat. Nine lives is all I've got, and I've already used up some of those.

I am, first and foremost, a firey, obstinate, stubborn bitch. Or, if you met me on the street, that is likely what you'd think. I am certainly all of those. I am a fire-woman, a fire-dancer. A pyrokinetic shifter of forms, I exude my element. I am passionate in everything about my life. Intense as an inferno, condensed as the core of St Helens, but you'd never know it, never see it. Not unless you could convince me enough to let you find me at the center of my labyrinth.

For hidden I remain, watching and lurking from the shadows, ever waiting. You may never know it's me, flitting just beyond your senses, curious to see whether or not you'll turn to look and see me there. For I am a dancer, a Walker, a tailor and designer, a musician and singer, a healer, guardian, leader, and warrior, and I have scars to bear for this. Each tell a story, if you can read them right, but not just anyone I'll allow near enough to see the words. I am an artist, a creator by trade and nature, one who has paid for the gift, but who would expect me to bring this to the corners of the worlds I do?

Of religion, family, and duty I can say very little. The worlds are simply too fluid to say where one ends and the other begins, and who am I to think I can? They all intertwine and fan out to their own corners of the web. My religion includes my family, my family includes my religion, I have duty and loyalty to the both. These three things are my life, the three places I can focus my passion into, the three places I may prove my worth and use, they are my reason for existing. But I can never truly define them, ever different and ever the same they three remain. 

These words say everything and nothing. They give the seeds to find everything at the core of who I am, and yet they will never be grown if you care not to till the earth and sow them as need be. Best of luck to you all in this season...and for those small few who I may have intrigued enough to set foot inside the door, may you remain ever curious, ever intrigued, and ever well while you tread the winding ways.
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