Baaaah baaaah says the little lamb...
... I shall live by the words of the lamb: Baaaaah
So instead I shall give you this if you want XD...
*GASP WHAT? FANFICTION?!*
Yeah I went there. XD .... a while ago actually but I want to share because it was rather fun to write as it is to read again when I found it hidden up in my files.
It has to do with Blue Kitties! (Avatar) .... but not the kitties! Newp... it's Trudy :D
The only regret? Not being able to take that testie and 'roid pumped asshole with me.
The last things I felt was the concussion of the explosion and the intense heat for a split second before that was all gone. Then there was nothing. I thought being dead had a bit more fanfare than that- but for a long time it seemed I was floating and there was nothing, just the thoughts that made me, me.
When I saw the light- I knew it was what Jake and Grace were talking about, the 'Mother'. If I could've smiled, I would've. The last cliché before I went to whatever afterlife was waiting for me. First there was the light in the darkness, then there was only the light. A warmth- a joy filled me, and it wasn't as scary as I thought.
“Whoa.” I was laughing, “So's this what happens when you die? Cool.”
With that warmth came a presence- tingled all around me. Felt like hands reaching out, moving through a crowd. I could hear voices, but saw no shapes. Funny thing about light- it's never one color. It's all colors and it kelodiscoped around me. Like Old Earth's aurora, 'cept standing right in it.
Then all that softness, all the joy I felt- got shaken up.
It started retreating.
“Hey! Wait a minute! What's going on?”
I felt movement. Crazy things- like falling from a great height. Voices speaking in a language I didn't know grew louder. My ears were ringing. Things were beginning to feel more solid- I started grabbing out to those things. The light changed- looked like shadows were cutting across the light- started to solidify.
Colors got more solid and more regular and the voices started to sound more and more like the rush of wind instead.
Then it was like my eyes really opened.
Yeah, waking up is a bitch.
Especially when the sight greeting you after you thought you died, happens to be the ground rushing up to finish the job.
Oh, SHIT.
I spread eagled myself in a natural reaction to try and slow my death-plumet. Then I got another fun startlement as I nearly snapped my own neck when that little stunt actually worked. Like gliding. Like I had fuckin' wings....
-you have GOT to be kidding me-
Yeah, and my voice? That came out one hellva screech. Then all the other little details of the situation came rolling in at once- like it had been waiting to flood me with information -after- I realized that it was a whole new ballfield I was playing in.
Sight was kinda screwy- it was in color at least, and I could translate it pretty good. Like wearing VR goggles almost. Cept everything was really crystal sharp when I focused- and I could see at nearly every angle. And the ground was still rushin' up way too fast for my liking.
I was a goddamn Banshee.
Fuck me.
They don't give you an instruction manual for this kind of shit in flight school. Granted, any flyboy worth their salt will tell you they can pilot anything. Gets in the blood and soul and all... and seems like everybody's had wing dreams before.
But there's a different physiology here... I had six fucking limbs to keep track of, and a TAIL.
You have GOT to be kidding me!!!!
I braced myself, held the big ones rigid and threw my legs and the second wings down and spread- seen the dragons do it often enough before they landed.
And just like landing- I stalled. Cept I was still a couple of miles up in the air. I started to free-fall again. I couldn't catch the air. My rythum was off- and I was back where I had started. This flying lesson and second life were going to end pretty damn fast if I didn't fix it FAST. I forced my whole form ridged again. Spread eagled against the current.
There's that neck-breaking mid-air stop- aaaand... now I more controlled fall. Much slower, straighter and less panicy. Mentally I knew I was sweating buckets- salt should be in my eyes right now- I was never a pretty thing under pressure... now it was labored breathing.
Even though I didn't have the hang of it and there was still the very real possiblity I could crash land, break my neck and end this whole thing minutes after it started.
I was fucking FLYING. With my OWN damn wings. For the first time since getting my second life- I felt the power in all of my limbs.
I screamed into the wind my elation.
And for a moment I thought the sound echoed. Then I realized there was an answer to my scream above me- and even though I hadn't come with a manual into this body- it apparently came with a translator.
'Wonderful, isn't it?!'
'Are you fucking serious?!'
Purple, green and gold suddenly fell in beside me, 'Who are you? Are you hurt?'
Alright so I had to process that for a minute in silence. My new flying friend was doing it's best to pace me. I was now talking.... to a banshee.... and.... they can understand me... and have a language.....Frickin' A, Grace'd love this.
'Uh, I'm new at this?'
'Are you hurt?'
The sounds in my ears were being translated both ways. I could still hear like I used to- and it held just as much meaning for me then as it did right now. Then there was an echo, and in it was the words the Banshee was speaking.
Oh why the hell not? ' I don't think I am. I could really use some help though.'
'Follow me.'
Well that'd be easy to say than to do. Shit. My new friend banked slowly, and by watching him I saw how he was able to control the turn without spinning it sideways. Even the tail got involved. I didn't have his control, but I managed to make a decent attempt at it with my stiff winged flying and not end up as a banshee shaped crater in the ground below us. I followed him until he turned into a series of ledges and caves- a smaller banshee rookery- and he landed ahead of me, alien head turned back to watch my own landing.
He wasn't the only one watching and there ended up to be a number of all the sudden interested in the newcomer.
I braced myself best as I could for a rough landing. I almost got the stall right- but ended up still coming in too fast and sprawled painfully on the rocks. I clawed at the rocks and managed to further slow the fall and finally stop it by lodging claws in nooks and crannies and hanging on with every shred of strength I had.
I liked the flyin' part. The falling part is somethin' I'd rather do without.
A more golden banshee came over, female, oh gods female and the attitude that eminated from her was similar to the one that Mo'at the leader of the Navi did- she was in charge.
'Who are you?'
'Trudy, ma'am.'
Training kicked in and I straightened myself as much as I could.
This... wasn't the smartest move maybe. She hissed at me, turned to the one that brought me in, 'She is not one of us.'
'She was given to us. She fell from the sky and smells like the small fired ones.'
Dragon-lady hissed again and backed away, 'She stays? You teach her.'
My escort fanned his wings and hopped oddly over to where I was.
I blinked ( the FUCK how many eyes?) and stared at him. Nosed his shoulder and jerked my head in the direction of the golden banshee that just left. 'What the hell just happened?'
'You're apart of our clans now.'
If this wasn't deja'vu then I truly didn't know what was. This was supposed to be JAKE's frickin' territory. Not mine. I didn't want to get caught up in all of this. Did I? What happened when I died? What happened to Norm? To Jake? To the Na'vi. I hope Jake pulled that bastard out of the sky and ground his bones into the dirt.
'I have to know what happened to my friends. I have to get to the Tree of Souls. Can you get me there?'
Purplee looked at me, blinked HIS eyes and bobbed his head, 'Think you'll be able to follow me?'
Truthfully? I was a more than a little freaked out. Eywa had a funny sense of humor stickin' me in the body of a Banshee and then throwing me in the sky. I was given another chance to fight though- 'Let's go!'
Take a deep breath and jump into the air.
Nothing felt so good or so freeing.
Each stroke and rise and fall- gave me better control over MY new body. Not great, but no longer the chick that fell from the heavens and nearly broke her neck. I had a feeling that was how a banshee pup learned it's skills in the air. Jump and fly- or fall and die.
We approached the Tree of Souls, and I could feel it. He knew what I was talking about because the force of the Tree was so incrediable it transended words. It was that warmth and that joy that I had felt before falling from the sky- and around it was a light and shadows that reminded me of the aurora... and...
Little pieces started falling together in a bunch of 'maybe' senieros. One of which was blowing up near the Tree or the Tree took me with it... but … whatever it was the force behind the Tree and the flashlight at the end of the tunnel, were one and the same. How was that for divine intervention?
'Trudy? If you wish to go on, you go alone. I will be up here waiting to escort you back.'
There went my little guide. My pointy flying purple buddy, least this time I won't have a well versed fly-team to watch me bounce on the tarmac.
It was eiry though. Odd. Silent. Quiet. There was no action in the air, no reports of gunfire, no fires, no smoke.
The hell?
I pulled in closer, and started to back wing rapidly. Stalled in the air again, and had to muscle myself airborne to keep from making a Trudy-pancake.
I screamed at the top of my lungs at the sight I saw. There was Na'vi- everywhere. Just doing daily type things. Living. So fuckin' weird. So fuckin' GREAT. There was Na'vi and PEOPLE. Just the geeks in masks who didn't have a blue kitty to ride in- and these eyes spotted one familiar face right away.
Norm.
Who turned up at the loud screech and saw me coming straight at him.
And paniced like the little geek he was.
I can't say I didn't enjoy it. He makes such funny faces when he gets excited. Right now he was scared- it was still a riot.
I bounced when I came in this time, landed a bit better and hobbled over to where everyone was backing away. Na'vi were giving me weird looks at me and each other. Norm was trying to scramble back behind a few other people who were also doing the scaredy-cat shuffle. I strutted over to where he was, and where his big limbs had gotten in the way and tripped him over and headbutted him for kicks.
'Hey Spellbinder. What's up? Miss me?'
Forgot of course that the whole lotta sound that makes sense to me, doesn't to him and made him freak out more.
“Oh my god! What does it want?! Get it away!”
'Now is that any way to greet your girlfriend?'
Alright, so I was having fun with him.
Here comes Jake and his wife. 'Hey guys! Apparently a lot has happened since I've been dead. Think you can fill me in?'
Alright- arrows pointed at me. Bad. We can't have that. How does a fuckin' banshee look cute and harmless? I can pull off cute and harmless... hold on...
So maybe, cute and harmless when you have a mouth full of razor sharp teeth doesn't work QUITE so well.
'Come on guys. It's me. Trudy. Back from the crypt. New lease. New ride.'
So I went over to Norm and sat on him. Then I gave my best glare at everyone else. So it's pretty trippy being so short before, and now being so much bigger than everyone I knew. Then I licked Norm.
“Oh that's just!... oh gross!”
Bear with me... this is raw, no grammer and there's some small time skips and such. So yeah.
I'd love commentary on it.. even if it's "ZOMFG I HATE IT! " ... or " GTFO of the english language!!!" ... XD
So instead I shall give you this if you want XD...
*GASP WHAT? FANFICTION?!*
Yeah I went there. XD .... a while ago actually but I want to share because it was rather fun to write as it is to read again when I found it hidden up in my files.
It has to do with Blue Kitties! (Avatar) .... but not the kitties! Newp... it's Trudy :D
The only regret? Not being able to take that testie and 'roid pumped asshole with me.
The last things I felt was the concussion of the explosion and the intense heat for a split second before that was all gone. Then there was nothing. I thought being dead had a bit more fanfare than that- but for a long time it seemed I was floating and there was nothing, just the thoughts that made me, me.
When I saw the light- I knew it was what Jake and Grace were talking about, the 'Mother'. If I could've smiled, I would've. The last cliché before I went to whatever afterlife was waiting for me. First there was the light in the darkness, then there was only the light. A warmth- a joy filled me, and it wasn't as scary as I thought.
“Whoa.” I was laughing, “So's this what happens when you die? Cool.”
With that warmth came a presence- tingled all around me. Felt like hands reaching out, moving through a crowd. I could hear voices, but saw no shapes. Funny thing about light- it's never one color. It's all colors and it kelodiscoped around me. Like Old Earth's aurora, 'cept standing right in it.
Then all that softness, all the joy I felt- got shaken up.
It started retreating.
“Hey! Wait a minute! What's going on?”
I felt movement. Crazy things- like falling from a great height. Voices speaking in a language I didn't know grew louder. My ears were ringing. Things were beginning to feel more solid- I started grabbing out to those things. The light changed- looked like shadows were cutting across the light- started to solidify.
Colors got more solid and more regular and the voices started to sound more and more like the rush of wind instead.
Then it was like my eyes really opened.
Yeah, waking up is a bitch.
Especially when the sight greeting you after you thought you died, happens to be the ground rushing up to finish the job.
Oh, SHIT.
I spread eagled myself in a natural reaction to try and slow my death-plumet. Then I got another fun startlement as I nearly snapped my own neck when that little stunt actually worked. Like gliding. Like I had fuckin' wings....
-you have GOT to be kidding me-
Yeah, and my voice? That came out one hellva screech. Then all the other little details of the situation came rolling in at once- like it had been waiting to flood me with information -after- I realized that it was a whole new ballfield I was playing in.
Sight was kinda screwy- it was in color at least, and I could translate it pretty good. Like wearing VR goggles almost. Cept everything was really crystal sharp when I focused- and I could see at nearly every angle. And the ground was still rushin' up way too fast for my liking.
I was a goddamn Banshee.
Fuck me.
They don't give you an instruction manual for this kind of shit in flight school. Granted, any flyboy worth their salt will tell you they can pilot anything. Gets in the blood and soul and all... and seems like everybody's had wing dreams before.
But there's a different physiology here... I had six fucking limbs to keep track of, and a TAIL.
You have GOT to be kidding me!!!!
I braced myself, held the big ones rigid and threw my legs and the second wings down and spread- seen the dragons do it often enough before they landed.
And just like landing- I stalled. Cept I was still a couple of miles up in the air. I started to free-fall again. I couldn't catch the air. My rythum was off- and I was back where I had started. This flying lesson and second life were going to end pretty damn fast if I didn't fix it FAST. I forced my whole form ridged again. Spread eagled against the current.
There's that neck-breaking mid-air stop- aaaand... now I more controlled fall. Much slower, straighter and less panicy. Mentally I knew I was sweating buckets- salt should be in my eyes right now- I was never a pretty thing under pressure... now it was labored breathing.
Even though I didn't have the hang of it and there was still the very real possiblity I could crash land, break my neck and end this whole thing minutes after it started.
I was fucking FLYING. With my OWN damn wings. For the first time since getting my second life- I felt the power in all of my limbs.
I screamed into the wind my elation.
And for a moment I thought the sound echoed. Then I realized there was an answer to my scream above me- and even though I hadn't come with a manual into this body- it apparently came with a translator.
'Wonderful, isn't it?!'
'Are you fucking serious?!'
Purple, green and gold suddenly fell in beside me, 'Who are you? Are you hurt?'
Alright so I had to process that for a minute in silence. My new flying friend was doing it's best to pace me. I was now talking.... to a banshee.... and.... they can understand me... and have a language.....Frickin' A, Grace'd love this.
'Uh, I'm new at this?'
'Are you hurt?'
The sounds in my ears were being translated both ways. I could still hear like I used to- and it held just as much meaning for me then as it did right now. Then there was an echo, and in it was the words the Banshee was speaking.
Oh why the hell not? ' I don't think I am. I could really use some help though.'
'Follow me.'
Well that'd be easy to say than to do. Shit. My new friend banked slowly, and by watching him I saw how he was able to control the turn without spinning it sideways. Even the tail got involved. I didn't have his control, but I managed to make a decent attempt at it with my stiff winged flying and not end up as a banshee shaped crater in the ground below us. I followed him until he turned into a series of ledges and caves- a smaller banshee rookery- and he landed ahead of me, alien head turned back to watch my own landing.
He wasn't the only one watching and there ended up to be a number of all the sudden interested in the newcomer.
I braced myself best as I could for a rough landing. I almost got the stall right- but ended up still coming in too fast and sprawled painfully on the rocks. I clawed at the rocks and managed to further slow the fall and finally stop it by lodging claws in nooks and crannies and hanging on with every shred of strength I had.
I liked the flyin' part. The falling part is somethin' I'd rather do without.
A more golden banshee came over, female, oh gods female and the attitude that eminated from her was similar to the one that Mo'at the leader of the Navi did- she was in charge.
'Who are you?'
'Trudy, ma'am.'
Training kicked in and I straightened myself as much as I could.
This... wasn't the smartest move maybe. She hissed at me, turned to the one that brought me in, 'She is not one of us.'
'She was given to us. She fell from the sky and smells like the small fired ones.'
Dragon-lady hissed again and backed away, 'She stays? You teach her.'
My escort fanned his wings and hopped oddly over to where I was.
I blinked ( the FUCK how many eyes?) and stared at him. Nosed his shoulder and jerked my head in the direction of the golden banshee that just left. 'What the hell just happened?'
'You're apart of our clans now.'
If this wasn't deja'vu then I truly didn't know what was. This was supposed to be JAKE's frickin' territory. Not mine. I didn't want to get caught up in all of this. Did I? What happened when I died? What happened to Norm? To Jake? To the Na'vi. I hope Jake pulled that bastard out of the sky and ground his bones into the dirt.
'I have to know what happened to my friends. I have to get to the Tree of Souls. Can you get me there?'
Purplee looked at me, blinked HIS eyes and bobbed his head, 'Think you'll be able to follow me?'
Truthfully? I was a more than a little freaked out. Eywa had a funny sense of humor stickin' me in the body of a Banshee and then throwing me in the sky. I was given another chance to fight though- 'Let's go!'
Take a deep breath and jump into the air.
Nothing felt so good or so freeing.
Each stroke and rise and fall- gave me better control over MY new body. Not great, but no longer the chick that fell from the heavens and nearly broke her neck. I had a feeling that was how a banshee pup learned it's skills in the air. Jump and fly- or fall and die.
We approached the Tree of Souls, and I could feel it. He knew what I was talking about because the force of the Tree was so incrediable it transended words. It was that warmth and that joy that I had felt before falling from the sky- and around it was a light and shadows that reminded me of the aurora... and...
Little pieces started falling together in a bunch of 'maybe' senieros. One of which was blowing up near the Tree or the Tree took me with it... but … whatever it was the force behind the Tree and the flashlight at the end of the tunnel, were one and the same. How was that for divine intervention?
'Trudy? If you wish to go on, you go alone. I will be up here waiting to escort you back.'
There went my little guide. My pointy flying purple buddy, least this time I won't have a well versed fly-team to watch me bounce on the tarmac.
It was eiry though. Odd. Silent. Quiet. There was no action in the air, no reports of gunfire, no fires, no smoke.
The hell?
I pulled in closer, and started to back wing rapidly. Stalled in the air again, and had to muscle myself airborne to keep from making a Trudy-pancake.
I screamed at the top of my lungs at the sight I saw. There was Na'vi- everywhere. Just doing daily type things. Living. So fuckin' weird. So fuckin' GREAT. There was Na'vi and PEOPLE. Just the geeks in masks who didn't have a blue kitty to ride in- and these eyes spotted one familiar face right away.
Norm.
Who turned up at the loud screech and saw me coming straight at him.
And paniced like the little geek he was.
I can't say I didn't enjoy it. He makes such funny faces when he gets excited. Right now he was scared- it was still a riot.
I bounced when I came in this time, landed a bit better and hobbled over to where everyone was backing away. Na'vi were giving me weird looks at me and each other. Norm was trying to scramble back behind a few other people who were also doing the scaredy-cat shuffle. I strutted over to where he was, and where his big limbs had gotten in the way and tripped him over and headbutted him for kicks.
'Hey Spellbinder. What's up? Miss me?'
Forgot of course that the whole lotta sound that makes sense to me, doesn't to him and made him freak out more.
“Oh my god! What does it want?! Get it away!”
'Now is that any way to greet your girlfriend?'
Alright, so I was having fun with him.
Here comes Jake and his wife. 'Hey guys! Apparently a lot has happened since I've been dead. Think you can fill me in?'
Alright- arrows pointed at me. Bad. We can't have that. How does a fuckin' banshee look cute and harmless? I can pull off cute and harmless... hold on...
So maybe, cute and harmless when you have a mouth full of razor sharp teeth doesn't work QUITE so well.
'Come on guys. It's me. Trudy. Back from the crypt. New lease. New ride.'
So I went over to Norm and sat on him. Then I gave my best glare at everyone else. So it's pretty trippy being so short before, and now being so much bigger than everyone I knew. Then I licked Norm.
“Oh that's just!... oh gross!”
Bear with me... this is raw, no grammer and there's some small time skips and such. So yeah.
I'd love commentary on it.. even if it's "ZOMFG I HATE IT! " ... or " GTFO of the english language!!!" ... XD