The Best Race I Ever Lost

Jan 26, 2009 11:05

Written in bubbly, excited letters in a leatherbound book. There are drawings all over the page-- hearts and sharks, creepy looking trees. The page is stained, here and there, with ale and something a dark, russet color.

Dear Diary!!

He caught me. Not that it should be any surprise that he did, but I'm no less excited about it. I didn't make it easy for him, not at all. No, I was the trickster wolf and I ran as hard as I could, but in the end? My shark is as much a predator as I am, and he was much more determined to claim me than I was to escape. It was...amazing. From beginning, to end. The Elder was a bit pointy, but that's to be expected. And Dad seems to have accepted that we now have a shark among wolves. His teeth are sharp, after all.

This is the first race that I've lost that I'm actually happy about.

There are other things that I should write about. Like the weirdness in the dreaming, and the strangeness of the Road. And my talk with Benedict. It's always interesting to see how he manifests in his dreams.

But I have a Mate. And he is looking at me with a grin that any shark would envy. So it is time to put this pen down.

maddock, squee!, mate

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