People just assume I
Know everything, so really
I'm always the last to know.
Likewise, I have missed
Out on so many of life's
Wonders.

Most of Aramina's nights, if you define night as the time when she is sent to her quarters, and expected to sit in darkness until she loses consciousness, are spent hating who she is and who she was. The cycle is ( Read more... )

She can swallow knives
She can swallow lives
The night of your
demise
 There was a time when people feared her, respected her, and knew that the very air around them was sacred in her presence. When she left, there were sighs of relief, from grateful mortals who were pleased simply to continue their breaths. She had been a traveling god, crushing ( Read more... )

She can swallow knives
She can swallow lives
Gold and black stare,
Brought the night of your demise
Actually, it's the single most
Racist song I have ever heard.

The only joy she gets in this life is watching the fearful flinch when she snarls. But, anyone with a spine knows that she has no rights, and no power. She's nothing but a Gypsy.

Oh, and ( Read more... )

Mercutio

Though unwritten

Plays an important role on the Shakti.

He keeps people

Alive

“Will any of you die, on this journey?” the bird-boy asked, his tone as uninterested as it ever was. The captain only smiled at him.

“Well, of course, Mercutio. This is not the sort of trip one comes back from.”

“Then, I will go with you.”

“But, ( Read more... )

1) I Touch Myself [Penelope Thompson, Klara Karmelv]
Klara is far and away the most dominant person Penelope has ever met. Even as a child, she always got her way. She listened to no one, and if she did what was asked of her, it was only because she wanted to, because there was some carrot waiting for her at the end of the stick. No one told Klara ( Read more... )

Every so often, the Shakti has to resupply. And every one in awhile, the nearest planet without a warrant on their heads is ruled by Djinn ( Read more... )

Sometimes they say
It's never...
That's a lie.
There's always a point
When you can say
It's just become
too late.
From the very moment of her birth, Aramina was meant to be one of thee greatest. She was born to the high tribe, her people were gods among mortals. Never to die, never to age. With the power to shape the very void, to coalesce atmosphere out ( Read more... )