One, two, three, what are we fighting for?

[lizblackdog]

AKA narahttbbs: Post a paragraph or a chapter from a story that you're currently working on.

Working title is "The Way Through The Woods", mainly about a very young Kira Nerys with my OC from Brinkmanship (you can call her Gul Mary Sue) as a co-star:

So when the unseen voice in the dusk greeted her by name, told her where to be two hours after sunset and vanished, her chest had swelled with excitement and she'd had a hard time staying still and quiet until the appointed time. It had never occurred to her to be suspicious of someone with such a broad Kendra Valley accent, never occurred to her that someone so clearly born and bred there might not fall within her definition of a Bajoran native...

Don't be surprised if it a. takes me two years to finish it and b. doesn't contain any of the lines I just quoted when I finally do...

Th other thing I'm vaguely sort of working on is a doggerel for the Terran sex forum - someone in the Truth or Dare thread dared me to write a poem about my favourite sexual fantasy. Well, that would be the gang banged by soldiers in uniform one, and I don't do proper poetry, so I came up with something loosely (heh) inspired by The Ballad of Eskimo Nell:

The Saga of Black Dog

or, Black Dog Heads Them Off At The Pass

The enemy had backed them
Into a mountain pass
They'd hit Santaman with his own frying pan
And Jason got shot in the arse

Cisco had been routed
And Angry Angel plucked
Herbie got trounced till he lost all his bounce
It looked like the Terrans were fucked.

The soldiers marched up two by two
Edana let out a scream...
"Don't fret, my dear," said Black Dog without fear...
"I'll take 'em all on for the team..."

"You know there's quite a few of them?"
Rose whispered by her side,
Black Dog snapped - "My maths may be crap,
But my stamina can't be denied!"

They all stood at attention
'Twas quite a sight to see
But Black Dog held the pass, and she wiggled her arse
"Do you think that you lot could take me?"

The first two took her from behind
The next two from before
And though her mouth was mostly full
We heard her holler "MORE!"

There ought to be more of it, but I kinda got stuck. My writing may not be vaster than empires, but it's always bloody slow...

In other news - I was surprised yesterday to get an email from my old friend Mark, who was one of the good people from the bad years. He buggered off to Canada about the time I got clean, and messed things up there rather - the last time I heard from him was over two years ago, and he was homeless and addicted again in either Seattle or Salt Lake City - somewhere unlikely, anyway. I really didn't think I'd hear from him again, but he sent me one of those automatically-generated invite to Yahoo Messenger thingies. Trouble is, he sent it from his Hotmail account, so it doesn't actually give me any clues as to what he's using for a Yahoo username these days. I already have his old one on my buddy list. Perhaps if I boot up YIM proper rather than my IM client I can find him that way, I dunno. I'd love to talk to him - though just knowing he's alive is sufficient.

Two of the neighbourhood cats are having a disagreement, which involves them screeching their heads off underneath my window every evening. Naturally, this sends the dogs batshit barking mad. I'm starting to really wish I lived somewhere where indoor cats were the norm... both of my dogs adore cats, but they find them so very exciting and stimulating they go nuts every time they see one. And because all the local cats are indoor-outdoor cats here in suburbia, we hardly ever go out of the door without meeting one. One of the ones we met yesterday actually followed us for about fifty yards - buggered if I know what that was about. Dog lover? Guard cat? Plain stupid?

Some of the random cat encounters are pure gold, though. Yesterday morning we were walking towards the end of a cul-de-sac when Spike caught the eye of a big black cat who was relaxing in the sun on top of someone's garden shed - the shed roof was just the other side of a six foot garden fence, so the cat leered down at Spike with a very arrogant expression, taking obvious pleasure in the fact that no mere dog could possibly negotiate six feet....

...except that Spike actually can. Six feet is nothing to him, and when he hopped up and hung on top of the fence by his armpits, grinning his best psycho grin inches from the cat's face, I really wished I'd brought the camera. Instant collapse of feline stout party.