Sunday, September 5, 2010
for the hoard!
I almost killed a monkey tonight. I consider him a close friend and he's close enough to be part of my hoard, but he crossed a line. I didn't kill him, but I made him bleed and I can still smell that rich, delicious coppery scent. I'm glad he's alive, but a lot of me wishes he were dead. Grrr...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Pause in the story
A brief pause in the story as I'm now rather busy with getting moved. I'll have more of the Chronicles up soon, I promise. In the meantime, why not support your local non-humans by going out and killing some fellow monkeys.
Remember, friends don't let friends live to oppress otherwise superior species.
Remember, friends don't let friends live to oppress otherwise superior species.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Chronicles of Draconia - Terra Firma
It's been another 9 months. The Empress has waited patiently on Terra this whole time, her hoard reduced to just three eggs. Any one of these eggs could change the history of her people forever. Despite this, She already eagerly awaits the next brood - the warrior brood - never suspecting that the greatest warriors in her line are about to be spawned.
* * * Terra * * *
crack
"Yes...The first finally hatches..."
crackcrackcrack
The largest of the eggs bursts from it's sides, two small wings protruding in a manner even the lowest Drake would find abhorrent. Before the Empress can smash the egg, it finishes breaking free. The hatchling isn't nearly as deformed as she feared, but it has a mottled, bloody coloring to its scales instead of the beautiful golden scales one would expect an heir to wear. Also, there is no smooth flow from head to tail. Instead a bulging torso appears to have formed, and the wings are not only grossly larger, but they seem to have merged with his middle legs as well. She moves again to smash the abomination created by Khee`joff, but before she can it rears up and hisses in anger at both her and the other eggs. Before she can react it swiftly turns and smashes the other eggs, tearing out the throats of the almost-fully formed spawn.
As she watches, filled with conflicting emotions, she realizes that all three of the brood look alike. She doesn't know what treachery Khee`joff has tried, but while this hatchling doesn't look like a Drake, it behaves exactly as a Drake should.
"Ja'cov, my child...Welcome to the planet Terra, your home. Should your father let you live."
* * * Draconia - Shortly thereafter * * *
"I can feel my children calling to me, Khee`joff, the hatching must be near," says the Patriarch as he rolls onto his feet from the Prime Hoard.
"Yes, Lord, we are nearing the time. I cannot wait to see the results of my work."
"Me either. I was afraid you had corrupted these eggs and made them still-hatch. If your insistence on sending the originals to Terra had cost my line the throne, there would be no ending to your suffering."
"Of course, Patriarch, this is why I wanted to keep the modified ones close so I could monitor them."
On this note they enter the Royal Hatchery, where they discover a beautiful golden Drake, laying in a pile of shells and blood. No sign is left of his broodmates, except for the blood rimming his jaws.
"Master, your child is hatched as glorious and majestic as could be hoped for. He even dispatched his siblings as he should. Your Empire shall be in good hands with Ja'Cov," whispered Khee`joff obsequiously.
"No, Khee`joff, this isn't Ja'Cov. I can feel that he's already with my Dearest. this is Wa'Cov. He may be younger, but his hatching here is still all I need. Let us now go retrieve my other child and make our announcement to the Council."
"Yes, Lord, I look forward to it."
"Me too, I've been longing to taste the traitor's blood."
* * * Terra * * *
crack
"Yes...The first finally hatches..."
crackcrackcrack
The largest of the eggs bursts from it's sides, two small wings protruding in a manner even the lowest Drake would find abhorrent. Before the Empress can smash the egg, it finishes breaking free. The hatchling isn't nearly as deformed as she feared, but it has a mottled, bloody coloring to its scales instead of the beautiful golden scales one would expect an heir to wear. Also, there is no smooth flow from head to tail. Instead a bulging torso appears to have formed, and the wings are not only grossly larger, but they seem to have merged with his middle legs as well. She moves again to smash the abomination created by Khee`joff, but before she can it rears up and hisses in anger at both her and the other eggs. Before she can react it swiftly turns and smashes the other eggs, tearing out the throats of the almost-fully formed spawn.
As she watches, filled with conflicting emotions, she realizes that all three of the brood look alike. She doesn't know what treachery Khee`joff has tried, but while this hatchling doesn't look like a Drake, it behaves exactly as a Drake should.
"Ja'cov, my child...Welcome to the planet Terra, your home. Should your father let you live."
* * * Draconia - Shortly thereafter * * *
"I can feel my children calling to me, Khee`joff, the hatching must be near," says the Patriarch as he rolls onto his feet from the Prime Hoard.
"Yes, Lord, we are nearing the time. I cannot wait to see the results of my work."
"Me either. I was afraid you had corrupted these eggs and made them still-hatch. If your insistence on sending the originals to Terra had cost my line the throne, there would be no ending to your suffering."
"Of course, Patriarch, this is why I wanted to keep the modified ones close so I could monitor them."
On this note they enter the Royal Hatchery, where they discover a beautiful golden Drake, laying in a pile of shells and blood. No sign is left of his broodmates, except for the blood rimming his jaws.
"Master, your child is hatched as glorious and majestic as could be hoped for. He even dispatched his siblings as he should. Your Empire shall be in good hands with Ja'Cov," whispered Khee`joff obsequiously.
"No, Khee`joff, this isn't Ja'Cov. I can feel that he's already with my Dearest. this is Wa'Cov. He may be younger, but his hatching here is still all I need. Let us now go retrieve my other child and make our announcement to the Council."
"Yes, Lord, I look forward to it."
"Me too, I've been longing to taste the traitor's blood."
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Chronicles of Draconia - Brooding About the Future
Three years have passed, the Empress has laid her brood of eggs. The Patriarch fertilized them in the old traditions, but something is amiss. The Science Councilor has managed to stabilize passage between Draconia and another planet, but only organic things with a consciousness can pass through. None of the grand technologies can be saved, and the Council is planning for the future of their species.
"Councilor K'Norsskss, your portal device is wondrous indeed, but how do you plan on using this to gain control of The People from the Patriarch?" began Councilor En'Fre'Yl, the former Patriarch of the Western Hemisphere of Draconia.
"Very simply. As we all know, the Patriarch resisted ever spawning a brood until he had unified The People as an attempt to prevent anybody from manipulating him, or his bloodline. What he seems to have forgotten is that Draconian Traditional Law states that any heir must have been hatched on the homeworld. What I propose is that when the brood hatches, the Council will have to acknowledge the brood as having been spawned on the homeworld, unless we decide that the homeworld is no longer where the brood hatched. If the Patriarch takes the brood to this Terra, we declare that Draconia is still the homeworld. If they are hatched here, we declare that Terra is our new homeworld for Draconia is dead. Then we merely need to decide which of our heirs gets to be the new Patriarch."
*** Elsewhere on Draconia ***
"My lovely Empress, please wake. I have a task for you to save our heirs."
The Empress writhes in the nest, disturbing vast swaths of the hoard. "Yes, my dearest Patriarch?"
"Wra'cova, I need you to go through this portal while I'm in meeting this `noon. Take the half of our brood I have marked. Khee`joff's work in manipulating my spermatozoa appears to have been successful. Our brood of 6 eggs is truly just 3 pairs of identical heirs. We will confound the Council's shallow efforts to destroy our ruling of The People."
"When will you tell them that you know of their stupid plans?"
"When the brood hatches, Ja`cov and Wa`cov's mere tandem existence will let the Council know. Then we purge the ones we need to."
"Councilor K'Norsskss, your portal device is wondrous indeed, but how do you plan on using this to gain control of The People from the Patriarch?" began Councilor En'Fre'Yl, the former Patriarch of the Western Hemisphere of Draconia.
"Very simply. As we all know, the Patriarch resisted ever spawning a brood until he had unified The People as an attempt to prevent anybody from manipulating him, or his bloodline. What he seems to have forgotten is that Draconian Traditional Law states that any heir must have been hatched on the homeworld. What I propose is that when the brood hatches, the Council will have to acknowledge the brood as having been spawned on the homeworld, unless we decide that the homeworld is no longer where the brood hatched. If the Patriarch takes the brood to this Terra, we declare that Draconia is still the homeworld. If they are hatched here, we declare that Terra is our new homeworld for Draconia is dead. Then we merely need to decide which of our heirs gets to be the new Patriarch."
*** Elsewhere on Draconia ***
"My lovely Empress, please wake. I have a task for you to save our heirs."
The Empress writhes in the nest, disturbing vast swaths of the hoard. "Yes, my dearest Patriarch?"
"Wra'cova, I need you to go through this portal while I'm in meeting this `noon. Take the half of our brood I have marked. Khee`joff's work in manipulating my spermatozoa appears to have been successful. Our brood of 6 eggs is truly just 3 pairs of identical heirs. We will confound the Council's shallow efforts to destroy our ruling of The People."
"When will you tell them that you know of their stupid plans?"
"When the brood hatches, Ja`cov and Wa`cov's mere tandem existence will let the Council know. Then we purge the ones we need to."
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Chronicles of Draconia - The End Is Nigh
Two planets out in a binary star system is a large, arid rock. This planet is called Draconia, and it is populated purely by various forms of large lizard, and has been for millions of years. Humans call them Dragons, they call themselves Drakes, or People. Their world can't support life much longer. Except this is over 5,000 years ago as far as you'd reckon. The rock has been dead for some time. The People aren't. This is their chronicle.
The Patriarch Emperor meanders in from his balcony, heeding the Science Councilor's page. Uncertain as to the meaning of the summons, after all He already knows that his people have less than ten orbits to move to the new homeland. Sensing his Master's approach, the Councilor meets him in the corridor to join in a walk instead of be enclosed with one so powerful and tempestuous.
"The time cycles near, Patriarch."
"You insult me by presuming I'm not fully aware of the fate of My People."
"I meant no such slight, Master, but merely remind you that you must Sire a brood soon if you wish to preserve your empire..."
"I understand quite well the pressures, but my mate is not yet old enough to lay a brood...And despite your best efforts to get me to fertilize a brood of your sister, my heirs shall be of lineage purely of my choosing."
"As you wish, Sire, but our --"
The Patriarch's bulk shifted swiftly, much faster than one would expect a wyrm that big to move. Before the Councilor could react, his wings were trapped under him, his rear legs pinned by one of the Emperor's, his short forelimbs useless at this angle. The Emperor's longer frame keeping him out of reach, the Councilor knew his life was forfeit at any moment if he didn't choose his words carefully.
"Grand K'gnathcov Dracov please forgive my --"
"Silence. If I didn't need your support on the Council you would have been dead long before. Stop trying my generosity with your constant attempts to garner power. If you are lucky my heir may choose your line. If you are unlucky I will end your line. Never forget that."
"Yes M--"
"I. Said. Silence."
The Patriarch Emperor meanders in from his balcony, heeding the Science Councilor's page. Uncertain as to the meaning of the summons, after all He already knows that his people have less than ten orbits to move to the new homeland. Sensing his Master's approach, the Councilor meets him in the corridor to join in a walk instead of be enclosed with one so powerful and tempestuous.
"The time cycles near, Patriarch."
"You insult me by presuming I'm not fully aware of the fate of My People."
"I meant no such slight, Master, but merely remind you that you must Sire a brood soon if you wish to preserve your empire..."
"I understand quite well the pressures, but my mate is not yet old enough to lay a brood...And despite your best efforts to get me to fertilize a brood of your sister, my heirs shall be of lineage purely of my choosing."
"As you wish, Sire, but our --"
The Patriarch's bulk shifted swiftly, much faster than one would expect a wyrm that big to move. Before the Councilor could react, his wings were trapped under him, his rear legs pinned by one of the Emperor's, his short forelimbs useless at this angle. The Emperor's longer frame keeping him out of reach, the Councilor knew his life was forfeit at any moment if he didn't choose his words carefully.
"Grand K'gnathcov Dracov please forgive my --"
"Silence. If I didn't need your support on the Council you would have been dead long before. Stop trying my generosity with your constant attempts to garner power. If you are lucky my heir may choose your line. If you are unlucky I will end your line. Never forget that."
"Yes M--"
"I. Said. Silence."
Been sitting...
So I've been sitting on this blogger for a while now, and people are starting to hassle me to actually use it so they can follow me. So I'll be using this space for some life updates and poetry, and progbably link sharing with commenting. So basically a long-form facebook, like weblogs used to be back in the day (Wednesday, to be exact.)
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