And given the best weekend I've had in a very long time.

What incredible creatures, and her friend Trevor too flight from their side of the mountains to come to the aid of a dragon on the other side. I was in such a state of frustration and anger, and the wolves ran up to me so quickly.

I'll never forget the look of Trevor's eyes when I got off the train in Seattle. He strode up to me, unable to look away, and swept me up in the grandest of hugs. Then I ran to meet the wolf and took her in my arms as well and wanted to lift her off the very earth. I imagined tails wagging furiously, as I walked as one condemned, though pleased to be so well received.

We then made the trek up to Bellingham and I've never had a trip take so little time. We were magpies in a tree, chattering and laughing and sharing. We stopped at Northgate, and that's when I started to blush. I felt the care and appreciation of Trevor suddenly manifest itself and we kissed. It was like, the walls of every defense I had suddenly burst into flames and I let so much anger go. ahem!

Well after a lovely lunch - it was back on the road to Bham. We arrived and immediately checked into a hotel and... omg... magically it had been upgraded to a suite... nono. a POOLSIDE Suite! OMGZ. lol. I knew we'd been hoping to give ourselves the benefit of a hottub run after the moving was done but... I'd never expected this! The other room had a king-size bed. (awwwh yeaaah!)

Next, without wasting any time, we picked up the truck and I learned how to drive a massive vehicle. It was time to move.

I'm going to sum this up as quickly as possible - it was very tough.
I punched a tree. I hated saying goodbye to the dog. I wanted to take a mutually owned gecko but decided that she would bring more joy to my ex than me. I felt the way I felt when I first moved into the place - like I didn't ever really belong.

But then, it was over. Just like that, 4 hours later. It was done.

A few hours later, we'd hottubed, I'd been swept off my feet by an amazing man who did nothing more than smile every time he saw me, then took care of any and every need I had - namely that of feeling like the most wonderful and amazing woman this earth has ever seen. A warrior queen, I most certainly am.

Then it was booze all around (for me nothing less than Maker's Mark), pre-funking the downtown bham atmosphere, then sitting at the Copper Hog for drinks, and a lovely walk home in the crisp air. I felt like I was floating miles above the town. I smoked a cigar, protected my protectors and showed them the town that has seen 3 men dump me since I've lived there. Well Bellingham, you can take this lovely single finger salute and shove it up your ass cause I OWN YOU!!!

Oh yeah. And my costume. Was me. Warrior Queen. hot as shit in a short short black skirt, corset-like top and my bitch boots. Yeah. My right hand? Rivven. my left, Trevor. Fuck.Yeah.


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BEST HALLOWEEN EVAR!

Unwanted, tossed aside from place to place. A home destroyed with the flick of the tongue.

Misused, mistreated, sinking into darkness. In the heart of stone, she sinks ever deeply. Every sound blocked. In the hearth, all is quiet, precious, and preserved.

Walking down an empty hallway, where memories are posted up as fading photographs, ripped, torn, faded. dust competes with cobwebs in the corners. It is a sickly silence where even the quiet padding of clothed feet seem loud and unbidden.

There is one memory that provides light, in the middle of the room. It is polished, almost glimmering with what could pass for hope in this dreary place. If you look at it closely, it might whisper a few secrets. Secrets that could make a smile creep over every face of every tear-stained face.

And yet, things are still just beyond control. A memory is untouchable again. Made, and then forgotten. Recorded, then dusty with age. And what may seem like a light in the darkness, is really just a tiny hope based on a single fading memory.

And where, in these walls of stone, is the place that the soul is bound to rest? There is an iron chair, full of spikes, cold as ice. Reminding all, that no position of power, happiness, and joy should be held without first facing the challenge of overcoming the discomfort of life and life's disappointments.

this is the name of my heart's stony place. And the person who resides within it, trapped, is Aeglyss the Unbidden, the Unwanted, the Exiled. Here I speak with her, and know, the real truth of life, unbiased and, unfortunate.

-Excerpt from Aeglyss's personal journal.
And Liren's fictional companion.