Title: Five Things That Never Happened During the Firebringer Trilogy
Author: bardicsidhe
Rating: PG
Warnings: Contains (non-graphic) character death.
Summary: Written for that darn Five Things challenge that I can't for the life of me find a link to the rules of. If someone knows, help me out? I wore myself out googling for it.
Note: If you feel like contributing, the gauntlet has been thrown down here. If you want to write but can't post there and don't want to join the Group, just let me know where it's posted, and I'll post a link on the challenge board once you're finished so that the group can find your story and enjoy it too. :3

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For the whole of the homeward journey, Tek's forehead ached with the firebowl's burn. Yet it was no match for the slowly smoldering ache within her heart. She wondered if it always would. She hoped so. Like the stories of the lightning storm three hundred years before that swallowed a quarter of the mountain firs, Tek imagined her soul would lay like dead dark ash and smoking coals even beneath a soaking rain.

She had survived the wyvern queen's sting only with her mother's late help. The wyvern queen, killed at the cost of Jan's life.

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Well, for reasons beyond my control here, I didn't get to sit home with my laptop at a late lunch and watch the Abiogenesis today. I started to...it gave me a good ficcish idea to submit to the forums because of the strange way in which I (or rather, Tristan's Evenflight, since it was his deer) was booted off the server.

My laptop suddenly does not like the wireless connection here, and this poor desktop tower is just so overloaded and staggering underneath the weight of shit it probably doesn't need (but I don't have the authority/know-how to safely uninstall) that it can't handle that many deer in the Endless Forest at once. And there were a *shitload.*

Not to mention that for some reason, the server just wouldn't log poor Evenflight in. So he felt like a subcitizen, and nameless, stripped of his sigil.

For later:

The Forest hiccupped and suddenly everything, everywhere, stopped. Evenflight felt a draft of cold air, and then warm humidity once again, and the patter of rain...and yet...

none of the others moved. He looked from left to right, and saw all of his companion deer standing still, frozen in place as if little more than warmblooded statues. A black stag stood with his head turned, forever looking off to the right. Tails twitched, ears moved, but for that the company was quiet.

The gods, a little distance away from Evenflight...were also frozen. They stood together, meshed, one large stone embracing itself, hovering above the earth. For a little time Evenflight thought that perhaps it was caused by the Twin Gods, and then realized that...no. Binding and restricting was not a part of them. All were free to come and go, worship or not, walk away or pursue. This was not natural.

Evenflight felt a cold stab of panic then... and in a blink, he was alone. The Twin Gods remained before him, but the glen around them was devoid of all but the rain.

In another heartbeat...

Everything went white.

[Evenflight bashed the keyboard in frustration as Windows threw him an error. In the secret name of the Twin Gods, why?]

...A really addictive fanfic, that has some minor flaws and some major plot holes and all in all, was satisfying in a lowdown dirty way even if it wasn't that brilliant. The plot was obviously manufactured to provide as many excuses for sex as possible, but I can't help it, I liked the feelings it drew up. And really...the premise could have been awesome, had the potential to be mind-blowingly hot and clever. It was just that the execution of the story fell short...which happens, sometimes and is really nobody's fault. There's a difference between knowing a storyline could be awesome, and then executing it so that it is. I've fallen way flat on things that could have been awesome, and I've seen it happen to other people.

The premise could be applied to any other canon of any other series. It's one of those 'genetic mutation' things, shifting the genetic behavioral patterns just a little bit, introducing animal traits like territorial possessiveness, aggression towards competitors, fighting to attain dominance, a set of gestures as a means to communication, bonding between a number of individuals into a 'family' unit... pack behavior, wolves. The characters still maintain their ability to (mostly) function as humans, but are helpless to instinctive responses.

The idea of throwing it at DE-Manhattan in an enclosed space kept me busy all morning. We have a variety of dominant personalities, I could already see three to four of the men alone getting into battles for supremacy, and that's not even including Mai, who could probably kick everyone's ass if she had to, especially if they infringed on her territory bar. I was trying to figure out who'd come out on top, but I think it'd be mostly a matter of luck and timing.

...It's still pestering me. It's one of those bizarrely interesting concepts that's going to pester me all day, I'm sure.

I feel better, in case you can't tell. *wry* More later. And congrats to nightengale, in her new apartment! Way to go, hon!

Right, okay. How the hell did a fairly innocent and straightforward smut plot writing prompt (behind the wheel of a car "Don't worry, I'm good at this!" Nickelback, anyone?) turn into a PG-rated storm chasing sequence?

...

Okay. I think I'm gonna write the smut anyway in an alternate story. Just to prove I still can.

I fully blame it on Helen Hunt and not Seto this time that Duke and Tristan (and Rafael, Valon, and Joey) ended up in Oklahoma. Damn Twister eats my brain even when I haven't watched it recently. XD