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NaNoWriMo Day One
Aya stretched, long and languid, gazing up at the morning sky. The orange, pink, and red made her smile. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, there was nothing to bring her down, no sounds of the elvish city, no voices telling her she was evil or cruel or a monster. Just the sounds of morning birds, the burbling creek nearby, the mountain breeze rustling through the trees, and the unhappy grunts of her traveling companion as he woke.
She turned her gaze to the mountain looming in the near distance. Only another day’s hike before they reached the base camp. So far, the trip had been uneventful, which was both good and bad. There was nothing for her to worry about, but it gave her plenty of time to think about her last few minutes with Munae.
The Shadowcat shook her head. She did not want to start her day with that elf on her mind. At this point, she hadn’t decided if she would return to Silverwater and her love or not. She was still angry. And hurt. And sad.
Aya decided to tr
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Pre NaNoWriMo 2
Three days earlier…
Aya and Munae sat curled up with one another in an armchair, tucked away in a quiet corner of the otherwise empty Silverwater castle library. Aya was due to leave the next morning, called away on a spiritual trip. The two were quietly talking, enjoying the last few hours they had together.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” Munae whispered, her face tucked beneath Aya’s muzzle, long ears tickling Aya’s throat.
Aya drew a slow breath. “I know, love. I’ve not got a choice. You know that. I can’t turn away from my spiritual roots.”
The elf nodded slightly, leaning back to gaze at the dark face of her beloved. “I know. I still wish you didn’t have to leave.” Her head tilted slightly, a small smile crossing her lips. “Come to my room with me?”
Aya chuckled softly, reaching up to rest her paws on her dear love’s cheeks. She leaned in, pressing a slow, warm kiss to Munae’s
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The study was silent. Too silent. Munae stared at her arcane studies for a moment, then pushed them away, collapsing back in her chair with a quiet huff. Things were not supposed to be this way. She was not supposed be sitting here, alone, in her home she once shared with her beloved. She was not supposed to be angry with her father, angry with her beloved, angry with herself. Aya wasn’t supposed to leave on angry terms.
Munae knew Aya would leave. She’d told her she would have to. Munae knew Aya had no choice. But not like this. Not after screaming at each other, not after calling each other names neither meant, not after arguing with her father. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Munae buried her pale face in her hands and cried.
Darkness. Silence burned in Aya’s ears. This trip, this… quest would be longer and harder than it should be. It would be difficult, climbing the mountain to the spirit Umar’s shrine, and memories of the last few days, of t
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Aya stretched, long and languid, gazing up at the morning sky. The orange, pink, and red made her smile. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, there was nothing to bring her down, no sounds of the elvish city, no voices telling her she was evil or cruel or a monster. Just the sounds of morning birds, the burbling creek nearby, the mountain breeze rustling through the trees, and the unhappy grunts of her traveling companion as he woke.

She turned her gaze to the mountain looming in the near distance. Only another day’s hike before they reached the base camp. So far, the trip had been uneventful, which was both good and bad. There was nothing for her to worry about, but it gave her plenty of time to think about her last few minutes with Munae.

The Shadowcat shook her head. She did not want to start her day with that elf on her mind. At this point, she hadn’t decided if she would return to Silverwater and her love or not. She was still angry. And hurt. And sad.

Aya decided to try to focus on the task at hand, and the climb to come. For every Shadowcat, to be called to visit the mountain shrine, to visit the spirit there and achieve some form of spiritual enlightenment was a gift and a dream come true. Or it should have been. For Aya, it was a release and something she dreaded. She could get away, live for herself for a while, but she was the furthest from spiritual that anyone could possibly be and didn’t even believe the shrine or the spirit existed. Why she was called, she had no clue. She wasn’t even certain why anyone would put a shrine on top of a mountain inhabited by mountain dragons. It was lunacy all around.

Her companion’s second grunt drew her attention. Iyden stuck his head out of his tent, peering up at the sky and then at Aya. “It can’t be six am yet. Why are we awake?” he asked.

Aya chuckled softly, brushing her paw back over her head. “It’s a long trip, Iyden. We need to make the base camp before nightfall, and we can only do that if we leave soon.”

The Grey Warden Shadowcat pulled himself to his feet, stretching much as Aya had. He was as typical for his Shadowcat breed as one could be – calm, quiet, stubborn, not a morning cat, protective, and loyal to a fault. He was a short, stocky tabby-striped grey feline, built like a tiger. Aya knew that if she weren’t the sort to prefer women, he would have come after her long ago. As it was, they loved one another like siblings.

“Ugh. Remind me again why I decided to go with you.”

“Because you love me.” Aya patted Iyden’s bare shoulder and walked toward the creek. Kneeling, she splashed water over her face and head, rinsing the night off in the best way she could in a creek barely two feet deep. She would have to find a pool or something to bathe in soon. She felt grimy.

Iyden joined her a moment later, towel in paw. “It’s been an uneventful week. Do you think the rest of the trip will be like that?” His bath was very similar, and he grumbled under his breath about being dirty.

“No,” Aya answered, standing and taking the towel from him. “We’re going up a mountain, for one, and we’re both forest cats. The mountain is inhabited by dragons, for another, which we don’t have the means or ability to deal with. And we’re visiting an imaginary spirit at a shrine-shaped rock, for a third, so we can get an imaginary gift of who the hell knows what.”

The other cat snorted. He was fully aware of how she felt about spiritual anything, and this trip. “Well, I suppose we can hope nothing goes wrong, then. Quick jaunt up, quick slide down, and home we go. Right?”

Aya snickered. “One can hope.”


“Munae, where are you going?” Myria stood in the doorway to her sister’s room, watching her bustling around, packing bags and boxes and, well, everything, it appeared.

“To the mountain,” Munae answered without looking up, shoving another scroll into the already full pack and frowning at it.

Myria stepped into the room to look around. “The mountain? Whatever in the world for?”

“Research.”

“Research? Munae, you have never left the city before. What in the world do you think you’re going to research on the mountain?”

Munae finally looked up, eying her sister in mild annoyance. “There are ley lines up there.” She turned the pack over, dumping its contents, and began to repack it.

Myria looked confused. “Ley lines? We know about those ley lines. Why do you need to research them? Is anyone going with you?”

The younger Moondancer unfurled several of the scrolls, reading them briefly before rolling them up again and setting them aside. “Some of the mountain dragons up there have unwittingly tapped into them. I want to know how, and what the ley power has done to them.” She avoided answering the other question.

Myria blinked once, then burst out laughing. “Are you insane? You’re going to go research ley-powered mountain dragons?” She made air quotes with her fingers when she said ‘research’. “Alone?”

Munae, suddenly looking and sounding rather irritated at her sister’s constant barrage of questions, snapped, “Yes, I am. They could be a danger to themselves, others, or the city. And yes, alone.”

Myria’s laughter stopped short. “You are insane.” She looked around the room, head tilting slightly. “Does Daddy know? And why do you need to take everything? How are you even going to manage that if you go alone?”

Ignoring her sister for a moment, Munae picked up a pile of books, dumping them unceremoniously into a box. She rummaged around another stack of books and scrolls, finding another pack beneath them all. She finally looked up again. “Yes, he knows. He’s not happy, and that’s why he’s not helping me in here. I’m not taking everything.”

“You’ve hardly talked to Daddy in a week, and certainly haven’t gotten along with him.” Dawning suddenly seemed to strike Myria, and she stepped a bit further into the room, enough to close the door. “This has to do with Aya, doesn’t it?”

Munae stopped short, her face growing hard. “This has nothing to do with Aya,” she snapped again. She was certain she would never see Aya again, and she was dreadfully hurt. After a moment, she added more quietly, “And everything to do with Aya.”

“You miss her, don’t you? Are you going to look for her?”

“Of course I miss her.” Munae’s anger came rushing back. “No, I’m not looking for her. I don’t even know where she went. I’m tired of thinking about her and being sad. I just want to get away and do something for myself and go… do something worthwhile without her being a constant presence in my mind. Is that fine with you?”

Myria held up her hands. “I’m not stopping you. But you are insane, going alone. Will you at least take someone with you? Take Damarius.”

The younger elf eyed her sibling. “I’m not taking Damarius. He’s a draconian, and if you’ll recall, I’m going to visit dragons. They don’t get along well. Besides, he works for the sun elves.”

“Fine. Take Evian then.” Evian was their older brother, and he disliked them both.

“Hah! No. I would rather go alone.”

Myria threw up her hands. “Take Torian. Someone? Please?”

Munae once again appeared to ignore her older sister, instead reaching for a small scroll on her desk, then turning to hand it to Myria. “While I’m gone, will you move all my belongings to this house?”

“What?” Myria blinked, taking the scroll and staring at it. “What’s this?”

“It’s an address.”

“Yes, I gathered that. To what?”

Munae’s eyes narrowed. “To a house,” she repeated slowly.

Rolling the scroll back up, Myria’s own eyes narrowed. “You’re moving? You’ve lived here at the university your whole life.”

“Agh!” Munae threw her hands up and resumed packing. “I did say I wanted to do something for myself. That is part of it. I’ve grown up. I’m getting out and living my own life for a change.”

“And how much of this is for Aya?” Myria waved the scroll.

Munae whirled around and stared down her sister. “This is for me. Me. Not for Aya, not for you, not for Daddy, not for anyone else. Me.” She slumped onto the bed. “I don’t even know if I’ll see Aya again.”

“Do you want to?”

“Oh hell, Myria, I don’t know. Right now, I don’t want to think about her. Look, if you’ll move my belongings, I’ll take Torian.”

The older sibling stood there, thinking, for a long time. Finally, she asked, “Does Daddy know?”

Munae snorted softly. “No, goddess, no. He’d lock me in here.”

“Wait.” Myria’s eyebrows lifted. “You want me to move your stuff, and Daddy doesn’t know? How do you propose I do that?”

“Get help, do it at night. I don’t know, Myria, I just know I’m not coming back here when I get back, and I’d like my belongings to be there.”

Myria sighed. “Take Torian, and I’ll do it.”

“Fine.”
NaNoWriMo Day One
Figure I'll post things here, show it off a bit more. It's my NaNoWriMo for this year, took last year off. We'll see how I do.

It is an extreme rough draft. Rough, meaning this may - probably will - suck and be badly written.
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Three days earlier…

Aya and Munae sat curled up with one another in an armchair, tucked away in a quiet corner of the otherwise empty Silverwater castle library. Aya was due to leave the next morning, called away on a spiritual trip. The two were quietly talking, enjoying the last few hours they had together.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” Munae whispered, her face tucked beneath Aya’s muzzle, long ears tickling Aya’s throat.

Aya drew a slow breath. “I know, love. I’ve not got a choice. You know that. I can’t turn away from my spiritual roots.”

The elf nodded slightly, leaning back to gaze at the dark face of her beloved. “I know. I still wish you didn’t have to leave.” Her head tilted slightly, a small smile crossing her lips. “Come to my room with me?”

Aya chuckled softly, reaching up to rest her paws on her dear love’s cheeks. She leaned in, pressing a slow, warm kiss to Munae’s lips, eyes closing, a soft purr starting in her chest. “I’d love to, my sweet,” she murmured back.

The sound of a clearing throat behind them broke the peaceful mood. Aya’s ears flicked back slightly, though she turned to face the tall elf behind their chair, while Munae’s gaze lifted and her silver brow furrowed. “Munae, I thought you agreed to keep your affections for this… creature out of the public eyes.” Munae’s father, Sindrian, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his own dark silver brow furrowed in an almost disgusted frown.

Aya’s tail twitched. Gently, she nudged Munae from her lap and then stood, leaving space between her and the large elf. She didn’t hate, but she found it very difficult to feel anything but an extreme contempt for the man. She said nothing, instead looking to Munae.

Munae frowned slightly. “Father, there is no one here, we’re not bothering anyone,” she replied.

“Is that all?” Aya couldn’t help her reaction. “I’m a ‘creature’ to him, and you’re not going to correct him?”

Both elves’ eyebrows went up. Munae spoke first. “It’s late, Aya. I’m sure he’s just tired and not thinking. He doesn’t mean such things, do you, father?”

Sindrian grunted. Aya’s grip tightened on the back of the chair she’d secured herself behind. “I know as well as you do what he thinks about Shadowcats, Mun.”

“If I had my way, you monstrous creatures would not be allowed in our hallowed city, and I would do everything in my power to remove you from this land as well,” Sindrian said, leaving no doubt in Aya’s mind that the man would kill her if he had a chance.

She expected Munae to get angry at this. She expected her love to show her love, to protect her and stand up for her, so that they could go finish their night in relaxed fashion. But what came from the elf girl’s mouth left Aya’s mouth hanging open.

Munae walked around the chair to lay her hands on Sindrian’s shoulders. “Now, Daddy, that’s enough. You’re being mean. Go on to bed now, would you? We’ll go back to my room.” She turned to Aya. “Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t mean anything he’s saying. Let’s not do this tonight.”

Shock made Aya’s tail stiffen. She bit her lower lip, watching the older elf huff and turn to walk out of the room. Waiting until the door closed behind him, she turned on Munae. “You have got to be kidding me. He meant every word he said. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d strike me down where I stand. He believes exactly what he said – that I am a monster, a danger to you and your precious people.” Her last few words came out with a sarcastic tone.

“Aya!” Munae suddenly sounded angry, the way Aya thought she would with her father. “He doesn’t care about you, Aya. He doesn’t care who or what you are. He knows what you mean to me.”

“Do you even hear yourself? He doesn’t care about me? What a lovely thing to say. I think your head is full of arcane gasses and sparkling lights.” The cat spat the common insult used on Moondancers.

Munae’s lips tightened into a thin line. “Now you sound like the monster he thinks you are.”

“Oh, now he does think I’m a monster. And clearly, so do you, given you made no attempt to correct him or me. You sound like a moonbaby.” Almost the ultimate in insults, moonbaby hinted at the fact that some Moondancers came across as high on something, drunkards, psychotics, or all of the above.

The elf’s eyes widened to saucers, tears glimmering in them. “You are a monster. You’re cruel and uncaring. Why do you listen to him? Why do you care what he says?”

Aya’s ears pinned flat to her head. She stood there in silence for a long few moments, trying to decide if she wanted to answer, or if that was enough of a knife to her heart. Finally, she grabbed her pack off the nearby table, looked Munae directly in the face, and said coolly, “Goodbye, Munae.”

Spinning around, she tried ignore the choked sob she heard behind her. By the time she reached the library door, she was crying. Damn that woman, she thought. Damn her for making me cry. I never cry… Damn her. She angrily swiped the back of a paw across her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was more angry at Munae, at Sindrian for starting it all, or at herself. She knew she hurt. By all the spirits, she hurt. She loved Munae more than life itself, she would have given anything and everything for her, but this was worse than being truly stabbed.

By the time she left the building and stumbled out in the mostly quiet streets, Aya could hear Munae behind her.

“Aya! Aya, please, wait!” Munae sobbed. Her voice was heavy and clearly tinged with regret. She was making a scene with her wailing, but seemed to not care. “Aya, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it. Please! Please come back! Please don’t leave, not yet, not like this! I’m so sorry…!”

Aya’s ears pinned further, eyes squeezed tightly shut. She could hear – feel – how heartfelt those apologies were, and yet… she kept walking. She squared her shoulders, set her gaze on the city gates, and walked away from the best three years of her life.
Pre NaNoWriMo 2
Writing done a couple of weeks ago that has to do with my NaNo this year. Novel only makes sense with this.
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The study was silent. Too silent. Munae stared at her arcane studies for a moment, then pushed them away, collapsing back in her chair with a quiet huff. Things were not supposed to be this way. She was not supposed be sitting here, alone, in her home she once shared with her beloved. She was not supposed to be angry with her father, angry with her beloved, angry with herself. Aya wasn’t supposed to leave on angry terms.

Munae knew Aya would leave. She’d told her she would have to. Munae knew Aya had no choice. But not like this. Not after screaming at each other, not after calling each other names neither meant, not after arguing with her father. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Munae buried her pale face in her hands and cried.


Darkness. Silence burned in Aya’s ears. This trip, this… quest would be longer and harder than it should be. It would be difficult, climbing the mountain to the spirit Umar’s shrine, and memories of the last few days, of the last week would make it even harder. Aya knew she would have to concentrate. But pushing Munae out of her mind would be nearly impossible. She was still seething at the woman she called her dearest love.

Aya knew Munae’s father didn’t approve of her; he never had. But Munae standing up for her father when he decided to voice his distaste just sent Aya over the edge. The angry words exchanged between the two women should have come from unrelenting enemies, not from long-time lovers. The names they called one another should have been names shared amongst those who truly saw each other as those names, not from women who came together because others called them those names.

Aya brushed a paw over her head. She picked up a small rock, hurling it into the darkness of the trees. Her yell of frustration and anger shattered the ringing silence.


Munae and Aya could not have been more different. Those differences were what brought them together, and what tore them apart. It was what made them such a specially bonded couple, and what drove them to hate and anger.

Aya was a Shadowcat, in particular a Nightstalker. Nightstalkers were well known for their ruthlessness, cruelty, hatred, coldness, and evilness. They were often thieves, rapists, and murderers. They were commonly affiliated with dark cults, some necromantic, some blood cults, some shadow cults. Nearly everyone on the cozy little island continent feared and hated Nightstalkers. Aya, however, was one of the very few Nightstalkers who didn’t fit at all within the perceived views of the elves, draconians, and cetans living on the island.

Aya was calm and quiet. She may have been cold in some ways, but she was in no way evil or cruel or ruthless. She didn’t hate; rather, she was fairly noncommittal about how she felt about anyone – except Munae, that is. She had nothing whatsoever to do with any cult, and had no intention of ever dealing with cults. She was an assassin. She was paid to murder and she did her job well, but she selected her contracts carefully, and never killed anyone she didn’t believe deserved such a fate.

Nightstalkers were generally stocky and muscular felines, with fur as black as the night sky. They had the overall build of a black jaguar, with the strength and power of the jaguar and tiger combined. Most had yellow, green, or red eyes; Aya’s were amber. Some had wings, some had horns, some had both, and some had none. Aya had wings, large leathery things that resembled those of a bat or dragon. Aya only stood at about five feet, six inches tall, short compared to other Shadowcats, but she had an ample, curvy figure that the more slender and statuesque Shadowcats did not.

Munae, on the other hand, was a Moondancer. Arcanists down to their very core, they lived and breathed magic. Some thought them crazy, some thought them dangerous, others thought them gifts from the gods. They were often taunted for the way they adored their magic so much. Their lives were structured, energies poured into learning all they could about the arcane, as well as in protecting the Sun elf city of Silverwater from cultists and other attackers. They lived amongst other elves, humans, draconians, and the occasional tigris – the easy name for the group of cats living on the island – or cetan.

Munae was textbook Moondancer. Magic was her thing. She adored the abilities being an arcanist afforded her. It helped, too, that her father was High Mage of Silverwater. She was outgoing and talkative, unafraid of anything, excessively friendly, and loved with the whole of her being. She could talk to anyone about anything, soothe even the most savage of beasts, and put love into even the jaded heart of a Nightstalker.

As with all Moondancers, Munae was a tall and slender woman, standing nearly six feet, four inches tall. She was almost too slender to be considered statuesque, but she was also quite athletic. Her curves were subtle and well suited to her form, and though she was in no way ample, she was also not at all flat-chested. Her pale skin was the color of the moonlight, her silver hair long and fine, her eyes light blue and piercing, and her elvish ears just a smidge shorter than the norm.

Aya and Munae were nearly night and day. Feline and elf, they had a relationship that few accepted and fewer understood. But it didn’t seem to phase them, didn’t seem to bother them… until their unexpected argument on the night of Aya’s departure.
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Hollaaa! :icondragonlick:
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Yami08 Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
thanks so much for the watch!! :iconjarryplz:
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kosmii Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch~!
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ChristinaMandy Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for the :+devwatch:!:iconbummiesplz::heart:
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lao-wa Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2013  Professional General Artist
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