My Christmas

First off, Merry Christmas/Happy Yule everyone! I hope you had a wonderful day.
(There is Cursing in the following text. Sorry if it offends you, but this is how I talk.)

I spent my Christmas at my dad’s house. To most people, this wouldn’t be a problem, but my dad (who isn’t really my dad) is a soul sucking bastard. After the Christmas eve party I went back to my dads house, where I was too spend the next few days at. The second I walked through the door my head started to hurt. It wasn’t very bad, so I didn’t notice it until later when I looked back on my day. It still wasn’t that bad as long as I kept busy. When I went to bed, well, that’s a different story.  My head started to feel as if a spastic dwarf was using a pick ax on my skull. I was nauseous, which really wasn’t helping anyone. It took me almost 10 minutes to Ground myself and put up my Mirror (if you don’t know what that is, tell me in the comments and I’ll try and explain it to you), it was that bad. I couldn’t think very clearly for  a long time, even after I put up all of my defences. I’m fine right now, even though my head is throbbed a littlr. But I’ll refresh every thing tonight and I should be fine. Anyway, I’m typing this on my phone, which is about to die on me. I’ll update you guys soon!
Bye now!

The Forgotten Kitsune: Prologue

This is a story/book I’m going to try to write. Usually when I start to write something I give it up after a few days, mainly because I start to doubt myself after a few hundred words. So I’m hoping that by at least posting the Prologue someone will kick me to start writing it again when I start to lag. So I hope you enjoy.

(ps, this is mostly unedited ((spell check)), so it’s still really rough.)

(pps, feedback is appreciated!)



The first thing everyone notices about her is her hair. A shade of red so dark, it looks as if it’s black. It falls to her waist in dark curtain, just enough between wavy and curly, so that you can’t run your fingers in it without getting caught in a tangle. Of course she’d never let you touch the air around her, let alone her hair. The second thing people notice about her is her body, she’s tall, around the 6′ foot range, long legs, wide hips, a tiny waist, and a Double D chest. she seems like any guys (and plenty of girls) dream, right? wrong. the next thing people notice is her face. She’s pretty, with a full mouth, and a small nose that gives her an almost fox-like look. But it’s her eyes that turns people away. Her eyes are an inhuman amber color, ringed with black. If you pay attention, her eyes are the most expressive part of her. If you don’t watch though, then she almost always looks bored or critical. When you pay attention though, like when she spits out the words “go away!” like a curse, her eyes beg for you not to leave, because she’s scared that she’ll forget everything. you see, she doesn’t remember anything past a few years ago, so she’s always afraid she’ll forget who she is. She’ll deny it if you ask her that, but it’s the truth. I should know, as I’m the one that found her all those years ago, curled up on the ground with her tail wrapped around er face as she cried. Oh! You didn’t know she had a tail? I must have forgotten to mention that part. You see, my name’s Maria Von (just Von) and I forget alot of things.

Like saying the only the she remembers is that her name’s Hexaya, or that it was my turn to do the laundry, that I meant to say at the beginning of this that I’m 16 years old, and that Aya’s a Kitsune.

So now that that’s all sorted out, let’s get you back to The Forgotten Kitsune!