And then... I rolled off the damn bed and woke up on the cold floor... How I wish I could return to that dream. Wonder what it meant? Aside from the fact that I really should stop snacking so late in the evening.
I am not really in the mood to do much... let alone work on articles. Not that there is anything new to work on. It's pretty much the same on thing... Raids tearing friendships apart, Dark Knights acting like school yard bullies -- pretty much going after those who say things they don't like... goddess forbid! What make things worse, is that they have no real proof, thus making them look akin to paranoid mental patients The entire lot of them need to grow up, shut up -- and focus on what really matters... that spy within their camp!
Haha... but no... no news. I think there were a few events and such, but I am not feeling up to doing anything. I am sure Kito will gladly print the results or any images for them.
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Evening comes which means an escape from the world of man... It was yet another day of nonsense. I did find out that the Dark Knight's have placed a bounty on me for -- something I didn't write. Truthfully, I do not understand how they even know my name... sense both of the articles they are upset over are not even under my name. I have never spoken with most Dark Knights... No matter... it is just proof that idiots don't need a real reason to be cruel. To me, they are akin to a group of three-year-olds throwing a temper tantrum... I'll just wait until some other poor sap dares try to make a joke about the mighty knights of darkness! Hah -- oops, I just made a joke about them -- bad me bad!
But, as I wrote in the paper, I don't care what they think about me. Ugh... now I grow tired of hearing about the Dark Knights. They are even bothering other mer-folk... trying to find who write whispers I suppose. To be honest, it wouldn't surprise me if the writer was from their own camp. If any of the Whispers stuff is true, the person would need to be really close to that camp. But again, it doesn't matter... they don't matter. I am not going to look into who wrote Whispers in the Wind's... mainly because I have something called a sense of humor.
How I wish I could write something beautiful. As I gaze up into the darkened sky I can't help but think of Kito. In truth, is is probably the only male I would submit to... the only one I trust enough to...give my all, mind, body... But, In am not sure if I will never get the chance to tell him. But... the idea wafts through my mind. Wouldn't it be lovely... I kneel before him, legs slightly open, palms resting, open... showing how open I am to him.
But maybe... maybe I should write a love story about him? Maybe about our first meeting... hehe. Would be a lovey break. Ah, I would love to escape within the writings of something from the heart. I can recall our first meeting like it was yesterday... I was waiting in the public setting area when he approached me. Sure, it wasn't exactly love at first sight. He seemed so serious... but when he found out I was seeking Lady Seren to join the harem, he agreed to give me a small tour...
The more we spoke the more I found out that we had a few things in common. He was from Nippon... and I... born off the coast, had spent time in that fair country... He invited me to his charming Ireem flat...-blushes- and from there... things took a very sensual turn.
Another dull day, yet I am writing at the mer-temple.
I made the mistake of reading back. I can't fully recall what I thought when I wrote about that person... but it's probably best that I get rid of the pages. They are already out my mind... better not leave a trace of them in my house. I traced down all the entries concerning that person, an ripped them from the pages. Pages were burned, and the ashes scattered to the seas. Best to let the one who inspired the words "fifty shades of fail" fade from my life completely. I am truly glad I choose Kito... now if I can only spend a bit more time with him.
Ugh... some moronic male filed charges against me just because I work for the paper. With no proof, sense my name is not on either article, even thought I helped write the first. Added, it was reported by someone I have never even meet! The hot Ireem sun really does a number on people's brains... Doesn't matter.. after everything I have dealt with, surprise attacks from that camp, boredom... more boredom... and idiots -- it's all just the same crap. Everywhere I go it's the same thing... maybe I should be grateful -- but I am not.
Regardless, as a result of dealing with such nonsense, I really don't feel up for finding that one amazing story. But, I do know it's out there... that one amazing tale that will help restore my faith in this city... well in love in this city. I will feel up to searching tomorrow... A funny note, the idiots running the rumor mills say I am married to Kito? When did that happen?! Geeze... the rumors make my life sound far more exciting then it really is! Mmhmm... gotta check the rumor mills again to, who knows... according to everyone else, I might be pregant!
Ah, it was another somewhat dull day. The only thing I really have to write about is the Dark Knight's event... well I would have something to write if I actually attended. From the news, it was to start with a slave chaise followed by a ritual sacrifice. Part of me... wanted to sign up as prey -- but I quickly talked myself out of it. The part of me that urns for collar is pretty much dead. I might still have a little submissive side... eh, I'll save that for when I see Kito. He is the on one I trust... well love wise... anyway.
Now if I could only motivate myself. The next big story is waiting in the sands of Ireem! I just have to woman up to find it! Mmhmm, I will probably go along with what Kingy Queen Ivery said and just make someone up about a random drifter. I mean, the slavers have not raided in a while... I could write up a good bit of nonsense about them!
Until the muse finds me, I will be more then happy to lurk the office... mer-temple, or just my house. Shame thought, it just feels like I am hiding something... or maybe it's a someone? Funny... I can't recall... must not be that important.
I am sure I will feel more up to wondering the city tomorrow. I do not I need to try to spend more time in the sun. I want to keep up my cute mer-glow!
The month of love is over... I assume sense it ended, before I could copulate... well become pregnant... , that my scales would have returned to their normal blue shade. I appear to be wrong. They remain the same shade of opal, that catch the light making them appear to be soft pastels of pink, blue, and pale sea green. I wonder if this has something to do with that potion? My hair has also grown in length... but the very tip as faded to a soft blue.
I almost wish I was back home. The elder healer of my clan would be able to tell me about these off changes.
No matter... aside from the raids, things seem rather dull. Part of me just wants to flat out quit trying. Blah.. no good stories out there besides the same old trash... something happening to some guy's slave... or someone getting slashed by someone's sword... Where are all the tales of magic and mystery! Like... Magi bewitching a maiden... or brave knight comes to the rescue of caravan lost in the wilderness... -sigh- I never hear anything good like that!
Ah well... I will keep on lurking... heh, if things get dull enough I might make up something. Mmhmm... about some random stranger. Oh... maybe I will just be a jerk and write about the people who keep trying to steal from the fucking till when it's bloody empty... while I stand a few yards away. I swear... the sun bakes idiots brains turning them into amazing morons the likes of which no normal person can comprehend!