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Cloudy Fog

A Look Into My Mind

THE WANDERING

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April - May, 2017

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BEGIN WITH A BASIC KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT YOU WANT YOUR STORY TO BE

This is a side-story based off of the mythological creatures known as werewolves. In this story, we have the narrator as a chieftain in his tribe, telling the children the stories of their ancestors. As the children listen with rapt attention, we travel to the past in the world of Takahiri and witness the journey of a young feline, Ambrose. Having been tossed out by his tribe for the believing in the Goddess that the other cats think deserted them, he travels across the world to meet other species like the wolves, birds, and humans. Upon finding the humans, he is struck with a sense of belonging and begins to communicate with the creatures, finding himself adopting many of their customs. His faith in the Goddess unwavering even when conflict begins to arise between the cat and the humans, he stands firm and is gifted the body of man. With this new skin, he resolves the conflict and brings the faithful cats from his tribe closer to the humans as well. Beyond this point is undecided. How exactly he resolves the conflict and brings his friends home is also not set in stone.

Circus Lion

CREATE AND OUTLINE YOUR MAIN CHARACTER (TOLD IN HIS WORDS)

Name: Ambrose

           

Background:

Remembers the time when wolves and cats lived among each other but split when the Goddess blessed wolf with the bodies of men. The division caused an uproar and the cats prayed to the Goddess for help, never receiving Her blessing as the wolf-men did. Bitterness arose within the feline ranks and the name of the Goddess became like poison upon their angry tongues. Almost all cat creature turned their back upon the very Being that gave them live. All…but one. Nameless. He watched as his kin fell from grace and his tribe was plundered into starvation and desolation. Yet, he kept faith. Even when he was cruelly beat and accused of being a traitor, he stood his ground in his devotion for the Great One. Eventually, his tribe banished him from their lands and he became a rogue wanderer. Coming upon the wolves, he made an appeal, but the wolves turned him down in fear of him being a spy and traitor of the Goddess. He then traveled further south to the land of the unknown-creatures, cautiously circling them and waiting for some sign from the Goddess. The story begins around this point.


Likes:

Deer and elk. Hunting. Exploring.


Dislikes:

Thunderstorms. His peoples’ belief system. Suffering of others. How the omegas are treated.


Education:

Little to none, academically. Taught how to hunt and survive only.


Employment:

Was one of the most skilled hunters in the camp before banishment.


Finances:

Nothing but what the Goddess provides.


Political Affiliations:

Wishes his tribe would return to the ways of the Goddess – so is the opposite of what his “government” believes.


Social Class:

Once a skilled hunter, now a rogue. Had many friends within the hunter ranks. Here is the class tower:

Elders – advise and can overrule the alphas if needed – usually don’t…

Alphas – yes, two – male and female

Betas – under alphas – takes over whenever they leave

Gammas – alphas’ lapdog – carries out whatever the alpha has ordered done – a tough and annoying job, but it keeps the wolf well-fed and respected

Hunters – hunt and fight for the food – eat their share directly after alphas and elders then feed rest of pack – seen as expendable, but useful – split up and switch shifts between hunting food and watching the breeders

Breeders – Both male and female – breed the next generation – useful and under constant protection of the hunters

Omegas – disposable, expendable, not respected, practically slaves to rest of pack – this is if you cannot breed, lead, or help the pack in any other way – you are NOT born into this

Rogues – lowlifes, scum, scorned and hated by any and all who see the mark of the rogue (scarred X over one eye) – can be turned away by any other tribe if mark is seen – wanderers – don’t tend to stick with other rogues (causes too many fights and makes them easier to spot if on the run) – you become rogue if your pack banishes you and gives you the mark, typically given for major crimes like murder or treason.


Fears:

A lot of things – is good at overcoming fears – fear of lightning has never faded, however, and caused problems with his hunting and his pack


Addictions:

            The Goddess


Biggest Regret:

Not being able to tell his mother goodbye and leaving her at the hands of those fools (though she is a breeder and therefore, hopefully, protected)


Believer:

THE GODDESS


Afraid of Death:

Yes, but is comforted by the fact that the Goddess watches over him and that he’ll be with her in afterlife


Seen corpse?:

He’s a hunter…


Seen ghost?:

Uh, not a ghost. Only the Goddess. Many tribe members claim to have seen the spirits of their ancestors, though this is usually done deep in the mountains or a dream


Sexuality:

Straight as man’s arrows


Glass:

Is full of cat piss – wait, what’s a glass?


Dressers:

Wtf is that? Clothes? What are those? Is it like fur?


Last cried:

When he had to leave his mother, cried for hours on end but was comforted by the Goddess and moved along


Can he see another person’s POV:

He understands why his tribe did what they did, but remains angry and upset over the possibility of how his mom may be treated without him – also understands the wolves’ hostility and fear towards him – But cannot for the life of him, understand the humans…yet


How he writes:

He kind of can’t…paws, remember?


How he thinks:

Sort of already explained this, soooooo…


How he speaks:

Mostly body language and with his eyes or mind, but can speak both cat and wolf, not a lot of human words.


How he feels:

Hungry…

Kidding, abandoned and lonely – lost and a bit frightened – the humans scare him but he feels like the Goddess is leading him there for some reason – being brave isn’t about not having fear, it’s about overcoming those fears and doing what needs to be done despite them (that’s his motto – his momma always used to tell him that)


Rules:

Speaks broken English.

Always capitalize the Goddess in all her names: Her, Being, Great One, etc…

See through animal eyes, not human; Human hands called paws, nails as claws, fur upon their head, but also feathers – strange creatures, they are…


Hunting (How It Works):

Although their main food source is plant life, the cats capture trespassers and/or spies and cook them into food. This is why hunters are also considered guards.

Jaguar

EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER AND ITS POSSIBILITES

Cat-Peoples do not speak with tongue but on occasion; Cat-Peoples speak with body and mind on most. Exception is given to Man-Peoples as Man-Peoples can not read Cat-Peoples much. I am of Cat-Peoples, tribe in South land with name of Ambrose. I am of hunt for Cat-Peoples and of protect for Breeder-Cats. I love Goddess and the things She bring. But Cat-Peoples do not love Goddess for She did not bring thing Wolf-People were given. I do not care, Cat-Peoples do. I do not see Wolf-Peoples but on occasion. Wolf-Peoples have divided of Cat-Peoples and live on lower land, close to Man-Peoples. Do not speak to Bird-Peoples and of Scale-Peoples. Bird-Peoples flighty and do not keep long. Scale-Peoples evil and pray of Devil-Person. I do not like Devil-Person. No peoples do. Fish-Peoples are friends, but do not come out on most as are shy peoples.

                  As Cat-People of hunt, I am not to be fear of things, but I am fear of much. I do not tell of this on most, I could be of punish. I am fear of flashing skies [lightning] and of Momma die. Momma of Breeder-Cats, I protect. I am strong, but am not smart and have not been given mind teaching. Man-Peoples say it as “school.” Momma tell of brave, but I am not feel brave. I am feel weak of mind. I am fear of Man-Peoples on most, but not Man-Peoples that read this. Man-Peoples see Cat-Peoples soon in story. Hope Man-Peoples like. Thanking,

Ambrose

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"May the goddess be with you, Kit"

Lady Jia, The Wandering

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SNEAK PEAK

An  Quick Peek at the Final Story

“Long ago, in these very lands, the legend of the cat-men commenced. The Goddess set it all into motion with her gift to the wolves: human skin. The cats, growing envious of the wolf-men, abandoned the Goddess and lived in turmoil for many years. They despised the Goddess for her traitorous act and imposed their hatred onto the young cats in their prides. All of the youngsters soaked up the distasteful emotions, knowing no better way; All of them, except for one, that is. This lone child grew up with the influence of his mother, cultivating a love for the Goddess rather than hate, setting the new age into motion.”
The great chief paused for effect and waved his hands above the fire, the previously visible shapes of a peaceful baby feline and its mother disappearing from view. Holding the rapt attention of all sixteen youngsters scattered around the campfire to hear his story, the chief clapped once in a signal for the drum to join in on the tale for affect. The deep and steady beating of the drum gradually rose in momentum as the pillar of smoke before them began to shift, morphing into a scene of chaos…
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“Mummah!” the sharp voice pierced through the night air, cut off abruptly by a pair of jaws closing around the young cat’s exposed neck. His gaze swept wildly around the campfire at all of the familiar faces, some excited, some scolding, and others afraid. The feline will never forget those faces, forever burned into the back of his eyes as the elders dragged him over to the Alpha of their pride. The tall, muscular, and intimidating figure of the leader loomed over the young feline with a smile that spoke measures of his cruel reign. Dead and dark as starless nights, his eyes spoke of how long he had been wishing for this moment to come along; the moment he was allowed to banish one of his own.
“Please!” the child pleaded with no real hope shining in his eyes; he knew that his fate was set but was willing to try anything.
“Silence, Ambrose!” the Alpha bellowed, the entire site falling quiet as all eyes locked onto him. “You have disgraced this pride and all other prides will deny you respite. Your actions have been vile and traitorous; for this, you are being banished. A punishment fit for a Goddess-follower.” He spat the last few words in the child’s face before grinning wickedly, his voice full of condescending and malice, “Oh, I’m sorry. Here, let me fix that for you.” With one sweep of his heavy arm, he slashed three thick claws over Ambrose’s left eye, forever marking him as one of the damned: A Wanderer.
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“The whole campfire stood silent save the cries of his mother from the breeder’s pit, her wailing a siren of unavoidable death for her 6-month old son. The Alpha stood before them all with bloodied claws and cast out the child without an ounce of remorse, sealing this terrible fate.” The smoke curled and twisted around the chief’s arm like a loyal pet as his voice bellowed over the campfire, many children moving to join the gathered crowd. His eyes were faraway and glassy, lost in the tale as the fire licked his fingertips lovingly. The eyes of the children held amazement and fascination, locked onto the new scene emerging from the golden flames.
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A scaly figure emerged from the mist of sorrowful browns and stood tall and proud, his head held high in a clear sign of dominance. Trailing behind him with their heads low to the ground and scruffs within the snake’s reach were his loyal lap dog and feline “friend.” The scaled creature slithered along the dusty ground, crushing the pitifully weak weeds beneath his massive weight. A screech sounded off to the trio’s left followed by an anguished scream, though they did not pause. It was a common occurrence to hear such sounds in the Land of Wandering Souls and no trained warrior attempted rescue anymore. Those who were not strong enough, were left for dead. The Wandering is no place for broken souls and sympathetic hearts.

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