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The Ermine

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The Ermine

The Ermine When Winter didst thee kiss, By thy tail did he grasp — Not wishing to betray Wide Gaea’s afterthought, The marking of moist loam, The Raptor’s distraction, The Owl’s warning.

Boneflower Saga - At the Eurotas

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Boneflower Saga - At the Eurotas

"The ancient Laconians once said, to appreciate their best soup, one had to bathe in the Goodturn River. Well, were here, we might as well try it." He dipped his toe in, then instantly pulled it back. "COLD! It's icy!" "Still want to take a bath in it?" Sceya shivered. "I have to. To honour the ancients, I must!" He put his toe in again, and, screwing his face up in discomfort, edged another toe in, and another, and another. "Any day now, Sceya." "I can't just jump in, Boney! It's an inherited condition: everyone in my family on my mother's side got into cold water slowly." By now, all his right toes here in the gelid water. Another ete

Boneflower Saga: Addendum: Sceya II is an Arsehole

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Boneflower Saga: Addendum: Sceya II is an Arsehole

 Nearly halfway through his duties, the rat decided now was as good a time as any to take a breather. He pushed the cart laden with cleaning supplies to the side of the hallway and leaned against the wall. He scratched the base of his ear and, breathing deeply, let a smile open across his face. He might not make enough to afford a room for the night, but he figured working in those rooms was almost as good, certainly the best he could expect in this lifetime. "Excuse me." The rat turned his head, in no particular hurry, to face the voice, which didn't sound like it deserved to be excused at all. It belonged to a short, bespectacled stoat,

A Silent Sound

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A Silent Sound

In Syria, a silent sound in silence echoes still - An age-old echo from the ground in silence echoes still - A still, small voice from out the mound in silence echoes still - It seeks to speak! - no voice is found. The silence echoes still.

How Now, Madame

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How Now, Madame

How now, madame! The camel's back is broken. Such hatred spoken- Such hatred, spoke by one who seemed so pure! You've gone too far! The poet's ire's awoken! The poet's ire's awoken! I won't be called a dirty saboteur! I put in so much effort, Such hours and days of effort, Such weeks and months of effort, All toward a common goal. Now you would brew a rancid batch of falsehoods? So might the Lord show mercy on your soul!

Tammy the Stuffed Otter

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Tammy the Stuffed Otter

 Tammy was lonely. With her parents away on business trips most of the time, her only company was her sister - her very eccentric, outcast-by-choice sister, her Goth sister who'd lock herself in her room for hours on end, a room perpetually off-limits to Tammy, as the sign "Enter and die" on the black door made crystal clear - and that was no company at all. The only company the 6-year-old really had was a gift from her parents for her third birthday. It wasn't much, just a cheaply-made, overstuffed (and probably overpriced) plush otter. Whoever had made it, they'd made no effort to hide the seams, and even less effort to hide the stitching:
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The Ermine

T

The Ermine

The Ermine When Winter didst thee kiss, By thy tail did he grasp — Not wishing to betray Wide Gaea’s afterthought, The marking of moist loam, The Raptor’s distraction, The Owl’s warning.

Boneflower Saga - At the Eurotas

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Boneflower Saga - At the Eurotas

"The ancient Laconians once said, to appreciate their best soup, one had to bathe in the Goodturn River. Well, were here, we might as well try it." He dipped his toe in, then instantly pulled it back. "COLD! It's icy!" "Still want to take a bath in it?" Sceya shivered. "I have to. To honour the ancients, I must!" He put his toe in again, and, screwing his face up in discomfort, edged another toe in, and another, and another. "Any day now, Sceya." "I can't just jump in, Boney! It's an inherited condition: everyone in my family on my mother's side got into cold water slowly." By now, all his right toes here in the gelid water. Another ete

Boneflower Saga: Addendum: Sceya II is an Arsehole

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Boneflower Saga: Addendum: Sceya II is an Arsehole

 Nearly halfway through his duties, the rat decided now was as good a time as any to take a breather. He pushed the cart laden with cleaning supplies to the side of the hallway and leaned against the wall. He scratched the base of his ear and, breathing deeply, let a smile open across his face. He might not make enough to afford a room for the night, but he figured working in those rooms was almost as good, certainly the best he could expect in this lifetime. "Excuse me." The rat turned his head, in no particular hurry, to face the voice, which didn't sound like it deserved to be excused at all. It belonged to a short, bespectacled stoat,

A Silent Sound

A

A Silent Sound

In Syria, a silent sound in silence echoes still - An age-old echo from the ground in silence echoes still - A still, small voice from out the mound in silence echoes still - It seeks to speak! - no voice is found. The silence echoes still.

How Now, Madame

H

How Now, Madame

How now, madame! The camel's back is broken. Such hatred spoken- Such hatred, spoke by one who seemed so pure! You've gone too far! The poet's ire's awoken! The poet's ire's awoken! I won't be called a dirty saboteur! I put in so much effort, Such hours and days of effort, Such weeks and months of effort, All toward a common goal. Now you would brew a rancid batch of falsehoods? So might the Lord show mercy on your soul!

Tammy the Stuffed Otter

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Tammy the Stuffed Otter

 Tammy was lonely. With her parents away on business trips most of the time, her only company was her sister - her very eccentric, outcast-by-choice sister, her Goth sister who'd lock herself in her room for hours on end, a room perpetually off-limits to Tammy, as the sign "Enter and die" on the black door made crystal clear - and that was no company at all. The only company the 6-year-old really had was a gift from her parents for her third birthday. It wasn't much, just a cheaply-made, overstuffed (and probably overpriced) plush otter. Whoever had made it, they'd made no effort to hide the seams, and even less effort to hide the stitching:
  • June 10
  • Canada
  • Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio
Katusagos Dhg^homworh2gosuh1nus h1esmi. Wesus tewei!
(Battle-wary/-seeking/-knowing Earth-worker's-son am-I. Noble-goodness thee-to!)
(I'm C. Goranson. All the best to you, viewer!)
^.^

Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: Classical
Skin of choice: O.o Um, my own skin is FINE, thank you... geez, all these people wanting to flay me...
Favourite cartoon character: Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes. Or Grace from El Goonish Shive

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Gustav Mahler. He lived 1860-1911
Other Interests
Music, Writing stories about animals (currently doing one about a stoat girl), languages, astronomy

Help an artist in need, please

Help an artist in need, please

Not me — I'm alright as is — but  !CalvinAndHobbesPwns (https://www.deviantart.com/calvinandhobbespwns), who has been… well, I'll let his words speak for me. Suffice it to say, he and his kin are in very dire straits. gofundme.com/gghnrw I hate to have to post this here, I know this is basically just begging for money, but begging is my only option right now. I'll explain the situation the same way I explained it in the link: We are a family of four, and we have just been unjustly evicted from our house. We are living in a hotel room currently, but we are living there on borrowed time; at the end of November, the hotel's policy on letting people stay will end, and

Please help him

Please help him

A fellow artist, ~MageOmega (https://www.deviantart.com/mageomega), has fallen on severely hard times, as detailed in his journal: (http://mageomega.deviantart.com/journal/I-can-t-believe-it-s-come-to-this-again-V-V-430973194) In exchange for PayPal donations, he is raffling off a keyboard with add-ons for gamers.

Update (Wired again)

Update (Wired again)

About a month ago, I finally got a new computer. No more laptops for me, and to Tartarus with Toshiba: this baby's a brand-spanking-new desktop Mac. It's almost as light as my laptop was. The built-in sound system is excellent, and the wireless keyboard and mouse allow me to sit on the couch while using the machine. Sure, there's no CD drive, and I have to replace the batteries in the mouse and keyboard every so often (so fat only once, and that was for the mouse), but let me tell you, it's been longer than I can remember since I've been this pleased with a computer. I had a great time at Furnal Equinox earlier this month. Spent lots of mone

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