Even More Writing Progress



Think it was long before Christmas when I worked on & showed the progress of the novel chapter, so here we are. 🙂 Must tell ya first that it isn’t a lot, (distractions), but as of late, my muse (above) has been waking up in the weeee hours of the AM, nudging me to write, which tis great! ^_^


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Author’s Note: Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!

Rated Mature: For violence/gore, language, and adult themes. So if you object, turn away now!

Having this crimson furred double of Blackrose staring at them, preening it’s arm fur so carefully put the vampire cat and Fujiko beside themselves, making the two on edge, but Blackrose more so. She didn’t need to guess what this entity was or what it wanted to do, the look in her double’s eye told her as much, forcing a cat like demonic howl from her as, “I won’t let you harm him!” fell from her lips while she got on all fours, running and jumping to attack this copy, but it caught her arm. While there seemingly trapped, it wasn’t lost on Blackrose that she could get free, she knew she could get away by shadow stepping, that wasn’t her plan. No, her plan was to study this copy and find out what her senses told her were true, which prompted Blackrose to roar as she threw a dark energy spire in the crimson cat’s face and jumped away.

Watching the vampire cat she once spurred as a friend fight this counterpart with her full power, Fujiko could see the change in Blackrose from centuries ago. True, though one of the undead and fighting with her full power at her disposal, being in love with a man who brought this out in her amazed the feline blacksmith, letting, “Suzu, my teacher’s son, Xavior warmed Blackrose’s heart?” work through her mind as a smile formed. After the vampire cat finished her flurry, an attack that did nothing and saw her land on all fours, it became apparent this evil entity wasn’t anything that would be taken down by “normal” means, having Fujiko step forward with her friend.

As it licked it’s fur, the vampire’s counterpart saw the two approach, allowing it to get a smugness about it. While staring at the felines, trying to debate whether to battle them here or attack the one weakness the one who cast her aside for first, an idea filling the crimson furred cat with perverse bliss. There was no doubt Blackrose’s evil enjoyed the image of Xavior, the man who she herself was hired to kill, but let love for him change her, an idea giving the entity a headache. Something about seeing the human’s blood on her claws and sword excited, the double, as if it got stronger, prompting, “I’m going to go after him myself and do what you couldn’t, no wouldn’t, kill him!” out of its mouth in a much more darker tone than the one who shed it before disappearing into a red mist.

Hoping to get to the entity before her counterpart dissolved, Blackrose roared, summoning an energy spire to her hand and threw it, missing her dark double by seconds. She didn’t need to guess her evil meant Xavior, letting, “Fujiko, stay and see what his sword might do, I’m going after my twin!” fall from the feline vampire’s lips in anger, anger at herself because she let Alucard, her Sire influence her darkness through the generations, causing this embodiment to exist. While a shadow overtook her into it, Blackrose took to the night, jumping from tree to tree like a cat would, off to the one place she knew this entity would be, the tomb of Xavior’s mother, having the feline shadow step faster.

As she watched the vampire vanish, the blacksmith had a lot of things going through her mind, driving her to sit on all fours and scratch her fur. Once done, she sheathed her blade, walking into her forge, in front of the cocooned Kahimoto while, “How will I know when it’s ready?” came out of her mouth, but what really worried the woman was the fact that she didn’t know if the newly infused sword spirit would help or hurt Xavior, and that alone made her light brown fur stand up. Oh, Fujiko would train with her master’s son so he could get use to the now half demonic blade and the weight it now most likely had, it went without saying, she didn’t know how the sword’s spirit force might act towards him.

As Xavior sat cross legged deep in thought, attempting to come to grips with killing his own sister, an act the man felt off about, something, perhaps a heaviness or the way shadows played on the tomb walls made Blackrose’s mate slowly stand. Scanning the area with his eyes, it couldn’t be denied he knew when the cat vampire was around, though he was still trying to get his head around Blackrose becoming good, but this felt much much more darker, having Xavior go for his sword, just remembering it wasn’t there, triggering an, “Ah shit…” from his lips while getting into his fighting stance. Every part of him could be heard telling the man this had risk written all over it, he knew this, yet, Xavior had no choice, other than Cerberus, the Guardian Spirit from Dracula’s castle, which, if needed, he’d use.

Still looking at the wall at the far end of his mother’s resting place, a figure of a feline started forming on it, making the question, “Is she back already?” come to the front of the warrior’s mind, but when he saw what stepped out of the shadow, he knew this battle just might be one he may not be one he would walk away from. “Woah, love the blood red hair and fur ya have going on! What are you, cause I know who you look like, but you aren’t her!” came out sternly as he looked in its eye, watching for any hint of an attack plan. Keeping an eye on the entity, something his mother Suzu said about evil began ringing in the Izurian warrior’s ear, something about some evil being so full of hate for something or someone, it splits off from the host and tracks the person itself, making Xavior chilly with what maybe fear.

“You are correct human, I’m the evil side of that weak kitten of yours, the side she tossed aside. You can call me Bloodrose! I’ll do what Blackrose’s too weak to do, kill you!” spilled from the double’s mouth so easily as it found joy knowing the man could die by her hand, driving it to attack. Using otherworldly speed, no doubt shared with the vampire it called a kitten, the counterpart went after the man, but though smirking, knowing a couple blows were landing, shock couldn’t keep away from Bloodrose’s face when it saw Xavior block one or two, making the entity madder. Pressing the attack, it knew how to injury the warrior, a way to mark him with a brand, prompting the vampire’s twin to use it’s paw and claw the man, leaving claw marks under Xavior’s left eye, causing a scream of great pain to explode from his mouth. Hearing the man screams and seeing him hold a hand over the area made the evil entity lick its claws happily before going in for the kill.

Feeling the sting of this thing’s mark and the blows before hand didn’t sit to well with Xavior, or maybe that was an understatement, but all he knew was the pain. “I need to call Cerberus…” shot across his mind, working through every corner of it, but could he chant the words in this condition came to mind as well, letting doubt come in. There wasn’t any debate of any kind, he knew he had to do something, and perhaps his mother’s spirit came beside the warrior, silencing the pain, having, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” flood from Xavior’s lips like water while his right arm began bleeding where the dog demon marked him. Though this would be the first time summoning it, the Izurian didn’t deny a slight feeling of what might be fear coming into play, holding him a bit, but he slammed his hand on the ground, letting the blood flow, forming a pentagram.

Looking at the man and seeing the pentagram of blood taking shape, Blackrose’s evil went after him with everything it had, knocking Xavior into a wall, having a gasp of pain exit the warrior’s mouth as offerings fell around him. It knew what the man attempted to do, the double wasn’t a fool, but little did Bloodrose realize, Cerberus heard the call of his partner and was on the way, prompting the crimson colored cat to go after the man to try ending him. Before it could, Suzu’s tomb got pitch black, as if night broke the doors, blowing out the touches lighting it, but in the blackness, three heads of the guardian spirit formed before the body of it completed, drawing the enemy away from Xavior.

Once solid, a great roar that shook heaven and earth exited the great demon, having it fix a gaze upon the warrior who summoned it. As his middle head leaned down, giving a low growl as it inspected the Izurian, Cerberus could smell that the warrior had life left in him, putting the demon at ease, letting it’s anger be directed towards Blackrose’s copy, having the left head look at the entity coldly. Turning to face the opponent, the great beast could smell his companion’s blood around it, enraging the demon more and getting plans together to fight this opponent. Eyeing the vampire cat woman’s copy, the underworld’s guardian knew this battle may not be an easy one, why would it be, but either the knowledge the speck of dust hurt the warrior or the demon’s standing among the demons of the other world fueled it, but fire started within Cerberus, driving the desire to defeat the entity and drag it to hell.

Peering across the room, looking at the beast, Bloodrose couldn’t deny the fact the human, a weakling such as this had tamed a demon, having her lick her fur, plotting. As it did, of course it didn’t matter if he had a devil guarding him, she would kill him, a fact it bathed in as a smirk started across its face. After what seemed like hours, Blackrose’s copy got on all fours and launched after her prey, letting the shadows cloak the advance, allowing the entity to jump from wall to wall, preparing to strike. To say that it had the taste of the man’s blood already on it’s fangs would be an understatement, the look on the double’s face said all, having Bloodrose bare its claws, but at the last second, Cerberus swatted the entity with his paw, knocking it into the floor.

“I will not allow this to happen!” left the great demon’s mouth in a thunderous growl while shooting Blackrose’s evil a cold look. Sure, the beast maybe a demon and fought the human himself, a battle still thrilling him to this day, but after, the blood contract sealed him as Xavior’s guardian spirit, a job it would perform within reason, having all three of Cerberus’s heads charge ice, fire and electricity to use. While doing so, the guardian of the great gate of the underworld knew his opponent could attack while his defense were getting ready, knowledge making the demon plot alternate plans. Like the great demon predicted, Bloodrose launched an attack, shadow stepping, trying to confuse it, but little did the evil know Cerberus anticipated it’s movement, allowing him to discharge all three elements point blank, sending the blood furred cat back.

“Cursed beast!” leaped from Bloodrose’s lips in a growl before licking burnt fur. There were no words to describe the anger of not getting to the human it wanted to kill, having it shoot a stare the giant demon’s way. Peering at the man that sat seemingly motionless behind Cerberus ate at Blackrose’s double, almost mocking it, something it couldn’t take, causing ideas to spark, letting a dark smirk to infect Bloodrose’s face. Preening a claw as it looked at the man it would use as a scratching post before killing him, one thought letting the crimson cat woman’s smirk grow, every part of it said the task wouldn’t be a simple one, something it already knew. After basking in the image of Xavior’s demise, red smoke gathered around, cloaking the evil feline, allowing it to disappear and reappear behind the guardian of the underworld, but before Bloodrose could get near the warrior, Blackrose arrived, fighting her copy and drove it back.

As the vampire cat woman set the man she loved in a safer place, she looked at the great dog guardian, giving him no words, but Cerberus needed no order to protect Xavior. With her mate safe, a demonic howl exited Blackrose as her icy gaze turned toward her counterpart and said, “I told you that I wouldn’t let harm come to him!” with fire in her voice, prompting her on all fours, launching after her dark double, shadow stepping as she went. While heading for her crimson furred counterpart, Blackrose couldn’t stop the images of Xavior, the man the feline vampire was hired to kill but ended up in love with laying half out of it because of this evil copy from flashing in front of her eyes, fueling a need to protect, a feeling she had yet to get use too.

“Then be glad you both are in a tomb, because I’ll bury you both here, weak little kitty!” Bloodrose said in a demonic roar, a bit of laughter followed as it summoned the image of the human and vampire dead to its mind as it ran to meet the human’s pet in battle. As the two opposing sides drew closer, Blackrose’s counterpart couldn’t keep a smirk from bleeding through, knowing once the two were killed, it could be free to ravage the land, knowledge, making the crimson cat chuckle weakly while disappearing before meeting her target. When the two clashed, demonic howls and the like could be heard as both Blood and Blackrose landed strikes, each trying to gain the upper hand, compelling the crimson furred demon to back off.

While licking her fur and popping her joints, it didn’t get past the feline vampire that her double was gaining strength, a fact leading Blackrose to search for a reason. Locking eyes with the crimson counterpart, thoughts of when her sword burst out of Fujiko’s cleansing pool came back to her, hinting at what she suspected. “So, you did latch onto the evil aura from the sword when I shed you and grew from the deeds it remembers.” the vampire said, a little genuine regret in her tone, but knowing that fact helped her plan, lighting a fire in her.

As the two stood there trading icy stares, Xavior started opening his eyes and struggled to focus. When his vision started clearing, though still a bit blurry, the Izurian had to do a double take while looking at the two cats. “It’s like looking at a mirror. Aside from the hair and fur color… they’re almost the same…” the man said in a strained tone, fighting the sting of Bloodrose’s blows and the brand she left on him. Every part of Xavior knew Blackrose’s counterpart was getting stronger, after all, he had the pain proving that fact, making him try to stand and want to help, an act his body resisted, forcing the man back down.

The way Bloodrose’s face contorted into a sadistic grin before sitting and scratching herself with her back leg gave hints to truth to the vampire’s statement, letting an evil chuckle pass the crimson furred copy’s lips. “You’re correct, weak kitten! Once you cast me out, this sword took me in, letting me feed off everything, every murder you committed with it, it let me feast off the aura, which gave me form!” the counterpart said in anger, fire fueling every word as she unsheathed the tainted blade. Licking it, as if to thank the sword’s darkness for her birth, Bloodrose’s eyes fixed upon the one who shed her, launching after the feline.

It didn’t take any thinking at all, Blackrose knew this fight just got tougher, having her dodge her crimson twin’s sword swings. While doing so, thoughts of how Xavior fought her by looking for openings and use them to gain the advantage in battle started flowing to her, memories allowing the vampire to use her double’s momentum against it and strike Bloodrose’s back with claws exposed, leaving a mark. As Blackrose did, the hellish screeching of her evil’s pain filled the vampire’s ears, compelling them to twitch, which filled her will a bit of optimism this copy may yet be defeated by her, having her take a stance.

“Oh, how clever… You think by avoiding my attacks and using that human’s tactics will aid… in my downfall… Don’t make me laugh, weakling…” Bloodrose said in a strained tone, a sort of sick laughter at the end while getting up and healing. After healing, as it licked it’s paw, tending to the matted fur, ways to prove the one who shed it wrong seemed to flood her mind, allowing it a momentary sadistic grin before shadow stepping and knocking Blackrose into Xavior’s mother’s coffin. While looking at the once cold blooded vampire, basking in what might be her final moments, Bloodrose smirked while walking towards the downed feline, unsheathing the blade, getting it ready for the deathblow.

Looking on, though still fighting the pain of the crimson cat’s blows, Xavior struggled to stand, knowing he had to help the woman who could be in love with him, but knew he wasn’t in any condition to fight. “Cerberus, help Blackrose…” the Izurian warrior weakly said, the sting of pain still holding firm in his words, but little did any realize, twin blades on the nearby alter started glowing with a white aura. As he watched her evil incarnate stand over her about to take the vampire feline’s head, something snapped inside the man, as he said, “Am I just suppose to do nothing?!” COME ON, MOVE!!!” in an angry mutter, trying to get himself to forget the pain and aid the cat woman. In that minute, a roar of what could only be from a big cat echoed throughout Suzu’s tomb, making all notice the twin swords unsheathing themselves and head Blackrose’s way.

By Bloodrose’s look, it didn’t take much to tell the weapons wanted to protect the one she split from, knowledge making Blackrose’s counterpart twirl the cursed blade and swing. “I won’t allow them to save you!!!” the crimson furred copy said in a roar, anger and hatred oozing all over it, but a the last second, Tiger Fangs got between the downed vampire and the devil sword, stopping it. “No, I won’t let these “THINGS” protect you!” Bloodrose screeched, a roar trailed the fiery words as it asserted force to it’s sword, attempting to break through and kill the human’s pet. Yet, as the hate for Blackrose drove the counterpart mad, it didn’t realize its blade started smoking, as if the good aura of the twin blades were draining the cursed sword, driving the copy back.

As Xavior’s vampire laid against the coffin, something warm began wrapping around her, causing Blackrose’s ears to twitch. “You who have seen the light and put your immortal life on the line to protect my son twice, rise. My sword’s spirit has deemed you worthy to carry them. Take hold of them and use them to defeat this evil.” a voice said calmly but had a warrior’s code in the tone, compelling the vampire’s eyes to shoot open and take possession of the twin swords. Though many questions as to why these blades choose to save her and who spoke to her filled her mind, Xavior needed aid, a fact having Blackrose shoot her evil a cold look before she attacked it with renewed vigor, striking her old blade, but with every blow, her counterpart roared in searing pain, as if it got weaker until it backed off, disappearing in the shadows.

Oh, how Blackrose wanted to pursue her twin, it couldn’t be put to words, how her grip on Tiger Fangs tightened said it all, but she had other concerns, having her walk to where Xavior was. “Cerberus, I’ll tend to him now, thank you for guarding him.” she said as the sheathes for the weapons appeared on her hips, allowing her to put them away. After watching the guardian of underworld’s gate vanish, Blackrose’s gaze fell upon her mate, noting his injuries as her hand began to glow red with aura. Sure, she never healed a human before, the task would make her cough a hairball up if she thought of doing so, but now that Xavior brought her goodness out, she would fight alongside him and guard the man, thinking making a smile come across the vampire’s face.

As Xavior began feeling the effect of what could only be a healing spell surge throughout his body healing it, his eyes started stirring. Still hardly able to move, a fact that had every swear word he knew in the Izurian tongue come to mind, begging to be said, but when his blurred vision saw the vampire cat bleeding, cursing wasn’t important. “You’re hurt…bad.” Xavior said in a strained tone, trying to get up to attend to the feline, only to have Blackrose’s hand on him, letting him know not to move, an request he took to heart.

“I’ll heal when I rest or feed, you’re worse. Besides, one more scar will not matter.” the vampire replied with, a certain coldness for her own well being in the words. While licking the wound, Blackrose knew how she sounded, cold and heartless, but up until she shed the evil, it made the vampire frozen to things such as consequences of her actions. She saw herself caring for her well being, and by her action now, healing the human she loved, Blackrose couldn’t deny she was starting down that path, a path the vampire would find rewarding in every way, an outlook defrosting more of her heart. Coming to the still festering scar under Xavior’s left eye, a mark Bloodrose undoubtedly enjoyed giving him, though Blackrose tried, the claw shaped scar wouldn’t shrink, in fact to her eyes, it looked as if it protected itself in some manner, if that made sense, compelling her to pick the man up to take him to Fujiko’s, hoping she would know a way to treat the wound.

Sitting on all fours, before scratching herself with her back foot, Fujiko thought about howling at the Kahimoto sword to see if that would get the now part demonic sword out of the cocoon. “How long are you going to take?” the feline blacksmith said in a somewhat subdued fit of anger, a howl trailed the statement, unsure if the blade would react negatively. Oh, anger and those emotions weren’t in her nature, and Fujiko knew this, but she knew her teacher’s son needed his sword, that alone prompted the mood. A few moments after the light brown furred feline admitted that, sounds of cracking pottery began echoing in the room, making Fujiko glance at the sword, noting the cocoon breaking away, revealing itself.

Watching Xavior’s blade begin to float to her, the cat couldn’t escape the fact that it has changed, which she knew may happen. Taking it up, she didn’t feel any evil or anything that might harm the man she would train how to wield it, a weight off her shoulders. Inspecting the Kahimoto in detail, Fujiko knew if a blade’s force would be good or bad when she held them, a gift of hers, one she took pride in, but as she held this one, looking at it, she said, “’Only your appearance changed, not your motives? I’m pleased.” in a calm mutter, having a sigh of relief follow before polishing and putting finishing touches on it.

As she worked, something caught her attention, getting her to stop, put the weapon down and look up, finding Blackrose. By the cat vampire’s look, words weren’t needed, Fujiko knew Xavior was there and needed aid, knowledge getting her off her workbench as she sternly said, “Show me, my friend!” a sense of urgency in the tone, knowing the man was injured beyond what Blackrose could heal. While heading to the back room, healing herbs and salts, along with water and bandages were gathered, but Fujiko didn’t know how bad Xavior was, she admitted that, but he was her teacher’s adopted son and she would do everything in her power to help him.

Once the two got into the room where the Izurian was, Fujiko didn’t need to examine him, she had an idea what happen, having the cat quickly put everything beside him as she sat down on all fours, mixing the herbs, putting them in the water with the salts and letting them fizz. After cutting the bandages to the required length and adding a piece to the bubbling liquid, letting the cloth soak a moment, the blacksmith had little doubt Xavior would be in pain, more than he knew and might thrash around when she started applying the bandage, making Fujiko look at Blackrose as she said, “Hold him down, but mind your strength!” in what could be an order, her eyes silently conveyed the need for haste. The vampire cat did as instructed, putting her front paws on her human mate and carefully applying a bit of pressure, just enough to keep Xavior still, or she hoped.

When the cloth went on, letting the formula get into the scar and combat whatever poison, aura or spell Bloodrose marked the warrior with, deafening screams of pain filled Fujiko’s home, hitting every corner of it as Xavior thrashed, arching up, trying to move his arms, having Blackrose apply more force, trying not to hurt him. The pain he must be in wasn’t lost on her, far from it, how her ears twitched and the way she held him dictated that fact, but though a creature of the night, once a heartless killer, the cat wanted to take this pain from him, making Blackrose come by his ear and purr after she said, “Be strong, my warrior.” in a soft whisper, her feelings expressed in every word. Once the man settled and let sleep calm him, a sigh of relief passed the feline vampire’s lips, knowing Xavior was finally out of danger, but she didn’t let the fact that she purred, something she had no use for in a longtime pass her by, one more thing defrosting her heart.

Fujiko could say something about what she saw and heard Blackrose do, the words were there and ready, a voice inside her, possibly a want to live advised against that. After licking her paw, she said, “He needs rest, come…” kindly in a whisper, leading her friend to the other room, though Blackrose couldn’t go without taking a last look at the man she fell in love with. When the two felines went in the other room, it didn’t need to be asked how the battle with the darker half of her friend went, the blacksmith knew by Xavior and the way the vampire licked her wound, compelling Fujiko to ready more blood so the vampire could heal. After readying it and putting the pottery cup of blood on the table, the blacksmith couldn’t help but notice her friend looking at Tiger Fangs oddly, almost questioning herself, having Fujiko sit across from her as she said, “Those were my master’s, Xavior’s mother’s blades, they will not turn evil.” calmly, fondly remembering Suzu and the lessons she taught about blacksmithing.

While relieved the swords would not end up like her old blade, perhaps that word couldn’t convey how the vampire cat felt, but it’d due, there were a few more unanswered questions in her head, swirling around. “Fujiko, why me? I mean the dark part of what I am had me doing deeds for countless centuries and yes, now I shed the dark part Alucard influenced, but…” Blackrose said in a low questioning voice while still looking at the twin blades, regret of every bad deed she did hanging over her like a storm, making her fur stand up. That alone bothered the undead woman most of all, probably more than what she could atone for in fifty lifetimes, but there was something else that had her mind swirling, driving a sigh from her lips before Blackrose added, “I understand the swords let me use them to protect Xavior, but they grew heavier, like, I can’t find the word. It was as if something weighted them down.” calmly, though trying to grasp the reason.

While sipping her tea, the smith knew she needed to tell her friend the reason behind the swords feeling like they did, it went without saying, but putting what she had to say into words without going off to randomness or making it too hard to grasp wouldn’t be a simple task, and that made Fujiko nervous to put it mildly. She could explain it using the long and quite time consuming story, the feline knew this, she didn’t want to risk Blackrose’s wrath if she started wandering, a though making her fur stand up, having her drink her beverage in one gulp. After finishing it, the issue remained, having Fujiko struggle with the words, but as she put the cup down she said, “Each sword has a spirit force attached to it, you’ve seen it with the Kahimoto, but what you don’t know is that Kahimoto was a real warrior in Izurian history. Once the honored fall, their spirit can come help the living warriors by attaching to their weapons and fighting alongside the person, sort of having a symbiotic relationship.”

Licking the blood from her fur before it dried, Blackrose’s face contorted when she heard that, making a piece of her believe Fujiko was out there, but she did see Xavior’s sword spirit and heard it speak to her. This was hard to believe, or hard was to light of a word to describe it, she had things that would fit better, of that the vampire agreed, having her preen her fur more while a chuckle threatened to escape. Even with the information sinking in, the spirit attached to her twin blades didn’t feel human, more like an animal, a fact causing Blackrose to about to say something, but a force had her listen.

Oh, how was she doing had been on the blacksmith’s mind with each word, hoping she wasn’t wandering on too long as she continued, “But the person wielding that weapon must learn how to work with the spirit force, hence why Tiger Fangs feels alien to you, you need to go through it’s trials.” calmly while looking at the vampire, seeing Blackrose understood. Before Fujiko sipped more of her tea, little hints she picked up on from her vampire friend spoke volumes, which were expected due to the twin sword’s spirit force being what it was, having the blacksmith sip the beverage quickly, possibly to brace herself for a ear full, though by Blackrose’s face, if she was getting set to get upset, it didn’t show, making Fujiko on edge.

All she heard, though hard to believe, sunk in, the vampire heard Xavior’s sword spirit speak to her, so it had truth to what her friend told, but the question remained what spirit force was within her twin blades, forcing Blackrose to almost chug her blood in order to find the words. “I understand, it makes sense in a way, but the force I felt when using these didn’t feel like a warrior, more like an animal.” the cat vampire said calmly, hoping her statement didn’t make her sound unbalanced. True, letting her vampire side out and let it demand answers would be how Blackrose handled this in the past, it did serve her needs well after all, but now, though she felt that side, her evil wasn’t with her to push it to the surface, letting a sigh of relief pass her lips.

Silence entered the room and lasted for awhile, leaving the felines looking at each other. It wasn’t that Fujiko wasn’t aware of the spirit inhabiting Tiger Fangs, far from it, but she only knew bits of the story Suzu, her teacher told, having the blacksmith struggle. Fujiko knew she needed to come up with something, but what though, a half truth? Those type of lines weren’t her way, besides they left a bad taste in the smith’s mouth, making the cat scratch herself before she went into it, but Xavior stumbled in, having the two help him sit.

As he struggled to sit on his knees, he didn’t deny the sensation of the thing under the bandage still had a bite, but this wasn’t the time for pain. “I heard your question about Tiger Fangs and I can tell you what the spirit is.” Xavior said in a calm voice as he did his best to block the pain of the scar. Taking a second to gather the way he’d explain it, not to mention dealing with the scar’s little bite, a sigh passed his lips before he added, “When Shara and I were young, our mother had a snow beast as a pet and it had cubs. Though highly respected in the clan, there were some who found Suzu teaching us Kumaria disgraceful and tried to stop her. One night a few tried taking us, but she and the snow cat stepped in, fighting them off. However, after the battle, Suzu found the feline wounded and at the moment of death, it’s spirit merged with the swords.” some remorse in his voice as Xavior remembered the animal.

Hard to believe would be the statement the vampire cat might use in this instance, but Blackrose had a feeling it was true. When she handled them in the battle with Bloodrose, she felt an aura that wasn’t cold or anything of the sort, having the vampire cat look at the weapons. She knew she needed to learn how to work with the spirit, which meant going through the trials it might set for her, like Xavior would more than likely have to do with the now half demonic spirit of his blade, but after a sigh and a scratch break, Blackrose said, “While I agree I should learn how to work with it and train with these, Bloodrose may attack at any moment.” in a half calm half angry tone, driven by the knowledge of what carnage her darker half may do.

He admitted her statement had more than a hint of truth behind it, it was dead on in fact, having silence descend on the three again. As Xavior let Fujiko look at the scar that thing gave him, like the choice was up for debate, the Izurian warrior knew Blackrose wouldn’t be any good with the blades if the spirit and her weren’t in sync, making Xavior ponder a dangerous idea. “Well, if it comes down to it, I’ll fight your dark half with Cerberus as backup.” he said calmly, picking the words carefully as he spoke, but truthfully the idea made his skin crawl.

After noting the treatment did dispel the aura from the claw shaped scar, the blacksmith took the bandage and left the room to grab a fresh one. She knew her teacher’s son had his heart in the right place, and yes, the vampire needed to learn how to work with Tiger Fangs, but he had to bond with the newly forged Kahimoto, a task that wouldn’t be done in a day. Once Fujiko got what she needed, she stopped at her workstation, looking at Xavior’s now part demonic weapon and licked herself before she said, “Please help him master your new weight and in time, possible abilities.” in a normal tone of voice while taking the weapon in hand to bring it to him.

Blackrose’s stare shot the human’s way a few seconds before she licked her fur nervously, trying to ascertain if he was brave or if he wished for death. “Are you insane?! Bloodrose’s the embodiment of what Alucard made me feel, it almost killed you once!” the feline spouted semi angrily, her nature trailing in at the end with a growl. She loved him, Blackrose couldn’t deny that, her feelings fueled the words after all and the feline couldn’t bare it if her mate was killed, hence pushing for another way.

With every part, Xavior knew her fear because he had to face facts, his plan had disaster written all over. “I know how you feel, and I’m probably not thinking clearly due to things, but…” the warrior said in a sigh, adding, “If I had the Kahimoto sword, it may help.” in a unsure way, not knowing if what he said would change the outcome, but with the weapon not being there, the Izurian felt naked. After that statement, Xavior couldn’t help but remember back to the day he and his mother Suzu talked one last time over tea and when she gifted the blade to him before coming to Daltauria, a memory making a tear run down his cheek.

Blackrose couldn’t deny the fact that she should say something, go hold him or whatever, Xavior proved to be a worthy mate and warrior many times, but the vampire was never really good in situations like this, even before Alucard cursed her, making this an awkward moment to say the least. Even so, the feline couldn’t ignore how the man must be feeling at this moment, having her lick her arm fur while thinking of the best avenue to approach this from. The vampire side of Blackrose told her to let him know they had no time for this, basically, suck it up and get over it, while the sensible side told her to tell Xavior the sword was reforged and is alright.

True, the feline vampire knew they had little to no time for him to be this way, and while telling him to move on might be one way out, Blackrose went to Xavior and held him. “I had Fujiko, who trained as a smith in Izura reforge your weapon, but…” she said softly, trying to reassure her mate, but should she tell him she needed to infuse the Kahimoto sword with some of her power to help the spirit survive was a hard thing to answer. Sure, Blackrose couldn’t simply skip the fact that Xavior would just accept the added weight, he wouldn’t, an omission making her sigh before adding, “But to heal the spirit attached to it, I needed to give it some of my power.” kind of defensively, not knowing what he might say about it now being part demonic.


Update On Wheelchair

Right off the bat, this isn’t a personal blog, that’s coming sometime after the first. No, in the post here, I’m blowing off steam about the situation with the lack of communication on where I’m at getting this new chair.

It has been months since I’ve gotten a script for it, one’s been picked out & then the therapist took forever to do his job, come out to evaluate me and fill out whatever papers he had to to get this going, but I’m jumping too much ahead. My doctor came out last month and said she expected to see me in the new chair this month. However, I don’t think she gets that it takes months upon months to get one, thanks to red tape BS.

Really don’t care to guess how long it takes, but IF a T ain’t crossed, insurance can and does deny you, then the process has to restart. Grade A SHYT right? If I had my way, I’d get one every three years, but since the system’s backward, I’m boned! 😦

Anyway, my doc came by yesterday & the chair came up. Just told her the last time Greg & I spoke, (which was Friday), he was suppose to check on the status of the claim & call me, but never did. It’s phone tag with him mostly & I said to her that I have done all I had to do on my end, yell at him because I’m…..

So Stupid It’s Funny!

Mei Xing


This is Mei Xing, (above), a character I had Tekken 7’s Xiaoyu made up as, please do not steal her. As much as I’d like to go on about her, something soooo funny and stupid happened over the holidays that I want to share it with you readers.

Before Christmas, a post went up talking about how Sc5, a PS3 fighting game was returned too, just to see how toxic the community was after all this time. Well, the word toxic might be too light of a description, but guess you knew that. No, there was an encounter that had me wanna get out of my chair and roll on the floor while laughing.

One day as I sat in a lobby, waiting for my turn to battle, not to mention watching for spammers, there was a Maxi user, (all they uses) was there. I knew how they fought so I left & went to relax in one of the global lobbies. Sometime later, that user entered & we talked, but the discussion turned weird at this point. In the course of the talk, this user asked if I’m interested in joining his Serpent Clan, (yes he role plays on SC5).

I told them that I rarely play anymore, and his response? “Oh, so you’re one of those players?”

What the ….? I left the game due to the community & I wanted to get back into PC gaming, but the conversation continued with me saying I’m rusty.

“Your record says otherwise.”

My record’s a 98 percent win/loss rate because I watch for spammers and fools. If a player tries too hard or spams the same moves to get the win, I leave the match. Might be a dick move, but ain’t no way some no nothing will get a win off me like that. Continuing though, his answer to my I’m rusty was, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you become better. I just wanna see how good you really are.”

Talk about lame as sin, really. Later that day, just for giggles, I took them up on the offer and had a session with the person. Like I thought they were, try hard Maxipad spam, so the match was left. I’m good, I really don’t want or need help from people who spam, y’know?

Besides, the game’s mainly used for creation now, I rarely play it. Plus, I role play enough, thanks! 🙂 If you wanna expand on this topic, talk to me more on it or just shoot the breeze, feel free to drop a comment. 🙂

New Idea, Maybe?

There’s something that I’m plotting, a new story of sorts that has been on the mind for awhile now. I’m working the details out because I do not wanna get sued by anyone if it sounds like a movie franchise, so what I wanna do is work on who, how and effect the action will have before my fingers do the keyboard dance.

It is somewhat anime, (again), but going to have it edgy, like Starcross Love. The two character, brother and sister are complete opposites from each other, however they will, I believe work well together. If/when the kinks are out, would anyone want to see a draft?

Celebrating 121 Followers Part 2!

Before continuing this, I’d like to say that some of my background won’t be here due to privacy. With that out the way, let us continue.

Most people just see the wheelchair, it is worse now, but as a teen, when I went to the mall, people were idiots. Say I was in a line in a store or at the food court, they’d cut in front of me. My dad saw this once and said next time, nudge the ankles, so when they did, my chair was turned on & BAM! They’d be like, “Oh, didn’t see you, sorry…”

“Sorry my ass! You saw me, move bitch!” I’ll never know why people can never use sense, you know? Had to bump people like that to get points across and yeah it worked, but hated it. Like some teens, the mall was visited more than it should’ve been, it was a place to relax for me.

Alright, most readers know I studied martial arts, but the reason wasn’t explained. Growing up, both mom and dad taught me to be independent, teaching me to use the microwave etc. Well, the teachers at the high school ripped my self esteem to shreds, making fun of my speech slur, not allowing me to go take a leak & my fav? The speech therapist told me I need more god in my life, which after the third time, I fired back, “There’s a law separating church & state, look it up!”

Mom & I went to every martial arts studio in the area and all just saw the disability, but one guy blew my mind. The first lesson with him, I need to say I didn’t expect too much, but after evaluating me, he sat in a chair and reworked a couple moves from my point of view then worked on them with me. No other instructor tried doing that approach, they’d rather be by the book closed minded people. With Bill, Hakido rebuilt me backup and I made it through the ranks quickly, taking a few of his hairs while taking him down and flipping him! 🙂

My training lasted two or three years to my red belt with a stripe, then he had to stop teaching students. I did earn my black belt, but the lady I trained under was a flake. She said I could begin at the red striped belt & wanted to view a video of my last test. We gave it to her, she viewed it, but told me to forgot his teachings, the moves look choreographed. Um, what he had me doing WAS NOT choreographed! Even though I received my black belt under her, I never thought of her as my master, Bill will always be my mentor.

In 2002/03, the house mom bought was signed to me after she had to go into a home Though I pretty much took trash out, bought/cooked food on my George Foreman grill & did everything myself, some of the neighbors took it on themselves to come by to tell me I had no right to be in that house alone. I can’t take care of myself or it. WHAT? I take trash to the curb, took cans/bottles back & my nephew or my sister’s friend mowed weekly, so where is the dang fault here? Okay, the house needed TLC, I was getting to that. The bastard came to bitch about the house so much that I started carrying my wooden fighting stick.

But then here’s my screw up & it damn near made me kill myself. I let a couple roommates move in. The first damn lady pretty much was a flack, saying fate told her to be there. She didn’t let me do what I did, (trash etc.), but her “friend” was the real threat! The flake told me her friend and her man needed to move now and could they move in? I wasn’t too thrilled with that, it smelled, but they triple tagged me, begging to let em move in. I caved, but read on.

Not to offend readers, but her friend had mental issues. First night I was in my room thinking about where to put my computer desk, & I hear her friend tell me, “I know you’re listening to me going to the bathroom!” I WASN’T doing anything of the sort, it got worse though.

After the first woman moved out due to her “friend” the two stayed, breaking the toilet. If I was online, talking to people or doing anything, she’d accuse me of hacking their PCs, she was hacking all of ours. She reported me to yahoo, saying I was doing something and had my account shutdown! I NEVER did anything like that. If I went to an anime screening, five seconds after I get there, cell would ring, “When are you coming home? Your puppy needs to go out.”

She worked me to the point I called my sister & told her to tell mom I loved her then went to get my Tanto, (was going to kill myself). As I had it out though, one of my creations from my book stopped me and though it took a month of me moving in with my sis, the psychos were evicted. I know it sounds like I’m odd for saying Blackrose set me straight, but I’m sticking to it.

After moving back in, I lived there for awhile until neighbors and other forces had me move again, though the apt. complex was nice. Everything was next door, pizza place, my bank everything! There was a 8-10 mile bike path through woods I drove day after day that came to the park! One fourth of July, the guy who worked on my old chair invited me to that park with his family to watch fireworks. So we meet up and I have a few coolers, and on the way home, he says, “You’re fish tailing, man.”

Me being buzzed, I answered, “Am not, I’m okay, dude.” Kept weaving my ass off, but that was a damn good sleep, (surprised I got myself in bed that night). 😛

Now, the reason I remain single. I tried asking women out, but I’d freeze. The first woman I tried asking out worked at the mall’s record store where I’d buy anime from. I had to work up the courage for three months to attempt it, but she was a bust. A few years ago I reconnected with a classmate of mine from elementary school, but after listening to her talk about her dad issues, not to mention the part where she told me she doesn’t want/need anyone, her number was dropped fast! Someone told me I should date someone in a wheelchair. Well she is in one and the same issues can hit anyone.

Met a few ladies through messenger, which I know, bad move! Won’t get long winded here, but the last one pissed me off. We’d talk & everything would be good, but she’d go on her other screen names, pm me, talk to me for days. She’d then get on her main id, telling me I cheated on her.

To this day, the focus is on me, my writing and gaming. I have zero time for dating games people might pull. Does that sound like a bad way to put it? Anyway, hope these two posts helped you get to know Shadowlight better.

Celebrating 121 Followers Part 1! :)

Wow, 121 people follow this blog here, amazing! 🙂 When I first began it on the now defunked Xanga.com, I had a really small following, (possibly due to my format bouncing like those rubber balls, but anyway.) Most know a little about me & it was planned that way, because I’m a rather private guy, but figure to celebrate the 121 follower mark, I’ thought I’d give a more detailed background so you can know who I am. With that said, grab a coffee, tea, pop, lemonade and pull a chair up, this two part post will be a long one.

To begin with, I’ve got Cerebral Palsy, leaving me in a wheelchair since birth. I could very easily say the doctor could’ve prevented it by acting faster delivering me and gotten the cord off my neck, but eh. I was a typical spoiled brat, (according to my two sibs), I got anything I wanted, (again, according to them), but I was into the transformers toy line, (love the cartoon even to this day). And yes, I’m debating on buying the generation one Optumis Prime someday.

Think it was after we got my first electric chair, my dad along with his GM shop buddies found an old golf cart, rebuilt it from the ground up and made a shell shaped like Pac-Man’s head out of metal with glass for eyes to go around me, so if you saw it, this big yellow pac man thing would’ve blown your mind! Wish a picture of that thing survived, cause HOLY SHYT! One year, we took it to Texas for a few days because the CP sports team I was apart of had a meet there & swear, every five seconds people stopped my butt, wanting pics. I got upset, (it was hot as sin there and my temper was…)

Coming into my teen years had its ups and downs, but lets start with what music I got into. While most of the songs from the 80s stuck with me, my flavor changed to Guns & Roses, Poison and a couple others too, yes, a lil rap as well.

(Some Favorite G&R Songs): November Rain, Don’t Cry (original), Patience, You could be mine, just to name a few. They have one song that speaks to me called Civil War, that song is truth on so many levels. Look it up on you tube if ya want! 🙂



This was around the time anime first came to my eyes and sucked me in hook, line and sinker! The first exposure to anime was the sci fi channel’s Festival Of Anime (now gone). It was a four night long fest of dubbed anime & after, I trolled the local record store for the shows! My first anime? Project A-KO! Bought it on DVD a few years ago & it holds a spot in my heart still. Sure, there were anime before that caught my eye when I was younger, Voltron being one, but seeing the unedited version, I love the Japanese version.


The first anime con I went to was ANIME Central and oh my fucking god, I geeked out! It was heaven for me, I had never seen so much of the culture/community in one place! ^_^ My mom probably thought I lost my mind because I spent $300-400 on things, stayed up til 3am and stuff, but it was a blast! A-Cen was the con we went to yearly, though the last few years we went, the convention lost things.

In part two, I’ll explain my martial arts background etc.

RIP Remmi, You Were A Great Dog….



There are topics I want to cover this week, and I’ll do my best to do so, but thought you all needed to know. I’ve mentioned our female pit bull, Remmi (above) went blind, had been really underweight & was eating strange things as of late. Well, last week, I THOUGHT my nephew took her to the vet, because I hadn’t seen her for a few days, but maybe he couldn’t.


Sadly, sometime Saturday night, she passed away and it’s not easy losing a pet. I knew how Junior felt about Remmi , I got attached to her as well, but now that she’s in that better place, I know she’s not suffering anymore. Still….. 😦