More Show And Tell! :)

All original stories, characters posted and mentioned here are owned by me, please do not repost them without my expressed permission, thanks!!

Most who have followed me here for years know that my passion is to create characters from my book or other writings using SC5’s creation tool. I also create characters from Anime like Sailor Moon and Project A ko, (I’ll show the anime creations another day). For the new followers, I thought it’d be cool to show some of the creations I made and show them in game.

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First, my elf princess Skya! I’m proud of how she turned out, but back when I played her full time, people complained she’s too sexualized, which half the creations most players showed were WAAAAAAAY worse, so yeah!! While she isn’t in the vampire novel, the princess is in a story I’m finishing up! Here’s Skya in action!

How did I do designing her? I heard her with a 20 year oldish voice, so I got the voice sliders close to mimic the young tone. 🙂


Mei Xing

You’ve seen Mei Xing because I made Tekken 7’s Xiaoyu as this character. The idea behind her was I wanted a woman that knew some sorta martial art. She’s almost eighteen, but I dunno what story to stick her in, maybe due to her age. What’s your takes on it? Here’s her in action! 🙂





Last creation to show my fans, peeps, readers is Seductress, above. For her, an idea sparked! 🙂 Wanted to see what would come out if I took the Arroncar Nell from Bleach, but put my stank on her, making my own demon type sword user. Originally I saw her with wings, & different wings were tried, not looking right so they were dropped. How do you like her? 🙂


Personal Blog For March 1st 2018

For those who are new to my bloggy here, I usually do a personal post at the start of each month as a way of cleansing my mind and let you into my thoughts. It also lets you know what’s coming etc. So without further words, let me begin!

It needs to be put out there that the wheelchair issue has stressed me out & when I took steps to resolve it myself, I got my head cut off. I called my sister who’s my Power of Attorney and her answer is to get me back on Medicaid to pickup the slack of what Medicare won’t cover, but she fails to see the state has denied me 4 other times to get state insurance, so I see no point in retrying. Even if granted, it might take awhile to kick in.

There is Easter Seals that help people like me get things such as wheelchairs & I tried telling her that yesterday, but trying to get points across with her can’t be done!




In other, more happier news, I can now get back into Tekken 7 if I want, which the rust shows on me badly! Tried a few online matches and my butt was beaten, slaughtered and destroyed, so two friendly matches with a “friend” were tried. Check below, but in the matches, he acted as if they were a tournament, try harding me! Yes, the game’s competitive, I get it, but crap man…

(You may need to tweak you tube’s settings to get the videos to play all of the way through). Would you readers like to see more?



As for Anime stuff. I do plan on a post on RWRBY, (Hope that’s right) among other anime related goodness! 🙂 Might take a night to binge Trigun, because a review was promised for a year?

Lastly: Stories will still be posted here, but my clause will be put up, due to a fantasy blogger linking to the Sailor Moon crossover without asking. Hopefully that will stop that.

Personal Blog For Feb.1st 2018

There’s a lot to cover in this month’s personal blog, so let us start with the elephant in the room, no news on my claim for the new chair. For the new readers who just followed me, & those who have been away, I’ll be brief. I’m way overdue for a new wheelchair, like three years? A script for one was FINALLY written and passed to me last year with a new chair picked out that same month. Easy right? Nope! I then had to wait for the therapist and the guy that I gotta get it through to communicate, taking weeks of phone tag!

Last week, my doctor asked if I talked to the guy and to be honest, I gave up because he rarely returns calls. Wish Mike was still in the game, I knew he got shit done! Guess on the upside, my tilt function works on this chair again, though I wanna new chair.



Moving on! Thank you to all who supported me after the post about our female pit bull passing, it helped so much. Before she passed, her son use to try attacking me, biting my foot once, which got him kicked off, but now that she’s no longer here, he’s bad. A week after, he didn’t do nothing, just looked at me chill like, then one day I was coming out for coffee, he went into my room, came out, looked at me and went Cojoe on my ass! I try to be cool with him and all, but…. Last week, had my door open, the dog came in friendly and left then came by the door, growling at me. I lost my temper and chased his ass, blocking him in a corner.

Not sure WTF it is with him, a gene, a male thing or what, but there are times I wish I could hold him down and run over him a bit! I don’t wanna have people thinking that I abuse dogs, I don’t, I just do nothing to the dog, yet he wants my head! Yes, it might be the wheelchair, & if so, there’s zero I can do about it.

Writing! As stated earlier, my muses have been on me about finishing older stories, which I’m dedicating some weeks this month to do, that’s part of my reason not being on Facebook. I’m going to attempt finishing the book chapter this month so I can start the next chapter. If all goes as planned, the book will be half done, yay! 🙂

I haven’t posted about this, but one of my PC game pads, (the one I need for Tekken) crapped on me. Don’t buy the HORI Fighting Commander controllers, they die without warning. I’ve found an older version of controller I used on SC5, so I’ll order it soon & hope it works! Also buying another Logitech pad as a backup.

A Story That Time Forgot!

My monthly mental house cleaning post will be coming later today or tomorrow, I lost track of the days. 😦 On Sept. 30th of last year, a post went up explaining how characters made for fantasy pieces can fit into modern story settings, & for the example I’ve used a story that has my slayer Sakura in it.


While I had every intention of finishing the thriller, I’m the classic case of ADHD or something cause another story was started, pushing hers to the side. Anyway lately, my muses have been nudging me to finish old work, which today, hers was poked! I wanna show the progress, but be warned, there is a love scene that has been started, if any reader is under 18, stop here!


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Sakura 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!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The piece you’re about to read has strong language, a M/F love scene & violence. If you disagree with any of these, stop reading.

As a young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty with flowing fairy curled hair and had a rather revealing white and pink kimono on sat at her desk, she adjusted her red rimmed glasses before reading the file on her left. Skimming through it, the woman knew this was the background on the man due in anytime now, knowledge making Sakura read more. “He was convicted of murdering his wife and did ten years, but he claimed he was setup?” she said in a silent whisper, skepticism all around her words while reading more.

It wasn’t like she hid her judgment for the ex con, her face wouldn’t let her, having the young officer ready for whatever line the guy may tell. Though only about a year on the job with the department of corrections, Sakura heard everything her “cases” tried feeding her, and while a few went straight, most lied through their teeth, landing them back in prison. As she looked up, she noticed a man sitting across of her, making her use a finger and nervously brush hair behind her ear before she said, “Mr. Coler? I’m the officer assigned to your file. I’m not your nun or friend, I’m here to ensure you adjust to the outside…” in a harsh tone, trying to deter him from saying his side.

“But I didn’t do it, you see?” the man said in a calm but frigged voice, hints of intelligence tangled up in the statement. He knew this young lady didn’t care, it could be seen and heard, but he added. “Can you help me get a job too? I’m rather good at fixing things.” in that same cold intelligent tone, the voice undoubtedly icing her done. Sitting there, yes the man could say what was on his tongue, something about the thing she wore, or lack there of, however the con didn’t wish to press his luck, a frame of mind causing him to swallow his words.

“I told him NOT to tell me his side, and he did!” shot across Sakura’s mind, compelling her to adjust her glasses as a sigh exited her mouth. It couldn’t be ignored that his “plea”, if it was that upset her, though her job needed to be done, having the pink haired woman gather the needed papers for him to sign, one task she wanted to do with haste. As she set each paper on her desk, showing him where to sign, Sakura said, “I can help you get one, yes, but there are rules.” in a calm but stern voice while she thought of a reason why she should aid him, finding none. After a weak sigh of what might be regret, the woman added, “However you’ll need to be happy with what job I can get for you. Furthermore, if you miss work or appointments with me, I’ll see to it you’ll go back to prison, understand?” in the same tone of voice, harsher at the end, trying to drive the point in.

“…Yes thank you, I won’t forget this.” replied the con in an upbeat tone of voice, though still having something chilling the young officer. After signing the last page of the forms, his eyes met hers, wanting so badly to invite her out to let her know how much he was grateful to her, something a thank you couldn’t cover, but he could tell his luck was on thin ice, a flag telling him to leave. He had every reason to go straight, after all, he was framed, one fact he knew in prison, something he wanted to investigate, but how could he with his parole officer checking on him.

One week later, checking the wall clock, noting her case was late for his first appointment, Sakura went for her phone, picking it up as she said, “I knew this would happen! Well Mr. Coler, you were warned.” in an angry mutter before dialing the number he gave as a contact on the sheet. The woman knew there was a slim to no chance the guy would answer, or if the number was even real, she had to follow the rule book, she admitted it, but if he didn’t pick up, the police would be called. Before the call could go through, the pink haired woman saw the man come in and sit, prompting her off the phone and up from her seat as she said, “Thirty minutes late, Mr. Coler. I hope there’s a good reason!” in a stern voice, Sakura trying so hard to reserve anger for the response the con might give.

Judging by her body language, not to mention the tone she took, the man knew she wouldn’t believe him if he told her, making the man shift in the chair. “I went for a walk and uh, lost track of time. “ he said calmly, a lukewarmness around that, hoping she’d accept that, even though it wasn’t half the story. If he told her that he went and snooped around his old home, now a still open crime scene, that would give her reason to get him back behind bars, one place he couldn’t work from, making him stick to the story.

True, Sakura smelled something off about his answer, who wouldn’t, she accepted it, mainly because he was the last appointment before she could go home. Shutting the door to her office, the woman sat on the desk, looking dead in the eye and said, “The job is going well?” in a somewhat kinder voice, wanting to see if the guy slips and give her cause to get him arrested. Sure, it seemed like entrapment, Sakura knew that would be his claim, she just didn’t care however, a point driving the young lady onward, but before more questions could get out, her convict put his hand up, stopping her.

What he had to say may land him back into that hell, of that he had no doubt, and if those cards were dealt, he’d take em. After taking a moment to get the words together, he said, “First, I know almost all of us convicts lie and tell you things, attempting to avoid prison, I get that, but I’m not one! Second, You read my file with the crime report as well, yes? You’d note the killer was right handed, I’m left. Oh, but you, like all in this town think I’m guilty, right?!” in somewhat intelligent anger, sensible facts driving it home, or in a way it may get her to look deeper and not just accuse blindly. “See you next week.” he added, this time calmly, bowling the young woman over with charm almost before exiting her office, not knowing if the outburst would cost him.

As she watched him leave, Sakura wanted to tell him off and let him know his outburst just ended his freedom, the words were there, the shock of his statement froze her, making her speechless. After the sting wore off, every part of the pink haired parole officer screamed in her ear, demanding that she call the police and end his days of walking free, her hand was on the phone, ready to use it, yet she didn’t. “That guy should be back in prison, he creeps me out…”Sakura muttered angrily, her hand still on the phone receiver, giving reasons why she should report him, though things the man said “did” make the woman think, having her grab the police report on the murder and take it home.

While driving, she’d be the first to admit that taking a case’s file home for the weekend to review wasn’t like her at all, so far from the norm for her in fact, Truth of the matter was that she wouldn’t bother looking deeper into files, if the person was guilty, they needed to go back, if not, oh well, it wasn’t an issue for her, this however. When she opened the file and started reading after getting tea made, a lot of little things stood out like sore thumbs, too many if you asked her, flooring her, compelling Sakura to fix her glasses in amazement at how spotty the investigation was before she said, “How could they convict anyone on THIS?!”

She wasn’t with the police force and Sakura knew this, but even she found so much wrong with what she read, enough to make notes about. True, it couldn’t escape her that the guy was found covered in his wife’s blood and the knife, but as she kept reading, something, perhaps her gut told he might be telling the truth and if so, he might need someone in his corner. Sure, Sakura wasn’t kidding when she thought he gave off a vibe, creeping her out, anyone in the office saw that, yet the woman remembered reading that some people with high intelligence have trouble socializing, making her think.

At the end of the read, a spark lit a fuse, causing the woman to change her direction and want to help him. She still had doubts about him, likely the way she thought when he came in had hold of her, and Sakura admitted that, but what she read in his case file and the murder file opened her eyes, revealing things to her, lightening the pink haired officer up. Making more notes, not being an investigator on the police force and not having those “skills”, if you could call them as such did cross her mind, that didn’t say she couldn’t launch one of her own, something she wanted to do. Little did Sakura realize however, this road would lead her into the arms of the man she once thought of as just a case, pregnant with his child and in danger,

Monday came with her at her desk, knowing what she wanted to get done, getting her on the phone, calling him. As she waited for him to answer, Sakura knew it wasn’t his day to come in and meet with her, that wasn’t what she wanted to confirm, the woman planned to meet with him and go over what he remembered about the night he found his wife. After he answered, Sakura said, “Ricky, this is Sakura Jenson, your parole officer. No, you’re not in trouble with me, I wanna meet and discuss the night of the murder because I’d like to help find the truth.” kindly, may be too kind, however after all the holes the report had, nothing could word what she felt, but what he was about to tell her would stoke another fire, making the woman want to help him more.

“Jesus, you get me fired and now you call with that line?!” Ricky replied with in a irate tone, the way he felt couldn’t be measured. He knew how she felt about him went beyond hate, it seemed clear as water, but this was low if she did call and got him canned, the man wasn’t sure about her, having him take a long pause. Perhaps his wife came by him, settling him, or he just wanted answers, making him regain himself before he said, “The Seaside Cafe in fifteen minutes then?” calmly.

After hearing that, something didn’t add up, sending her looking through the paperwork on her desk, trying to locate the number of the company she got him the job. “Ricky, whoever made that call had no right doing so, but it wasn’t me!” Sakura said in a direct way, hoping he’d see the truth, but if in his shoes, she’d be the same way, having her rifle though the papers faster. While on the phone with him, she didn’t need to guess that someone, perhaps from the building or the police department called and got him, why was crystal clear, but the who bothered her to say the least, causing a sigh to pass her lips before she added, “I’ll see you in fifteen, and I WILL see what the heck’s going on, I promise!” with a bit of fire in her voice, not at him though, at this whole thing.

True, Ricky had no reason to believe her and he didn’t, least not until he heard the way she worded that last bit, sensing she wasn’t too pleased with what happened. When the two hung up, the man got ready to go to the cafe, remembering all about that night, a memory he’d just soon wipe if he could, but thanks to his photographic memory, he couldn’t, one thing giving him nightmares at night. Walking to the place, may be his brain was working overtime, which happens in cases, Ricky wanted to know why the woman wanted to now be a friend, if that was the right term to use when she seemed like a cold bitch before, and yes, he disliked that word, seemed beneath him, but.

Sitting at a booth in the establishment, waiting for him, this whole mess didn’t sit right, a huge scar, having the pink haired young woman adjust her glasses. Knowing somebody messed with her files without telling her was distasteful in itself, that was plain for anyone to see, but it really sent up a red flag, telling her someone wanted Ricky gone, a fact having more questions than answers pop up, deepening this mystery. When she saw him enter, Sakura said, “Please sit.” kindness in her voice with a dash of urgency thrown in given what she needed to talk to him about, not to mention she felt like she had to smooth things over with him, a task she hoped she could accomplish.

The silence that lasted for minutes on end made both feel awkward to say that much, having the young parole officer use a finger to brush some hair behind her ear. There unsure where to start, nothing seemed to be the right way to say what she knew she needed to, adding tension to an already off moment, but something within her let go, making the words flow. Hoping the coming words might begin to undo what her cold shoulder caused, if that was possible, Sakura said, “I know we had a rough road and I deeply regret what I said and did. I also deserved that dressing down you gave at our last meeting, please forgive me.” in a calm tone, her statement oozing with the regret she felt.

He had things that would more than likely make him seem like an equally colder person, and was prepared to rip her one, every part of him wanted too, but by the look on Sakura’s face plus her tone, Ricky just didn’t have it in him anymore, having him sit back. “Accepted, now what did you want to know about that night?” he asked as kindly as he could before sipping coffee, trying not to come off cold, but given his intelligence, it seemed hard. As he listened to her question, something about the pink haired woman caught him, though he dare not say it was the spark of romance, Ashley, his first wife would be in his heart for a time, but this wasn’t time for those thoughts, snapping him back there as he looked up and stared at a fan as he said, “Came home from teaching a martial arts class at nine pm and found her. Okay, I know her blood was on me, but I tried to help keep her alive until the medics came.” in a half sobbing way, letting his feeling hang on every word as Sakura looked on, believing every minute her suspicions he was setup might be true.

Normally her bull meter would be going off like a whistle, part of her old mentality she used to sniff out those who needed to go back to prison, this didn’t make flags fly, having Sakura believe the man because that type of reaction can’t be faked. After sipping her tea, she looked over the case files again, as a way to word her next question, something that needed asking, though she didn’t know if he would know the answer, making a sigh pass Sakura’s lips. It needed to be asked, no two ways around it, having the words gather on her tongue before she said, “Were there other people who wanted her dead and see you framed for it?” calmly, concern about the holes and lack of evidence they convicted him on intertwined with each word, but she knew it could’ve been worded another way.

Ricky didn’t let go of the fact that her question seemed a tad bit “cold?”, if that fit, making the man want to walk, but it wasn’t time for him to get upset at her though. If he had to think back, there were “A LOT” of people who thought that he and Ashley should’ve never married, too many people to count at least, but none would’ve killed her over it, sending his gaze to the fan again. Looking at the spinning blades, or rather hypnotized would be better, still trying to think who may have wanted her dead and him framed for it, there was someone, but no, the man couldn’t have been “THAT” messed up in the head, making Ricky really think, sighing before he said, “In all honesty, there was one, her ex boyfriend, but IF he did, you can’t get to him, he’s Sheriff now.” a calm cool tone echoed in Ashley’s husband’s voice, hiding the fact he was planning to go after him, but the woman across from him didn’t need to know that.

While true, it would be difficult to prove, especially now, it wasn’t unheard of though, having Sakura adjust her glasses while thinking. It took nothing to deduce that the Sheriff called the plant that hired her friend, or she hoped Ricky didn’t mind that word when she referred to him, and had him fired, even though she asked the owner to hire him back, a request that fell on deaf ears. That denial did have her consider something for him, work that Sakura wouldn’t offer her regular cases, so far from it, getting the young woman to position herself in the seat better as she said, “I tried talking to the plant’s owner and a few places, but… However, my cabin needs work done, so I thought you could work for me in fixing it?” in an upbeat voice, the question on the end, hoping the statement wasn’t too bold or anything of the sort, making the pink haired woman feel nervous.

Even though they had a rocky start, making him want to choke her, figuratively of course her eyes told him that she did try getting his job back, but being an ex con in this town, he was expecting this. Of course Ricky knew that he couldn’t really investigate on his own if he took her offer, that went without saying, though if she continued her investigation, she’d be in danger and need watching, having the man agree to her offer. “What needs work? I’m pretty well versed doing everything.” he said calmly before taking a last coffee sip, noticing people were eyeing them, a look he got often since he was out of prison.

Sipping her tea, the phrase “anything and everything” came to mind, making Sakura want to choke. While she was a good parole officer, maintaining the place she called home, a cabin her father left her pretty much hurt, leaving a scar to say that much. Looking up, it more than pained the woman to have to admit that Ricky would need to redo the whole cabin, wiring and all, an omission having Sakura adjust her glasses again before she said, “…I need everything done…” in a low tone of voice, showing how ashamed she was having to tell him that, but she saw the way some in the diner were looking at the man, prompting the two to leave.

As she drove him to her home, no words were exchanged between them, making what she saw haunt her. Small towns like this have a tight community, meaning if someone did something real damaging years ago, that person would be marked with it, Sakura knew and fed into it a bit, but the vibe she read from the diner crowd was pure evil, if that was the word for it, whatever it may be, the vibe chilled her to the bone and stayed with the young woman, which made Sakura feel it. Getting into the driveway, the condition of her place weighed heavy on her mind, heavier than the look of the diner crowd, if that was possible, having her not want to exit the car, though she knew they had to.

Upon entering the structure, Ricky quickly saw what he’d be doing for how many weeks, tasks he didn’t mind doing at all. He wouldn’t say the house needed to be condemned, it had a charm, but he questioned how she could live here and not have a fire start, having the man plan on work before he said, “Um, if you want me to start work now, I can…” in the same chilly tone he used when they met, though Ricky didn’t realize he slipped into it until the woman’s look.

Some part of Sakura knew he didn’t mean to sound cold at all, giving him a little pass, at least this time, an omission getting her to smile somewhat. Yes, though she knew he was just a case to her at first, someone she could throw back in jail if she wanted, there was someway about him that caught her off guard, letting the pink haired young lady care for the man a little. It wasn’t love, if it was, Sakura knew Ricky still had Ashley, his wife in his heart, but still, a piece of her found the guy alluring for a reason. Trying to shake that feeling, hoping he wouldn’t catch it in her expression if the attraction reflected in her eyes, she said, “If you could finish putting the plug outlets in, I’d feel more at ease using them.” kindly, hoping the statement did not let anything come through.

He didn’t miss the look she had, it was hard not to, having him sigh before he asked, “Where’s the breaker box?” calmly, this time putting care in his voice. Ricky wouldn’t lie, he did find Sakura attractive in many ways and saw them together, but the memory of Ashley was still with him, holding him back in a sense. Besides, the fact that the town pegged him for his wife’s murder, even though he had nothing to do with it might get in the way, an omission shaking the thought of seeing Sakura from Ricky’s mind.

While he worked, the woman wondered if he saw a hint of how she felt as she worked in the kitchen. Sakura knew it would be hard to date him, if not downright impossible, especially in a town where he was framed, but the pink haired young lady couldn’t bury her feelings. She knew she just treated him as a ex con, like everyone else in town, a reaction she’d want to go back and change if she could, one regret hanging over Sakura like a rain cloud. She dated men her age before, almost all just acted like sex addicts, coming after her body, but Ricky, though the silent type, something about the older man attracted her, letting her feelings show.

Thoughts of her caused it, but before Ricky knew it, he cut himself, sending him to the sink. Though she might think he used it as a ploy to get her near, the pain and blood were real and Sakura knew this, how she covered the wound, bandaging it up proved such. Ricky couldn’t be sure, he didn’t really believe in this, but feeling like his wife wanted him to be with the pink haired woman came over him, a strange feeling indeed. He did find Sakura attractive, perhaps that was too light of a word to describe it, but he felt as if he’d betray Ashley above all, putting both in the moment.

There, in that moment, time had no sway, having the two stare at each other. She admitted this hadn’t happened with a guy before, but Sakura felt her heart beat hard, almost as if it was ready to burst out of her chest, an odd feeling for sure. The pink haired parole officer knew the rules, she couldn’t get in a romantic relationship with people she had as cases, and up until now, it was a good rule to follow. However, call it nature, emotion, perhaps a combination of the two, Sakura wanted Ricky, so much so that it hurt, having the young woman adjust her red rimmed glasses before kissing him, hoping for something back.

Without thought, the man returned the kiss, deepening it while holding her head, his fingers in her pink locks. Ricky still loved his wife, and always would, no need to question that, but she’d want him happy an omission compelling the man to take his shirt off with Sakura’s aid and proceed to kiss her neck then shoulder, taking it slow. As he moved to her breasts, kissing them and attend to them as much as possible given her white and pink kimono was still on, it couldn’t be ignore this relationship may put the young woman in harms way, making Ricky debate stopping, but passion pushed him onward.

Instinct had the female’s ear, telling her to help the man take the kimono off, and she could, but she pushed him away. Sakura wasn’t stopping their encounter, far from it, the woman just wanted to entice him more before giving herself to him, something in the back of her mind making her hands run over her skin, before untying the garment’s waist wrap. As the pink haired young lady untied the red fabric, her kimono felt a bit, exposing her bare skin, until the clothing fell to the floor, leaving Sakura there naked in full view.

Coming to her and kissing her deeply, no words could describe what he felt, acts would do a better job, making Ricky scoop the pink haired woman up and carry her to a bedroom, his hands tracing her back. As he set Sakura on the side of the bed, he noticed her looking at him, love and lust in the gaze while her hands took his pants down. Just seeing her enticed him, it felt like Ashley sent her to him somehow, having Ricky lay on top of the parole officer and explore her by touch, kiss or smell.

Not long after, his actions made something inside her heat up, making Sakura cup his face and kiss him deeply. Though she hadn’t made love before, when Ricky’s meat pressed against her womanhood, the surges that started stoking the fire had her wrap her flawless legs around him, letting him in. “Oh, uhh” she said in a somewhat painful way, squinting her eyes while holding his neck, but a moan followed after a time. When her body adjusted to him, she felt a need to counter every move he made, only taking minutes to kiss his neck, ear and let her fingers dance on Ricky’s skin.

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?

More Chapter Progress!



Over the holidays, progress on stories was made, but I’ve said that. I wanted to show you readers how much I’ve added to the novel, so please enjoy, leave a like or comment.  Some content may change in the final work. 🙂


Starcross Love:


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.

Personal Blog For Jan. 1st 2018: Happy New Year!!!!

Let me start this off by saying Happy New Year! I hope you all had a great New Years Eve & are enjoying what’s left of your day. There have been some issues in 2017 I don’t wanna repeat, (the recent being smashing my foot last week, fracturing or spraining my baby toe because OI!!!) In 2018, I hope to do more in the anime circles. Do my best getting to cons, buy more anime stuff & review the shows I promised you all before getting newer series. Yes, I know streaming anime is a thing now, but I like buying my anime, I’m old school, sue me! :).

There are A LOT of items I MUST see too, but most of all, the new wheelchair issue. I fail to see why this new guy is holding this process up. Yes, the holidays happened, that I get, but the chair was picked months ago, but he needed to be out here with the therapist to discuss the needs that I have, but every time we call, he calls late or says he’ll show and doesn’t.

On the writing end of things. The book chapter and another work has been added to lately Either the gates open better when I’m reeeeeeeeeeaaaaally tired or I’m fighting sleep because most of the progress was done late at night. Plus, a new idea with new characters sparked in me a few weeks ago, but while it sounds good on paper, there are hitches that need to be fixed due to the fact that I don’t want it to sound like a rip off of a movie.

During my time away, almost all of the character details were transferred to my PC so when SC6 comes down the pipe, my characters can be remade on the new game. Remember the red haired bikini wearing Xiaoyu I made on Tekken 7? The character was created on SC5 & she looks great, close to what she looks like in 7. If you want to watch the match below and let me know! 🙂