Writing Prompt Wednesday: Mate

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Welcome to week 5 of Writing Prompt Wednesday!

Remember a couple of posts back, we were introduced to a couple named Kenji and Clover? Yeah, well, here’s another snippet of their story. As a matter of fact, the next few prompts may be with them since I’m going to start working their story.

Hope you enjoy!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “When you see a stranger, follow him.”

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

When you see a stranger, follow him.

It was one of the first lessons Kitsune teach their kits.

As he walked down the busy city streets, Kenji decided to amend the lesson. When you see your mate, become a stranger.

Kenji changed his shape to that of an older woman wearing a professional suit. It fit in well with this section of the city. Most tourists stayed away from the less popular business sectors of the city. They didn’t hold the same pulse as the Marketplace. That was just as well. Kenji didn’t want to be around a slew of mortals anyway.

He did want to be near his mate. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know she was his mate. At least not yet. He would give her some time to get used to the idea of being with him. Being the mate of a Kitsune was not for the faint of heart. But Kenji had the feeling that she would accept him. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel. Not when it owed him.

She stopped at a street corner and pressed the signal button for the crosswalk. Kenji slowed his gait and examined her clothes and demeanor. She wore a fitted black suit with white pinstripes. On her feet were stylish black boots with sharp heels. They would be fine as a weapon should she need to kick someone. The purse she had over her shoulder was nothing but a hindrance. Anyone could use the straps against her. But what caught his attention was the pair of leather gloves she wore. Kenji frowned as he thought about the night he snuck into her apartment. She had dozens of pairs of gloves.

When she was with him, he wouldn’t let her wear gloves.

Kenji froze in place as she turned and looked over her shoulder. He nodded at her. The daylight highlighted her regal features making her even more beautiful to him. Once the light changed, she turned and walked across the street.

He continued after her at a slower pace. When she glanced over her shoulder again, he pressed his lips together. She couldn’t know who he was. He wouldn’t have a chance to learn about her if she knew he followed her. So, like any respectful Kitsune, he did what came naturally.

He shifted his shape again.

Mortals were so preoccupied with their own lives they never noticed what was in front of them. Now, instead of a 40-something white business woman, he resembled a Hispanic man in his early 20s. His clothing also shifted to a plan button-down shirt and blue jeans. He wanted to appear as harmless as possible. Scaring his mate was against the rules.

She turned another corner and Kenji could hear a soft cell phone chime. She paused and reached into her purse. Kenji was forced to walk past her. She was so wrapped up in finding that damned device that she hadn’t even realized she made herself a target. A growl escaped him as he passed another building and quickly enters its shadow. He watched her from the side of the building.

His mate lifted her phone up to her ear and sighed. “Hi Bae,” she said into her phone.

Kenji’s eyes narrowed and a growl escaped him. He knew what a bae was. Someone called their significant other “before and after everything.”

His mate would not be calling anyone Bae. Except him.

After he made her love him.

She looked around before continuing her walk. “I’m making my way there now. Keep your pants on.”

Kenji stepped deeper into the shadows as she walked past him. He leaned against one of the two buildings he hid between and scratched his nails down the metal and concrete. Her scent seemed to wrap around him and tease him. Kenji stayed between the buildings for a moment. He had to overcome the urge to capture his mate and steal her away. He knew that would scare her.

He stepped out of the shadows and changed his shape once more. Now he looked like a tall black man. A few of the mortals around him made sure to move out of his way. He didn’t want to concern himself with what mortals thought they saw. No one would believe them anyway. Not when they now lived in an age of computers and videos.

His mate continued her phone call as she made her way to one of the city parks. Kenji smiled to himself as he followed her. If she liked nature, then maybe she would like to visit his home in the Ainodake Mountains.

As she disconnected her call, Kenji looked at the area around them. His mate was out in the open and completely oblivious to the world around her. Everyone seemed to be going about their business, but something about the park smelled off to him. Kenji frowned as he stepped past the gates of the park. The familiar feeling of magic danced across his skin and Kenji felt his shape return to his normal shape. He couldn’t fight his curse.

His mate wandered onto neutral ground. The majority of his magic would be nullified while in the park. Only his truest form would be able to work in the area. Kenji growled as he looked at the various trees along the path. There were too many places for people to hide. And he hated the thought of his mate in danger.

A heavy breeze passed him and Kenji reacted before he realized what he was doing. He ran after his mate and tackled her to the ground. He turned and took the brunt of the impact, only to roll her under him. Before she could ask what he was doing, the garbage pail directly behind them exploded.

His mate’s scent changed from intoxicating to petrified. He pushed himself off her enough to look at her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She blinked at him. “Matt?” she asked.

He frowned. The first name he wanted to hear from his mate’s lips was not his brother’s. “Kenji,” he corrected. “Matt’s older brother.” He stood and helped her to her feet. Her hands were shaking and one of her gloves were torn. “You live in his building?” he asked, knowing the answer.

She nodded as she tucked her hands into her pockets. “Yes. Thank you,” she turned and reached down to grab her purse when he beat her to it. “I’m Clover. Clover Ramsey.”

Kenji nodded as he scanned the area. People were screaming and checking on their own loved ones as the garbage pail continued to burn. “We need to get you out of here,” he said. As she looked at him, he gently took her arm and guided her further down the trail.

“You’re bleeding,” she said before reaching for his collar.

Kenji grabbed her gloved hands and looked into her eyes. “I’ll heal,” he said softly. A glint of metal caught his attention. Shots rang out in the air and more garbage cans started to explode. Kenji hissed before wrapping an arm around her. One of the bullets struck the pavement next to her foot. He pulled her close, knowing that she was even more terrified of him now. “Trust me,” he ordered before rushing forward and lifting her into his arms.

He growled as her body trembled. He could feel his own changing and gaining more power.

“Tails,” she whispered in his ear.

Kenji smirked as he opened a portal. Normally, he didn’t any of his tails to open a portal that could take him anywhere in the world. Because of the damned spells of the park, he only needed two. A growl escaped him as he tightened his grip on her. “You’re going to feel a little sick,” he said before running through the dark cloud that started to form in front of them.

She kept her face turned from him as he stepped out of the portal and into his home. Kenji would have like to keep her in his arms longer, but her damned phone started to ring again.

“I have to answer that,” she whispered.

He lowered her legs and helped her over to the sofa. When he helped her sit, he noticed how stiff she was. “Do you want anything to drink? I can find something.”

She looked around and felt tears coming to her eyes. “I need to go home,” she said as she continued to tremble. When he reached out to touch her face, she quickly slapped his hand away and stood. “Don’t touch me. Just, please. Take me home.”

Kenji looked at the woman in front of him and straightened. She was his mate, but she also seemed as if she couldn’t stand his touch.

The phone started ringing again. Clover reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. “I’m fine Basil,” she cried into the phone. “I just need to go home.”

Kenji blinked as she nearly collapsed onto the sofa again. Her body shook with sobs as she dropped her phone. Kenji went to her side and picked up the device. “She’s safe. I’ll protect her,” he said to the person his mate called Basil.

“Where do you have my sister?” a man’s voice nearly growled.

Kenji frowned as he watched Clover. She covered her face with her hands as she seemed to cower away from him. “We’ll be in her apartment in less than five minutes,” he said before disconnecting the call. He dropped the phone back into her purse and gently touched her gloved fingers. The leather that covered her fingers was butter soft. He would have to reevaluate his thoughts on her gloves, as soon as he found out why she wore them. “I’ll take you home,” he said in a whisper. When she looked at him sharply, something in his chest pained him. “I have to hold your hand though.”

“No skin,” she told him. “Please, just… no contact with bare skin.” She wiped her face and stood, making sure to leave space between them.

Kenji could remember tales of mystics and mages that could see into the future if they touch a person or object. “You have precognition,” he said with a nod. “I will be more careful.” He stood his full height and held out his hand.

Clover looked around before looking at him. “You’ll take me home?” she asked.

He nodded. “I can take you to Matt’s apartment. Then I will walk with you upstairs to your home.”

Her eyes stayed on his for a long moment. “I’m not sure if I trust you.” She still slid a trembling hand into his.

He grinned and tightened his hand around hers. “You can trust me,” he confessed. “I don’t think anyone else will though.”

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I think I had way too much fun with these two. See you next week!

Dawn

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Writing Prompt Wednesday: Missed Mark

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So this is week 4 of Writing Prompt Wednesday! I can honestly say that I’m having a blast I hope you all are too!!! This time around, we’re going to see Simon from the High Council series. He is off on his own with a new character. With as much as my mind wanders, we’re going to be jumping around with all of my characters and the potential universes in my head.

Thanks for sticking with me!

Now, on with the show!

This week’s sentence: “I’ve got no reception in the club.”

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

“I’ve got no reception in the club.” Simon cursed as he pulled the slim device from his ear. It was his first mission with this new team and multiple things seemed to go wrong for them. He looked at the monitoring equipment they had been given. “Part of me thinks the Council wants us to fail,” he mumbled.

His current field leader shook his head. “There’s no benefit to our failure.” Leon Sheppard leaned back in his folding chair and balanced himself on the two back legs. “This is a new team, and while there are a few rookies here, I really doubt the Pendragon would let you die. And that says nothing about the elf.”

Simon frowned as he turned to his laptop. “Chance is only so powerful,” he said pulling up his email account. “The rest is none of your business.”

Leon folded his arms behind his head. “It is when it clouds your judgement.” He allowed his chair to drop and leaned forward. “You were made the team lead. You’re our voice when shit goes down with the Council, or any other officials that may come after us. I’m supposed to make sure we can all walk out of that club tomorrow with as little damage as possible. So, if you’re so screwed up in your own shit that you don’t even realize these were not the earpieces McAllister send us, then whatever is fucking with your brain is my business.”

Brown eyes looked at the slim devices before seeing the box next to his foot. There was a note attached with Moira’s flowing handwriting. “She sent in new ones?”

Leon grabbed the note and stood. “Simon. Don’t try to use the crap those idiots at hq tried to give you. The range on them sucks and you won’t be able to hear anything. Take these. They’re easier to sync and we won’t have to worry about you. Love Moria,” he read. Leon dropped the note into Simon’s lap before pacing the room. “Now, tell me that bullshit bit again. About them not caring.”

Simon swallowed as he read the note for himself. Moria was the best tech the Council had. There were plenty of times her gadgets saved their lives. She would have sent him the best equipment if she had the means. And Chance would always make sure she had the means. Their team had been more like a family. He swallowed as he reached into the box and pulled out five small com-units. He also found another note. It was a simple card that made him smile. “Stay safe. If I have to come after you, you’ll be sorry,” he said with a sigh. He then looked at Leon. “Things between Aria and I are complicated. At best.”

Leon nodded as he went to the window and looked out onto the street. “I figured that part out when Emrys let you come here.” He then glanced at Simon. “But none of that explains why you ran from the States.”

Simon tested one of the com-units to stall replying to Leon’s statement. It pained him to know that the woman he loved was beyond his reach. Merlin, no, Emrys now, said that he would grow to be good friends with Braeden. But he didn’t count on it. Not when both Braeden and Aria were thousands of years old, and he was simply a human. “I love her. She’s mated. I don’t want to be around watching what I can’t have,” he said putting everything back in its box. “Aria is someone I will always count as a friend. But I can’t sit by and watch her be happy with Braeden.” Simon then stood and stretched his arm. “And if you tell anyone about this conversation, I’ll gut you.”

Leon smirked as he crossed his arms. “What conversation?”

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This one is short, I’ll admit that. But hey, they call can’t be long. Let me know what you think!

Dawn

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Perceptions

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Hello again!!!!

It’s time for Writing Prompt Wednesday. This week, we’re going to visit a couple that has been haunting me for longer than I should be admitting. Braeden and Aria.

When we first meet them, it’s is Dragon’s Awakening. I’ve never gotten around to their story. But here is a start to it….

This week’s sentence: Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger. It was a song lyric that made his mind go around in circles. He would have done anything Aria asked of him. He still would. But all she asked of him had been distance. He granted it, knowing it was what she needed. Now, over a year later, he was beginning to rethink his position. He looked at the pictures in front of him and felt his mood sink..

His mate. The one he loved since they were children eons ago. Was now out of his reach. Possibly forever.

Braeden tried to throw the photo away. There had been many times when he put the 4 x 6 photograph in the bin. But each and every time he would pull it out. It wasn’t her fault she finally found comfort. He was happy she was able to move on beyond what his cousin did. His beautiful Aria was slowly becoming the woman she had always been destined to be.

And she did all of it without him.

Braeden held the picture of her and her teammate, Simon. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Her head was tilted towards his as he spoke to her. Braeden was sure his brother’s mate took the candid image, not realizing it would rip out his heart.

Then again, Chance still hadn’t completely forgiven him for sleeping with another woman while Aria had been in danger.

He hadn’t forgiven himself either.

“Gods, not this brooding again,” his best friend commented. Braeden turned and looked at Drake. The vampire crossed the room and went straight for the wine on the refreshment tray. “You really need to make a decision,” he said as he poured a glass.

His father and brother said the same thing. Neither really understood what it was like to have pushed the woman you loved away. Christobal has his mate in Chance. A dragon that was more than capable of handling both his nature and his mood swings.

Things had never been simple between him and Aria. Life sent them down different roads. Every time they saw each other, something would drive a bigger wedge between them. He finally thought they had a shot. Her obligations to both Merlin and her dead father were met. She was finally starting to break out of the unfeeling shell she encased around herself.

And then his idiot cousin defiled her.

Braeden held up the picture in his hand. “Aria has already made it.”

Drake looked at the image and snorted. “She only allows him that close because he’s human and isn’t a threat.”

“I know that.” Braeden sighed as he exchanged the image for one that made him smile. Aria holding her small daughter. “Simon is safe and he knows enough to try to protect her and the baby.”

Drake sipped at his wine. “Chance says that they are starting to plan her Naming. Aren’t you also going to go?”

Braeden shook his head. He remembered how terrified she was that day he and Simon rescued her. “She wouldn’t want me there,” he said.

Drake was silent for a while. Braeden knew the vampire was only holding his tongue because he was waiting for the right moment to comment. He always did.

Braeden continued to flip through the pictures Chance sent him copies of. “Aria has a good eye,” he commented. He sent his mate the camera for Christmas and she had been taking pictures of everything she could ever since. Christobal said it was almost like therapy for her.

Another picture caught his eye. It was the baby. Her cherub face was all eyes and gums as she smiled for the camera. He touched the side of her face, knowing that the child was going to be a magnet for danger. “She’s going to be a heartbreaker,” he commented.

Drake snorted. “She already has your brother and Simon falling over themselves to keep her smiling and happy.”

“What about you?”

The vampire’s grin was unrepentant. “I am clearly her favorite uncle,” he joked.

Braeden laughed. Drake always had a way with women. It didn’t matter how old they were. He looked at her picture again and sighed. “I won’t make Aria uncomfortable by showing up where I’m not wanted.”

“Did she said she didn’t want you?” Drake asked. When Braeden looked at him, he folded his hands behind his head. “If the words didn’t leave her mouth, then there is still hope. I think this self-imposed exile is a lot much. But if it makes you feel better, then who am I to judge?”

Braeden frowned as he put the pictures back in their envelope. “You didn’t have to watch her flinch every time you stepped closer to her.” He remembered the way she moved away from him and into Simon’s arms. “You didn’t watch your mate cling to another man while you could do nothing to ease her pain.”

“That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.”

Braeden looked at Drake and sighed as he realized what he said to his friend. Drake had met the woman that could have been his more than once. And each time, she was entangled with someone else. He was finally starting to realize that she wasn’t meant for him. “I’m sorry,” he said before running his hands through his hair. “This whole situation is just…”

Drake finished his drink and poured another. “It sucks,” he said raising his glass to his lips.

Braeden nodded as he moved to turn to the serving tray. Before he could say anything else, his phone started to ring. He went over to his desk and picked up the slim device. His eyes widened when he saw Aria’s name on the screen. “Aria, are you okay?” he asked as he looked at Drake.

“I didn’t want to catch you at a bad time,” she said nervously.

Braeden shook his head as he walked to the patio doors. “No, never,” he said going outside so he could talk to her alone.

“Did you get the pictures?” she asked.

His eyes widened as he thought of the pictures. “Yes,” he whispered. He swallowed as he remembered how Chance just dropped them off. “I hadn’t realized they came from you when Chance gave them to me.”

She was silent as he looked out at the night sky. “I don’t know if I can be around you,” she confessed.

His eyes closed as she put a voice to his fears. “I understand.”

“He… he turned into you towards the end. Before you got me out.”

It was a shame that he would always carry. The vacant look in her eye as he untied her. The soft plea in her voice to just get it over with and not wear his face anymore. The broken look that crossed her face when he called her Gemstone. “I know.”

“I can’t hold off Aubrey’s Naming anymore. My grandmother says that it will make both clans look weak.”

Braeden opened his eyes at the mention of her grandmother. “You aren’t weak,” he told her. “And if that old bat says anything to the contrary, I’ll…”

A soft huff of amusement came from the other end of the phone. Braeden froze at her next words. “I think I need you here.”

Braeden swallowed as his mind processed what she told him. “You want me there?” he asked.

“Only if you want to come,” she answered quickly. “I don’t know how to handle the courts or my grandmother. I know I’m the Heir, but what if the Clans reject her because of… everything.”

Braeden leaned against the patio doors. On a good day, he was defenseless against her. When she was confused and unsure, he was willing to become the Demon his father raised him to be. “Don’t worry about the Clans. Or anyone else for that matter.”

Her breath was shaky over the phone. If he knew she was this much of a mess, she was on the verge of breaking down. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper.

He slid down the doors and sat on the cold stone of the patio. “I want you to try,” he told her. When her breath hitched again, he pushed on. “I’m not talking about anything intimate. I won’t push you any further than you’re willing to go. But damn it, I need my wife,” he confessed.

Over the phone, he could hear the soft rustling of tissues. A part of him was pleased that she just as emotional as he was. But then again, she could just be upset with the idea of her grandmother being so close to her daughter.

“I don’t think I can be what you need.”

Braeden shook his head. “That’s for me to decide.” He looked at the sky and smiled at the shooting star. “Who knows, you may decide that you don’t want me for your mate.”

Another snort. “I told you when you bound us I didn’t want you.”

He smiled. “But you have to admit, I was wearing you down. It only took a thousand years.” Braeden could hear her soft chuckle and felt like he conquered a kingdom. “Text me when and where. I’ll be there for both you and the baby.”

“Her name is Aubrey,” she told him. “I don’t think anyone told you.”

No one had. He caught it earlier in the conversation. “It’s beautiful.”

“I still don’t know if it will be De’Winter or Grayworlds. Grandmother wants me to give her to the De’Winters.”

Braeden frowned, knowing he was about to overstep bounds again. “She is a Calvolcanti and will be raised as such,” he declared.

“Brae,” she started.

He jumped to his feet and started to pace. “I will stand by your side, I will be the husband that you need in every way. Albert already robbed us both of so much, I won’t let him take your daughter too. If we have to lie to the world and let them think she’s mine, so be it.”

She was silent for a long moment. She then inhaled as if gathering strength. “Thank you,” she said again. “I’ll see you next week.”

“If you need me, call,” he told her before she disconnected the call. Braeden looked at his phone as her picture went dark. He looked at the shooting star again and smiled sadly before going back inside.

Aria needed him. And she was still terrified of him. At best, she would get over her fears of him and they would find their way to each other, finally. At worse, he could damage her permanently. And he would rip off his own arm before he allowed that.

 

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Hope you enjoyed this entry!!! Again, let me know what you think.

See you next time!!!
Dawn

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Confessions

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Hello again!!!!

It’s time for Writing Prompt Wednesday. The two characters in this one are from a story that I’ve been kicking around (you would be surprised how many stories I kick around). Kenji and Clover have been hard to pin down, but hopefully, I’ll be able to make something out of their romance. Let me know what you think.

This week’s sentence: I remember because I can’t forget.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

“I remember because I can’t forget,” she said softly. When Kenji looked at her, she swallowed. Her hands trembled as she brushed a hair away from her face. The Ferris wheel continued its climb as she looked at the landscape.

It was completely dark out. She and Kenji were enclosed in their own little cocoon as they slowly rose above the noise and crowds. She would have thought it romantic if she hadn’t decided to throw both of their worlds askew.

Kenji leaned closer to her. “Clover,” he said carefully. “That isn’t how your magic works.” His hands covered her gloved ones, and she could see a slight tremble in them.

“You see into the past when you touch something. When you release the item, you forget what you saw. You come back to yourself.”

Clover looked into his eyes and swallowed as the knot in her stomach strangely started to loosen. She knew Kenji kept secrets, even from her. But it was time she told him her most private secret. “When I was eighteen, I worked with my brothers and the police. There was a case where four men were in a warehouse slaughtered.” She looked at her gloved and rubbed her index finger and thumb together. “Blood covered everything. It was blood and guts and pieces that looked like chewing gum. It was the first time I had seen anything like it, so naturally, I panicked. Stupidly, I tried to run and slipped. I fell into a pool of blood and came into contact with a reciprocating saw.”

Kenji shook her head. “You don’t have to tell me this,” he said softly.

Tears filled her eyes as she reached out and touched his face. “I was pulled into the past. I was the man that captured two fox demons. I was going to get them to show all of their tails, cut them off and sell them. One was red and the other was snow white. The little part that was me remembered thinking that she was so beautiful. I was screaming in my mind as that nameless man started to hack at her. First, it was her eye. Then it was one of her paws. He was upset because no matter how much she howled and cried out, her tails didn’t come out.”

Kenji looked away from her as she saw tears falling from his eyes. “Stop,” he whispered.

“I was there when the red fox howled and was consumed with black fire,” she went on. “I was in that man’s head when the red demon broke his chains and killed everyone in that warehouse. I saw all of it.” She leaned back against the car and wiped at the tears falling from her eyes. “Even when the red fox jumped onto the man’s chest and clawed out his throat.”

She continued to watch Kenji as he absorbed her story. Over the past few weeks, he started to be more playful. Clover rubbed a hand over her heart as she waited for him to say something.
“Her name was Emi,” Kenji said softly. “She was my sister.”

Clover wiped her eyes again. “I thought she would have been your mate.”

He shook his head as he chuckled. “Gods no.” He looked at Clover for a long moment. “You knew I was the red one?”

She reached out and touched his face again. This time she brushed her thumb under his almond shaped eye. “When you thought Billy was going to hurt me, you had the same look. If I hadn’t stopped you, he would be dead.”

He was careful to touch her sleeve as he lowered her hand from his face. “He shouldn’t have pushed you against that wall.”

Clover smiled as he turned his attention to the ground below them. He was trying to deflect. “I did a little digging and found something interesting.” When his body shifted towards her slightly, she leaned forward. “A post-cog will remember visions of his or her mate.” She swallowed as he turned to her fully. “I also know a few shifters said they knew their mates on sight.” Her eyes held his as the first of the fireworks lit the darkness.

Kenji mirrored her position. “After we lost Emi, I was trapped in so much anger that I didn’t take my human form for years. My only family was ready to put me down. And then I sniffed out the apartment above ours.”

She nodded as she remembered. “I thought you were a cat in the shadows. It wasn’t until the day you fell asleep on the hammock outside that I realized exactly what was going on.”
He sighed as the light-show continued to paint him shades of blue green and red. “So, you knew who I was, nearly the entire time?” he asked.

Clover shook her head and held his hand with both of hers. She saw the way his eyes widened and swallowed. “I knew you were important. I didn’t know you. I didn’t know we were supposed to be together in any way. But the more I spent time with you, the less I remembered being that man in the warehouse.” When he was about to pull his hand away from her, she tightened her grip. “The more time I spent with you, the less I remembered the fox demon and the more I saw a protective kitsune I could spend the rest of my life with.”

His hand trembled in hers. “Be very careful of what you say,” he warned.

Clover saw the fear in his eyes. She smiled as she realized they were both terrified of the same thing.
Neither wanted their hearts broken.

Clover felt lightheaded at the realization. For months, she and Kenji danced around each other. They took care to make sure they didn’t touch, or that she didn’t touch any of his belongings. She had been terrified of his rejection, and he had been terrified of her loving him and then turning him away. She turned and looked at the fireworks. “Basil told me once that he used to get his dates to come up here so they could make out,” she confessed.

A smirk crossed his face. “It sounds like something he would do,” Kenji replied. His own eyes widened when Clover lunged forward and covered her mouth with his.

Clover whimpered as she felt herself falling. She didn’t want to become a slave to his memories. Her whole body shook as she tried to stay in the moment of her first kiss. She would not let her magic dictate her life to her. She needed to touch him. To have him touch her. Clover wanted what her father had with her mother.

Kenji’s hands on her arms grounded her. She could feel the terror that radiated from him as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Have you lost your mind?” he snapped as he searched her face. “You could put yourself in a coma!” he scolded.

Her eyes filled with tears as he put more space between them. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she looked out at the crescendo of the fireworks show. “It won’t happen again.” She looked at the dying lights and smiled sadly. “Another memory, to never forget,” she whispered.

Kenji kept his face turned away from hers. “It would be best if you did,” he told her. “If you relive my memories, it could kill you.”

One final explosion went off. It was a red star burst that reminded her of his kitsune fur. “So, I’ll die slowly. Never knowing what it would be like to have the most basic of touches. To be perfectly honest with you, I would rather risk the coma.”

“My sister died in my arms. Forgive me if I refuse to watch my mate do the same.”

The lights of the fireworks show faded and the Ferris wheel started its descent. Clover swallowed as she looked at the parallels of the moment. The ride ending, the fireworks dying and her love life.

All ending and she couldn’t do a thing to stop any of it.

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Hope you enjoyed this entry!!! Again, let me know what you think.

See you next time!!!
Dawn

Writing Prompt Wednesday: Birth of Darsha

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Welcome to Writing Prompt Wednesday!!! (Hopefully) Each week, I’ll have a sentence, and from that, I’ll create a scene. Some may be longer than others. Some may be connected to something that I have already out.

This week’s sentence: The blood dripped slowly down the wall. 

This one is connected to a universe that I’m still hammering out. I hope you enjoy the Birth of Darsha.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved*****

The blood slowly dripped down the wall. The rancid stench of bile and other bodily fluids clogged her nose as she stood at the edge of the area. She had done the impossible.

Their great champion, their ferocious Beast, was dead at her feet.

The rich noblemen and their ladies were all silent as she closed her left hand and backed away from the man that fought for them. His body crumbled into a heap of flesh as she turned to the man watching over the pit.

He was their King. One of the seven that ruled the Valescape. She didn’t care. He stole what her family had, simply because he could. He took her sisters and sold them off like they nothing more than trinkets. But now she stood over his champion. The Prince he cultivated himself from childhood. The frown on his face proved that he was not pleased with the outcome of the match.

Laughter bubbled up from her. She watched as the women around her grew more horrified by the moment. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and doubled over as she laughed at the painted flowers that acted as if they were not part of a twisted food chain. Her weapons clattered to the dirt ground as she tried to calm herself. The humor of her situation was the prominent thought on her mind.

The King knew of her family’s traitorous behavior. He ordered the death and selling of her family because of her father’s actions. He knew that out of her mother and her sisters, she would have been the one to cause a problem. She would have been the one to become a rebel. She would have been the one to demand justice for her father. In order to seem fair, the King put her in a death match with his champion. A werewolf-troll hybrid against a small demon woman.

Now the King had a dilemma on his hands.

Would he allow the new champion of his fighting pits to live, or would he eliminate the possibility of her trying to seek revenge for her family by killing her?

Her grandmother always told her that life was full of choices. And most often, they were choices she wouldn’t like.

The sounds of the gates being lifted echoed in the arena. Her laughter died enough for her to look around and see four guards shuffling in. She straightened and met the gaze of the King that took her father’s head. “I thought I would get a boon,” she said.

Her voice echoed around the arena. It was soon followed by gasps of outrage and shock. She didn’t care. She only stayed focused on the danger surrounding her.

The King of Gluttony raised his hand and the crowd silenced. “You haven’t won the championship yet.” He looked at his men. “Whoever wins this, will get their boons.”

She closed her eyes as she braced herself for the first blow. When it came, she was thrown across the arena. As she rolled across the dirt floor, she grabbed a rusted and discarded short sword. She started to stand when a fist slammed into her face. Four demons descended on her with kicks and punches to her body. One grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet.

“We’re going to enjoy this Milady.”

She tightened her grip on the short sword she held and raised it. The women in the audience gasped when she cut off the guard’s hand, as well as most of her long black locks of hair. She landed on her feet and turned to the one nearest her. She swung her sword and continued to move, ignoring the fact that he fell to his knees clutching at his neck.

It was like her fight with Beast all over again. Move, swing, parry, strike. The surest target would be the torso, but the efficient ones were the neck and face. Tendons were good for immobilizing. She moved around her attackers using the ebb and flow of their own movements. One guard reached for her, she sidestepped him but raked her clawed free hand across his face as he fell. Another swung his own sword at her. She blocked his blade and jumped to the side, avoiding a different swing from another guard. A smile crossed her face as she backed away from the four guards and found herself standing over Beast’s dead body.

“My King,” she called out. She didn’t take her eyes from the four demons that were nearly foaming at the mouth to kill her. “I will give you what you want. The Domini House is dead. All that would fight for the line are gone and done.”

“You are still breathing, My dear.”

She smiled and looked at the King. He was playing his hand, to not lose face in front of his people. Her father tried to do the same thing, many times.

His head was now on a pike.

She would have to play to the King’s base nature and override the idea that she would be his enemy. She continued to smile as the guards ran at her at once.

Her body underwent the transformation in less than a second. Gone was the shell of flesh and muscle she normally wore. Gone was the ripped and tattered dress her mother made her wear when the King showed up at her family’s manor months ago. Gone was the possible bride sons of the nobility tried to court to gain favor with both her father and their King.

Now she stood in her true form. She knew what everyone saw. It was a fear whispered by children. The dreaded monster that could devour your soul and take you off the wheel of life and death. The creatures were ferocious and nearly unstoppable. And if one saw you, you were as good as dead. Now she floated above the ground with black robes around her. She pushed back the hood that covered her face. Someone in the audience screamed as everyone realized what she was.

She opened her skeletal hand and flexed her knife-like claws. The guards looked at her horrified as she rushed them, her arms open wide.

Another flash blinded everyone in the arena. Once the light died down, she stood in front of the King, in her usual form wearing nothing but blood. She raised her hands and dropped the heads of Beast, and the four guards at his feet. “The Domini House is dead,” she said again. “All those in opposition to your throne are gone.”

The frustration on his face was transparent. “You are still here, my dearest Lysette.”

She shook her head. “If it pleases you, report that I am dead. Or we can continue this farce and I can continue to kill your men. Use me as your general, or keep me in the pits. I don’t care. But I want my boon.”

One of the King’s fine eyebrows arched. “What would you want, if not your freedom?”

“My sisters. All three of them.”

The intrigue on his face faded. “Sisters. Are they like you?”

She shook her head. “No. They never learned to use my Grandmother’s powers.”

He looked like he was ready to strangle her himself. “Why?”

“For various reasons.” She kept her eyes locked with his as he stood. She didn’t back down as he towered over her. He was powerful enough to kill her. They all knew that. But she had to put her trust in the knowledge that he would see her more like an asset than a danger.

“The Domini line is dead. If your sisters are returned to you, they will have no family name,” he told her.

“They will be my sisters, nothing more,” she agreed.

He looked at her. “What is the name you hide?” he asked.

She looked at him with a grin. She knew who her grandmother was. She knew her grandmother would approve of doing what she had to in order to save her sisters. “Darsha,” she told him. She saw the King flinch and pressed on. “She died on a Hunt nearly fifteen years ago.”

The King nodded. “I never knew she had children.”

“We all keep secrets.”

He looked at her again. This time his gaze traveled up and down her nude body. “You have done well in keeping yours,” he said quietly. He then turned to the crowd. “I will grant the boons the winner of the match desires. I will have her sisters returned to her. And she will remain at my side as a General.” Murmurs ran through the crowd before he raised his hand again. “From this moment on, Lysette of the House of Domini is dead. The woman before you is now to be referred to as Darsha.”

One person started to slowly clap. It took a moment before the tension in the arena changed. People that were terrified of her transformation were cheering for her. The King waved his hand at her and she was instantly wearing a suit of armor. She bowed her head and covered her heart with her fist.

She would allow him to live. She would even fight for him. She would debase herself for no one except the man in front of her.

And once she gained enough power on her own, they would revisit this arena and she would walk out as King of the House of Gluttony.

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Hope you enjoyed it!

See you next week!!!
Dawn

A New Who

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It’s no secret that I’m a lover of various fandoms. One fandom that I enjoy every season is Doctor Who. I started watching with Tennant. I laughed and cried through the various adventures of Eccleston (I went back and watched), Tennant and Smith. When Capaldi came along I was starting to fall off. There was something that just wasn’t there for me. I hated the companion (still wish they would have killed Clara and let her stay dead). Bill came along and it was a breath of fresh air. But something there was something… I don’t know. Lost when it came to the Doctor.

Then they started to spread rumors and speculation. The Doctor was going to be this Kris Marshall dude, Eddie Redmayne, Tilda Swinton, Halie Atwell. And what I’ll call The Great Debate started. Should the Doctor. A character that’s been around for eons be a woman.
We were told that we would have the announcement after Wimbledon. I was focused on Twitter, waiting just like everyone else to see what would happen. And then this beautiful creature was given the key to the TARDIS.

 

I, personally, have no clue who Jodie Whittaker is. But she’s the new Doctor. There are people that are flipping out because the Doctor, a role that’s always been a man, is now a woman.

Now I’m going to jump back to a conversation that I had with Tia. I was against the idea of a female Doctor. The Doctor had always been male, and if they make him a her, things are bound to get over sexualized and we’ll lose the core of why people love Doctor Who. But then we started talking, and I started thinking. Missy was The Master. Michelle Gomez was EPIC in that role. No one saw it coming and she was phenomenal with it. The majority of the companions were female (here’s looking at Mickey, Jack, Grandad, Rory and Nardole 🙂 ). And I started to break them down into roles of their relationship with The Doctor. But there was a sort of growth that happened in the companions, and it was leading to this change.

I will be the first to say, Clara became too big for her britches (an old term, I know. It’s not false though). Her arch went from being “The Impossible Girl” that was meant to save the Doctor, to the “The Plucky Assistant” that thought she could BECOME the Doctor (that’s my major problem with her). Her entire death was HER FAULT simply because SHE DIDN’T THINK THINGS THROUGH like the Doctor would. And in the end, he would pull her @$$ out of the fire again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t.

With Bill, we returned to the kind of Doctor where the questions came back into play. She had this thirst for knowledge that made me enjoy having her around. What got tiring, was the focus on her sexuality. I was over it by the end of her second episode to be totally honest. But I will admit, I was upset and cried a little with the season finale.

And here we are. On July 16, 2017, Peter Capaldi has said that he’s going to hang up his sonic and we now have a new Doctor. She’s got the key to the TARDIS

Jodie Whittaker has been revealed as the 13th Doctor, and social media is losing their minds! I’ve seen people that love the choice, and others that hate the choice, and then there is a third choice….

Those that simply hate that BBC has chosen a woman to play The Doctor.

Like I said before, I have never seen Whittaker act. There are a LOT of people saying that she’ll be great for the role. I hope they are right. She looks like she would fill the role well. She doesn’t look like the plucky young starry eyed female it seemed like the show was always going to go for (I loved Karen Gillian, we went over my feelings for Jenna Coleman.) This woman looked like she would be able to hang with Rose, Martha, and Donna. The adventures she could have with River would be endless. I kinda want to start a petition to have Jack come back just to see her (and I still want to know how he becomes the Face of Boe.) and be like “Doctor….” But again, that’s just me.

The people that are hating her being the choice, well, the ones that are in the usual cycle of “I don’t like it, but I’ll give it a chance.” I’ve been there. With BOTH Smith and Capaldi. Actually, I was more livid with Capaldi because he had already been on the show. I felt that while they may move people from one role to become a companion later was okay, but not for the Doctor! But they made it work. and I was wrong.

But there’s this… sect of people. Oh. My. Gallifrey! They have totally missed the point of this show (And coming from me, that’s saying something.)

One person said “Why are they pushing gender issues in a children’s show? How am I supposed to explain this to my kids?”

I’ve seen 2 Time Lords change from men to women. There was a commander in the Gallifreyan army that changed from an old white man into a black woman and Missy. It’s been explained in the show, Time Lords are not gender-exclusive. And you’ve already seen the man change TWELVE times! Change is good.

Another person went on and on about how “My childhood is ruined!”

Um… have you seen the Jem Movie? GI Joe? Transformers? My childhood has been raked over the coals and I’m still standing. Get over that. Honestly. We’re all adults here… mostly.

And I think my personal favorite is

“We should make Wonder Woman a man, and see how they react to that!”

Dude. Really? Let’s take Wonder Woman (a female that’s super strong, can fly, is a superhero with a secret identity) and make her a man…. *cough* Superman *cough* *cough* Shazam *cough* Sit down, your argument is beyond invalid.

But what a lot of the people that said those comments also say “I won’t be watching anymore.” And here’s where I say, you’re missing the point of the show.

Doctor Who, from my understanding, is a show about change. Change is good. Sometimes, change is bad. Change is inevitable. The only thing constant about change is that it changes.

Get over it. Really, if you’re upset that we’re getting a FEMALE Doctor, just on the fact that she’s a FEMALE, then that is a problem that YOU have to deal with. Just like if the Doctor had been cast as a black man, or anything other than a White male with some sort of accent (although, now that I think about it, I’d back Channing Tatum as the Doctor jk.)(But really, they never have an American accent. Maybe an American accent is England’s Accent of Evil. IDK), people would have flipped out. The world is changing. Everything else has started to change. It’s time that visual media change with it.

*whew* I didn’t think this would be THIS long. It’s a little all over the place, I know. But this is just how I feel. I’m not going to turn off my comments. If you want to talk like an adult about Whittaker (I’m going to use her last name because I’ve done that with EVERY other Doctor and won’t change), fine. But I’m not going to get involved with online word wars.

 

I can’t wait till Christmas! 🙂
Allonsy!
Dawn.

Reflections.

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Hello! It really has been some time.

I know there have been breaks between my posts, but this last time was pretty bad. I know that. A lot has happened since July of 2015, and I wanted to give you a quick catch up.

One for Sorrow has been released.

Halloween of 2016 saw the release of a new series called the Murder of Crows. One for Sorrow had been a labor of love for me. Oh! And it even won an award! It won in the paranormal romance category of the Chesapeake Romance Writers’ Rudy Award. I submitted it to a publisher, got rejected, and then released it myself. So, right now I’m working on the follow-up to One for Sorrow, Two for Joy. And while I’ve had to deal with more setbacks than I really want to think about, I know everything will work out in the end.

Yet another project to work on…

As many who know me realize, I keep quite a few plates in the air. I’m working on Two for Joy, I announced on my Facebook that I was putting Maxwell Investigations on hold since I finished out that arch. I’m also working on three OTHER pieces that may or may not see the light of day. Along with a few more projects that really all I have to do is find the right flash drive and add them in. LOL.

I’ve started a newsletter and a street team. You can find the Rum Runners on Facebook and I’ve added a link below to my sign up page. I try to send out something once a month, but again, there are times when all’s quiet around me, so I don’t say anything.

And now I’m getting to the part where the title of this post actually makes sense.

When I put out Dangerous Dalliances, I wasn’t in a good place. Not mentally. There were a lot of things that were going on in my personal life and I spent way too much time trying to rebound from that. But after the smoke cleared, and with a lot of help from my besties, I dusted myself off, stood up, and put out my book.

After winning the Rudy, I started to realize something that I used to tell people. Nothing was going to change in my life until I change it. Since then, I’ve joined RWA and the MRW. I’ve met men and women that I’ve looked up to and admired. I was starting to feel like I was heading in the right direction.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have MILES to go before I get to where I want to be as an author. But right now I’ve been using the hashtag #littlegoalscounttoo. It’s just something to remind myself that it was the turtle that won the race.

That’s about all I’ve been up to. If you want to drop a note, feel free. I enjoy interacting with everyone.

Later!
Dawn