He turned back as he leaned out over the edge and the sun glistened off of the tears running in rivers down his tanned cheeks. Rays of sunlight found his gray eyes, but failed to bring any warmth or recognition — they gazed far away, back to memories of a summer lost — before they disappeared below the surface of the restless ocean.

He, to forever dream beneath the emerald sea.

Ah well. Nothing to report really. Another year gone, that much closer to the end of my life.

Cheers.

I ain’t dead yet, physically anyway.

With this new wave of .. (for lack of a better word) newness, I’m hoping will come the inspiration and ambition I need to continue working on something I enjoyed: The X111 Inn. So, look forward (if you care) to something in the possible future, and if summer is half-way through without anything, well, you all know where to find me and harm me x.x I do have many projects I intend to get going this summer, and this is one of them I intend on maintaining.

On a final note: I believe I’m dropping the old story, and starting from scratch. But what I’m envisioning may be too heavy a read for some of you… I like detail, and this story is going to have lots of it… I still want to parody Forum/Chat/all you wonderful people, but it may work out differently. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it. If not, I’ll just throw myself in front of a passing car… We’ll see.

Cheers, your resident slacker enthusiast,

WolfSage

Name: Matt
Birthdate: September 29, 1986
Birthplace: Massachusetts
Current location: New Hampshire
Eyes: Blue-grey
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Height: 5′7
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: Libra

Layer.two

Your heritage: French Canadian, English, Irish, Italian
Your weakness: Shy, lethargy
Your shoes you wore today: . . . Wtf?
Your fears: Loneliness, harm coming to those I value
Your perfect pizza: Pepporoni or chicken, spices, cooked golden brown
Goal you’d like to achieve: Write a novel

Layer.three

Your thoughts first waking up: Fuck, this again?
Your best physical feature: Middle finger?
Your bedtime: Anywhere between 6PM and uh, not sleeping at all. Usualy after 1 >>
Your most missed memory: The friends I grew up with in school…

Layer.four

Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, but many coke products are good
McDonald’s or Burger King: Burger King has better fries and chicken…
Single or group dates: What the hell are those?
Adidas or Nike: Let’s waste money on name brands… Nike!
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton all the way
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Unless it’s French Vanilla…
Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino, home made. Mmmmm

Layer.five

Smoke: Be more specific
Cuss: Plenty =/
Sing: Almost constantly
Take showers daily: Sometimes twice a day >>
Have a crush: That’s all it will ever be.
Think you’ve been in love: Still am.
Want to go to college: I am…
Want to get married: Let’s not make things complicated just yet
Believe in yourself: Not really…
Get motion sickness: Oh my god yes. It sucks so bad.
Think you’re attractive: Um, no.
Think you’re a health freak: *Muches on more pizza* What now?
Get along with your parents: That’s possible? =/
Like thunderstorms: I love thunder/rainstorms. Second best time to go for walks or sit outside. Getting my webserver going again after is a bitch though =P
Play an instrument: I’d like to..

Layer.six - in the past months

Gone to the mall: Duh, Christmas shopping. Otherwise, our mall sucks -_-
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Never in one sitting.
Eaten sushi: Homemade sushi and sesame/salmon rice balls a few nights ago ^^
Been on stage: Yes, back when I was brave.
Gone skating: I need new ice skates -_-
Made homemade cookies: Naw, not a cookie making person
Gone skinny dipping: No, but I did once a long time ago.
Dyed your hair: Nope, fake spray stuff on Halloween though =P
Stolen anything: Uh…, does that include “pirating” =x

Layer.seven - ever..

Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Try passing out on cement at 11:00 at night on New Years for an hour, and waking up and thinking “I only lied down for ten minutes.” That was fun…
Been called a tease: No…
Got beaten up: Yeah. I caught the toe edge on my snowboard and the mountain nailed me good =/

Layer.eight

Age you hoped to be married: Late twenties, early thirties
Number and name of children: Preferably 2 or 3, 1 would be too lonely
How do you want to die: Doing something I love.
Where do you want to attend college: Anywhere with a good CS program =/
Dream job: In a world where jobs pay good? Forest worker or some such
Country you want to visit: Ireland, of all. Many others too

Layer.nine - In a guy/girl…

Best eye color: Green eyes are nice…
Best hair color: Dark and shiny
Short or long hair: Long hair, like waste length.
Height: Um, not too tall o_O
Best weight: WHAT ABOUT PERSONALITY, HUH?!
Best clothing: Modest preferably.. Skirts are nice (long ones not skimpy ones)
Best first date location: What is it with these date things?
Best first kiss location: How should I know =/

Layer.ten

Number of drugs taken illegally: Who’s counting? =x
Number of people I could trust with my life: Trust… not something I give too freely sadly =/. I’d say at least 1
Number of CDs that I own: A lot
Number of piercings: Had 1.
Number of tattoos: I’d never be able to decide on one >>
Number of times my name’s been in the news: I’m not important…
Number of scars on my body: Lots of small ones o_O
Number of things in my past that I regret: It would take far too long to count that high… There is much I regret daily, but oh well.

The day started like any other, with no sign of life at all, a complete and utterly desolate vibe hanging in the air of the small Inn. As the morning hours pressed on to lunchtime, the regular crowd began to shuffle in.

Pretty soon a low hum could be heard, as conversations began to sprout up about the room. As people began to take interest, the low hum escalated to a steady buz, that would occasionally grow to a roar as some disgruntled patron would shout about randomly, or stop completely, and silence would reign, while people drifted in and out of memories.

Occasionally someone would go off and get a drink, or a nice meal to ease their hunger, and yet, strangely, their coming and going would go unnoticed, jumping back in to conversations they had left, and yet they had missed none of in their brief absence.

For the most part, nobody paid attention to the doings of others. The only time anyone would notice such activity was when the person doing it made it known.

And this is how it had been for years, and the people were content, sharing their news and delighting in the company of others, enjoying the comfort and security that came with being in the small Inn.

But sadly, as all good times must end, so did this one, if only for a short while. One lovely spring day, when the whether was warming but not yet hot enough to let the fire die out, a strange man entered the Inn.

Let it be noted that the patrons of this fine Inn themselves are far from what most would consider normal, and delight in their weirdness, and would probably take offence if someone even hinted that they were “normal”. So for them to find someone strange, that person had to be really unique.

True, he was dressed very strangely, but it wasn’t his clothing that caught most peoples attention. It was his voice, his way of speaking, everything about the way he talked was odd.

He spoke each word as if it were a brand new sentence, pausing after it, and letting it hang in the air before speaking the next, like a complete thought that he wanted everyone to digest before he continued on. With such halting speach, it was a minute before he finished introducing himself, and the silent ripples of tension began to spread.

But he didn’t stop at simply introducing himself, no. He went further. He explained the way he spoke, and he said it with such arrogance and hostility, that it left no room for argument. It was his way or the high way. And naturally, that didn’t bode well with the regulars.

“I’m going to start tweaking if he keeps talking,” whispered the young barmaid.

“Me as well. Damn that’s annoying. Let’s have a lynching! It’s sure been awhile since the last,” piped up a young wolf near by.

“A lynching? What’s that? Can I eat it?”

“Kavon, I swear your stomach is an endless void.”

“Similar to your head ‘ey Ooky?” commented the owner with a grin.

A barely audible “bastard” escaped the lips of the agitated wolf, much to the delight of the others.

“If he had some boobies, his speech might have been tollerable. I need something to play with.” A gruffy voice floated accross the bar from near the fire. Smoke could be seen puffing out in rythmic waves, as the old dragon labored for breath.

A shadow flitted across the floor, and added in a raspy voice, “I say we hug him until he can no longer breathe.”

That brought a chuckle from the floor, helping to lighten the mood, but the group still wanted the new guy out.

In somewhat-related news, I got a new notebook and some nice new pens last night, so hopefully I’ll be able to do some ‘creative’ writing soon. If I come up with anything worthy of not being shredded up into little tiny pieces and burned into ash, I’ll consider blogging it. We’ll see >.>