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<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing even if she did. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to make sure of it. She let her consciousness trail down the path her emotions took, spiraling along miserably. She pretended she was in a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel, and there it was. The stream then became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, wandering along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. She paused her slow drifting and considered what she could do with this new information. After a time, the smoke swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It merely circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of... essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. It deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. The sound reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. She remembered winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of the abstract things they had always been before. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life, in a way.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements and her head hung lower than it should have at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered, 'could I create someone to play with?' For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it... but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date if she should need it. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash, twist, and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. She herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been... what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly to free her mind so she could think. Then, she was struck with a thought - she had been crafted from emotions; why shouldn't her partner? She imagined the balled up emotions drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs, and when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter; she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this substance that seemed so very fragile. Her mind seemed to reach out, guiding the smoky light back in towards itself. She seemed to be having little effect at first, but then it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first, then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except... where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and she reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting one another good-naturedly as each roughhoused with the other.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused their attentions on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about the chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, however, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle, and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and their twin purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. And so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and spontaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding into any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and the twins complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew the water in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had essentially become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing... because they were playing, however, they didn't think about what it was. <br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> The twins and the fish played together, the twins occasionally creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could add to their fun. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and returned to their Thaloc forms. They replicated their efforts underwater on the land, bringing life to it as well. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience this living and dying, this constant renewal, this fun, even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they let a part of themselves join mingle with their creations, then left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gift of life - and through life, death - to other planets. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6494 2008-02-29T21:29:12Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing even if she did. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to make sure of it. She let her consciousness trail down the path her emotions took, spiraling along miserably. She pretended she was in a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel, and there it was. The stream then became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, wandering along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. She paused her slow drifting and considered what she could do with this new information. After a time, the smoke swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It merely circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of... essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. It deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. The sound reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. She remembered winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of the abstract things they had always been before. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life, in a way.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements and her head hung lower than it should have at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered, 'could I create someone to play with?' For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it... but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date if she should need it. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash, twist, and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. She herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been... what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly to free her mind so she could think. Then, she was struck with a thought - she had been crafted from emotions; why shouldn't her partner? She imagined the balled up emotions drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs, and when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter; she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this substance that seemed so very fragile. Her mind seemed to reach out, guiding the smoky light back in towards itself. She seemed to be having little effect at first, but then it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first, then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except... where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and she reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting one another good-naturedly as each roughhoused with the other.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused their attentions on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about the chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, however, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle, and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and their twin purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. And so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and spontaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding into any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and the twins complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew the water in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had essentially become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing... because they were playing, however, they didn't think about what it was. <br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> The twins and the fish played together, the twins occasionally creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could add to their fun. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and returned to their Thaloc forms. They replicated their efforts underwater on the land, bringing life to it as well. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience this living and dying, this constant renewal, this fun, even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they let a part of themselves join mingle with their creations, then left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - to other planets. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6491 2008-02-29T07:05:40Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing even if she did. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to make sure of it. She let her consciousness trail down the path her emotions took, spiraling along miserably. She pretended she was in a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel, and there it was. The stream then became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, wandering along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. She paused her slow drifting and considered what she could do with this new information. After a time, the smoke swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It merely circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of... essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. It deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. The sound reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. She remembered winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of the abstract things they had always been before. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life, in a way.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements and her head hung lower than it should have at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered, 'could I create someone to play with?' For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it... but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date if she should need it. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash, twist, and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. She herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been... what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly to free her mind so she could think. Then, she was struck with a thought - she had been crafted from emotions; why shouldn't her partner? She imagined the balled up emotions drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs, and when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter; she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this substance that seemed so very fragile. Her mind seemed to reach out, guiding the smoky light back in towards itself. She seemed to be having little effect at first, but then it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first, then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except... where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and she reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting one another good-naturedly as each roughhoused with the other.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused their attentions on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about the chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, however, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle, and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and their twin purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. And so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and spontaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding into any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and the twins complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew the water in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had essentially become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing... because they were playing, however, they didn't think about what it was. <br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> The twins and the fish played together, the twins occasionally creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could add to their fun. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and returned to their Thaloc forms. They replicated their efforts underwater on the land, bringing life to it as well. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience this living and dying, this constant renewal, this fun, even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they let a part of themselves join mingle with their creations, then left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - to other planets. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6483 2008-02-29T00:29:19Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing even if she did. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to make sure of it. She let her consciousness trail down the path her emotions took, spiraling along miserably. She pretended she was in a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel, and there it was. The stream then became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, wandering along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. She paused her slow drifting and considered what she could do with this new information. After a time, the smoke swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It merely circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of... essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. It deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. The sound reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. She remembered winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of the abstract things they had always been before. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life, in a way.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements and her head hung lower than it should have at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered, 'could I create someone to play with?' For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it... but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date if she should need it. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash, twist, and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. She herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been... what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly to free her mind so she could think. Then, she was struck with a thought - she had been crafted from emotions; why shouldn't her partner? She imagined the balled up emotions drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs, and when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter; she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this substance that seemed so very fragile. Her mind seemed to reach out, guiding the smoky light back in towards itself. She seemed to be having little effect at first, but then it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first, then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except... where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and she reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting one another good-naturedly as each roughhoused with the other.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused their attentions on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about the chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, however, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle, and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and their twin purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. And so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and spontaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding into any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and the twins complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew the water in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had essentially become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing... because they were playing, however, they didn't think about what it was. <br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> The twins and the fish played together, the twins occasionally creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could add to their fun. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and returned to their Thaloc forms. They replicated their efforts underwater on the land, bringing life to it as well. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience this living and dying, this constant renewal, this fun, even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they let a part of themselves join mingle with their creations, then left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - to other planets. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6467 2008-02-28T11:28:56Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing even if she did. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. It deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. The sound reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements and head hung lower than it should have at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it... but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - to another spot in their universe. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6441 2008-02-28T05:13:16Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* The List */</p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[Unexpected_Shore|Unexpected Shore]] - another of [[User:Bryan|Bryan]]'s stories. Fairly long. Human to aquatic alien TF. Genre: Science Fiction.<br /> <br /> [[Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List 2008 entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put a comment about it on the discussion page.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6440 2008-02-28T05:12:33Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[Unexpected_Shore|Unexpected Shore]] - another of [[User:Bryan|Bryan]]'s stories. Fairly long. Human to aquatic alien TF. Genre: Science Fiction.<br /> <br /> [[Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List 2008 entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put a comment about it in the discussion page.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6439 2008-02-28T05:10:05Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Links */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories containing TF floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I've only written two stories to date (one short, one medium-sized) and one poem. <br /> <br /> I've written a few other stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I've only written two stories and a poem, and only one of them has been uploaded. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' or 'H'mm, I kind of like the story, maybe I'll upload it' kind of deal, rather than an 'oh, I must write more TF and post it!' thing.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;Internal&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All the things that I would prefer others not to edit are prefixed with a star, while those I would like or don't mind others editing aren't. (Note to self: The links are different.)&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Stories]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs|Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Status: Uploaded, editing welcome, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Other]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *[[Chaos' Story List]] - A short listing of the stories I've found interesting. Status: Modifying, currently looking for stories I like, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;External&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;references /&gt;<br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6438 2008-02-28T05:03:17Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories containing TF floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I've only written two stories to date (one short, one medium-sized) and one poem. <br /> <br /> I've written a few other stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I've only written two stories and a poem, and only one of them has been uploaded. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' or 'H'mm, I kind of like the story, maybe I'll upload it' kind of deal, rather than an 'oh, I must write more TF and post it!' thing.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;Internal&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All the things that would prefer others not to edit are prefixed with a star, while those I would like or don't mind others editing aren't. (Note to self: The links are different.)&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Stories]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Status: Uploaded, editing welcome, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Other]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A short listing of the stories I've found interesting. Status: Modifying, currently looking for stories I like, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;External&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;references /&gt;<br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6437 2008-02-28T05:00:57Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Buck said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Heh. Honestly, Escape and A Kind of Paradise are not that long. They're short stories. If you want long, check out [[Colony]] or the unfinished [[User:JonBuck/Forgotten Hotel|Forgotten Hotel]]. <br /> <br /> --[[User:JonBuck|Buck]] 18:52, 25 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :'''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' You might have a point; 'fairly long' is, of course, fairly subjective, though. ^^<br /> <br /> :I'm not certain how I want to format the list when it's done, beyond the genral look and feel of Bryan's Pick, but I'm leaning heavily towards including icons or such for the story length. Because things such as 'fairly long' are subjective, I think I'm probably going to base it on word length rather than how long it takes me to read through the story. Thanks for pointing this out! :)<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 23:41, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)<br /> <br /> :::--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 01:46, 24 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6435 2008-02-28T04:41:40Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: Comment provided by Chaos Jaguar - via ArticleComments extension</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> Heh. Honestly, Escape and A Kind of Paradise are not that long. They're short stories. If you want long, check out [[Colony]] or the unfinished [[User:JonBuck/Forgotten Hotel|Forgotten Hotel]]. --[[User:JonBuck|Buck]] 18:52, 25 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)<br /> <br /> :::--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 01:46, 24 February 2008 (EST)<br /> == Chaos Jaguar said ... ==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> You might have a point; 'fairly long' is, of course, fairly subjective, though. ^^<br /> <br /> I'm not certain how I want to format the list when it's done, beyond the genral look and feel of Bryan's Pick, but I'm leaning heavily towards including icons or such for the story length. Because things such as 'fairly long' are subjective, I think I'm probably going to base it on word length rather than how long it takes me to read through the story. Thanks for pointing this out! :)<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 23:41, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6431 2008-02-28T04:34:32Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories containing TF floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I've only written two stories to date (one short, one medium-sized) and one poem. <br /> <br /> I've written a few other stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I've only written two stories and a poem, and only one of them has been uploaded. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' or 'H'mm, I kind of like the story, maybe I'll upload it' kind of deal, rather than an 'oh, I must write more TF and post it!' thing.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;Internal&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All the things that I would like or don't mind others editing are prefixed with 'User: Chaos Jaguar/' in the link, while all of the things that I would like not to be edited don't have this prefix.&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Stories]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Status: Uploaded, editing welcome, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Other]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A short listing of the stories I've found interesting. Status: Modifying, currently looking for stories I like, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> '''&lt;u&gt;External&lt;/u&gt;''' &lt;ref&gt;All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.&lt;/ref&gt;<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;references /&gt;<br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6429 2008-02-28T04:17:34Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> :And, thank you for the welcome. :)<br /> <br /> :[Edited] I can't delete the page (not an administrator, lol). Would you please delete it for me? This shouldn't happen again, because I usually copy/paste the format for new links (I just flaked out for a moment, in this case). I'll also probably put a note on my author page to remind myself of it in the future, in case I forget.<br /> <br /> ::There, deleted. For future reference in order to redirect a page all you have to do is replace the page's contents with &lt;nowiki&gt;&quot;#REDIRECT [[Title to redirect to]]&quot;&lt;/nowiki&gt;. It's not any trouble for me to do this sort of thing, though, so never hesitate to ask. You can do it on an administrator's user talk page, or simply stick the &lt;nowiki&gt;{{request deletion}}&lt;/nowiki&gt; template on the page in question.<br /> <br /> :: Just in case you were wondering, BTW, I'm paying attention to your favorites list page as well and once it's got a few more stories listed I'll add it in with the other favorites lists on the main page. Let me know if you want any help with that, too. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 22:32, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::: Thanks for deleting the page. :) Thanks, too, for telling me how to redirect - I'm looking through the MeidaWiki Handbook off and on, but I haven't gotten that far into it yet. And I'll work on asking for help when I need it. ;)<br /> <br /> ::: I was wondering, but I figured it was something like that, considering there's not many stories at all on it. And I don't think I need any help with it at the moment, just have to look through the stories and start reading. ^^ Which also reminds me: I'm assuming, if I put the 'user:username/' prefix before the name of the page, it automatically makes it so that the page can't be edited by anyone else other than me and the admins?</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6428 2008-02-28T04:17:00Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> :And, thank you for the welcome. :)<br /> <br /> :[Edited] I can't delete the page (not an administrator, lol). Would you please delete it for me? This shouldn't happen again, because I usually copy/paste the format for new links (I just flaked out for a moment, in this case). I'll also probably put a note on my author page to remind myself of it in the future, in case I forget.<br /> <br /> ::There, deleted. For future reference in order to redirect a page all you have to do is replace the page's contents with &lt;nowiki&gt;&quot;#REDIRECT [[Title to redirect to]]&quot;&lt;/nowiki&gt;. It's not any trouble for me to do this sort of thing, though, so never hesitate to ask. You can do it on an administrator's user talk page, or simply stick the &lt;nowiki&gt;{{request deletion}}&lt;/nowiki&gt; template on the page in question.<br /> <br /> :: Just in case you were wondering, BTW, I'm paying attention to your favorites list page as well and once it's got a few more stories listed I'll add it in with the other favorites lists on the main page. Let me know if you want any help with that, too. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 22:32, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::: Thanks for deleting the page. :) Thanks, too, for telling me how to redirect - I'm looking through the MeidaWiki Handbook off and on, but I haven't gotten that far into it yet. And I'll work on asking for help when I need it. ;)<br /> <br /> ::: I was wondering, but I figured it was something like that, considering there's not many stories at all on it. And I don't think I need any help with it at the moment, just have to look through the story lists and start reading. ^^ Which also reminds me: I'm assuming, if I put the 'user:username/' prefix before the name of the page, it automatically makes it so that the page can't be edited by anyone else other than me and the admins?</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6427 2008-02-28T03:47:03Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Internal */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories containing TF floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I've only written two stories to date (one short, one medium-sized) and one poem. <br /> <br /> I've written a few other stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I've only written two stories and a poem, and only one of them has been uploaded. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' or 'H'mm, I kind of like the story, maybe I'll upload it' kind of deal, rather than an 'oh, I must write more TF and post it!' thing.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Stories]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Status: Uploaded, editing welcome, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Other]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A short listing of the stories I've found interesting. Status: Uploaded, currently looking for more stories that I like, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note: All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.'''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6426 2008-02-28T03:39:11Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* The List */</p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[Unexpected_Shore|Unexpected Shore]] - another of [[User:Bryan|Bryan]]'s stories. Fairly long. Human to aquatic alien TF. Genre: Science Fiction.<br /> <br /> [[Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List 2008 entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put it in the comment section.<br /> <br /> &lt;comments /&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6424 2008-02-28T03:28:09Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> :And, thank you for the welcome. :)<br /> <br /> :[Edited] I can't delete the page (not an administrator, lol). Would you please delete it for me? This shouldn't happen again, because I usually copy/paste the format for new links (I just flaked out for a moment, in this case). I'll also probably put a note on my author page to remind myself of it in the future, in case I forget.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6422 2008-02-28T03:22:11Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> :And, thank you for the welcome. :)<br /> <br /> :[Edited] I can't delete the page (not an administrator, lol). Would you please delete it for me? This shouldn't happen again, because I usually copy/paste the format for new links. I'll also probably put a note on my author page to remind myself of it in the future, in case I forget.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6421 2008-02-28T03:10:17Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> :And, thank you for the welcome. :)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6420 2008-02-28T03:09:56Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that. I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, yes, I'd appreciate that. :) I'm not exactly sure how to redirect something, or delete my own pages if necessary (like in this case).<br /> <br /> And, thank you. :)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6419 2008-02-28T03:07:50Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... sorry about that I didn't think about the 'move' option when I made the new one. But, *nods* I'd appreciate that. :) Will moving the other page to the main one effectively delete/redirect it?</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User_talk:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6418 2008-02-28T03:02:45Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>Hi! I notice you've created two copies of Twin Thalocs, one at [[Twin Thalocs]] and one at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]]. Since it's got an &quot;editing requested&quot; tag on it and the version at [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs]] can only be edited by you or by admins, I'm assuming [[Twin Thalocs]] is the main copy? If so, I can redirect the other title over to that one to reduce redundancy.<br /> <br /> Also, welcome aboard Shifti, since it hasn't been said yet. Let me know if there's anything you'd like any assistance or advice with. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 21:52, 27 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :Oh! I forgot I needed to figure out how to delete the other page... lol, sorry about that. But, *nods* I'd appreciate that. :) Will moving the other page to the main one effectively delete/redirect it?</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6417 2008-02-28T02:59:36Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> {{byline|user=Chaos Jaguar|author=Chaos Jaguar}}<br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly... or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing, either. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. The trilling deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. It reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she also recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements, head hung lower than it should have been at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it. but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - elsewhere. They were born, they lived, and they died... but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6413 2008-02-28T02:37:12Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> <br /> By: [[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly. Or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing, either. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. The trilling deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. It reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she also recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements, head hung lower than it should have been at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it. but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - elsewhere. They were born, and they died; but their essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6412 2008-02-28T02:35:59Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories containing TF floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I've only written two stories to date (one short, one medium-sized) and one poem. <br /> <br /> I've written a few other stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I've only written two stories and a poem, and only one of them has been uploaded. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' or 'H'mm, I kind of like the story, maybe I'll upload it' kind of deal, rather than an 'oh, I must write more TF and post it!' thing.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Stories]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Status: Uploaded, editing welcome, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; [Other]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A short listing of the stories I've found interesting. Status: Uploaded, comments welcome on the discussion page.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note: All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.'''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6411 2008-02-28T02:27:57Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> <br /> By: [[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly. Or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing, either. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. The trilling deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. It reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she also recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements, head hung lower than it should have been at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it. but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - elsewhere. They were born, and they died, but the essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6410 2008-02-28T02:26:14Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> <br /> By: [[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> <br /> She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly. or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing, either. <br /> <br /> She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. The trilling deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. It reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she also recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements, head hung lower than it should have been at a time like this.<br /> <br /> She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it. but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - elsewhere. They were born, and they died, but the essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Twin_Thalocs&diff=6409 2008-02-28T02:24:34Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: New page: Category:Story {{editing requested}} By: Chaos Jaguar &amp;nbsp; She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly. or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been...</p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Story]]<br /> {{editing requested}}<br /> <br /> By: [[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]]<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She cried out wordlessly, soundlessly. or at least, she thought she did. Her hearing had long been lost; her sight had been taken from her, she could smell nothing, and even her sense of touch had faded away. Although she had no food in her mouth - if she still possessed such a thing - she was relatively sure that she would taste nothing, either. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She didn't know if she'd even been a `she.' She couldn't remember, she had been in this place (whatever it was) for so long. She thought she was a female, but had none of the memories to back the thought up, couldn't touch herself to check, couldn't really tell if she thought she was female simply because she didn't know what she was and she couldn't exist in this state of mind if she wasn't sure of something, anything. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Her emotions, the only things that counted as feelings, now that she couldn't feel any physical sensations, spiraled outwards and downwards. She could have sworn that they were a soft grayish blue in color, but she had neither the eyes nor the memory to check on it. She trailed her consciousness down them, spiraling along miserably, pretending it was a stream winding down a curvy stream-bed, rapids boiling at the point where anger pointed up through the overwhelming despair she was beginning to feel. The stream became wisps of smoke pouring up from the streambed, trailing along aimlessly, without purpose, simply drifting in the winding blackness that was her mental scenery.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; With a jolt, she recalled the rocks. The stream. She remembered that even know, she was a smoky substance floating in this new `here' that she had been trapped in (although she had no recollection of being trapped, just a vague sense that she had been here an eternity).<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She didn't need to see with her eyes, she didn't need a body, she had everything she needed right here! The smoke lightened from darkest gray to an almost white, laughter bubbling along the edges of the smoke. It swirled inwards, collapsing in on itself and outlining what was to be her new body.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She thought - remembered? - that she had always been fascinated with animals. She had utter control over her form here in this mindscape that had become her new life; perhaps she should be one of the creatures she was so fond of? Abruptly, the smoke billowed outwards again, but it didn't spread out the way it had before. It circled around itself, chasing itself, forming itself into a sphere-like shape. A moving bubble of. essence. With a start, she realized that she had been thinking too small again - she could literally be whatever she wanted. The trilling sound of joy that was also pure innocence drifted through the place, assuring her that she was still capable of hearing. The trilling deepened into a light rumble, setting the smoke to vibrating lightly. It reminded her slightly of a cat's purr, which called to mind a fairy tale that she had heard somewhere before. Winged kittens, given the power to speak with angels or demons. Vaguely, she also recalled that they were also associated with death, and this troubled her briefly; she wanted nothing to do with death, for she was bringing herself new life. The smoke darkened just a bit.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She turned this new thought over; it was a pearl drifting from one fleck of smoke to another, tossed gently, roughly, from one seam to another. What was life without death? She knew that all things had a cycle, and that cycle both ended and began at death. She had, in a sense, already experienced that death, she supposed - certainly being trapped inside her thoughts with nothing but the empty blackness that surrounded her even now counted as a form of death? She had almost lost herself, spread thin through the atmosphere - or non-atmosphere - of this existence. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; But she had come back, like the phoenix of legend. She had been reborn, in a sense. Her feelings had become concrete, instead of abstract. She had crafted from them first a stream, then rocks, then smoke. She had given herself life.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Thaloc it was then, for now if nothing else. After all, she had no reason to hold the form if she tired of playing in it! The smoke whirled faster, tightening in on itself once more. First it was a vague outline, nothing discernable from its form. Then the suggestion of wings and paws appeared, head piecing itself together out of thin air. Fur rippled over the form, starting at the snout and working its way backwards as the form behind it solidified. The wings stretched up, out, snapping in the air as they struggled to get physical feeling. The tail - her tail! - weaved back and forth, and suddenly she was looking into darkness from eyes that could see through infinity. She grinned to herself, though it shouldn't have been possible. Her captors had certainly not intended for this to happen, surely! Her feline lips stretched up and back, a mockery of anything humanity would recognize. She delighted in the feeling of muscle movements after so long without them, delighted in the way her new body curved beautifully and agilely through the blackness, blending in perfectly. The pearly white of her wings gave off an eerie, ghostly glow as she twisted her head to examine them more closely. Twice the length of her body, they were detailed beyond belief, the barb of each feather perfectly crafted and joined with the shaft effortlessly. The feathers themselves seemed to be liquid, the way they bent and shifted with each wing beat. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Her ears flicked from one side to the other, searching for a playmate to share her joy with. There was no one, and for a moment her tail stopped its movements, head hung lower than it should have been at a time like this.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She wondered if she could create someone to play with? For a moment, she doubted herself, doubted this new land that she was making. Her form seemed to waver, and she almost lost contact with it. but she refused to go back to that horrible nothingness, would not be locked away inside her own mind again. She solidified, wings glowing more luminescent than ever. Her eyes took on a spark of defiance, radiating light as well. She stomped her paws and hissed - she had come back, she was here, she would not let it be taken away!<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; She turned her attentions to the task at hand, putting the anger aside for use at a later date. What form should her playmate take? She wanted someone who could fly as well as she - it would be no fun, otherwise. She wanted someone as agile, as graceful, as lithe as her as well; what fun would it be to dash twist and wind through this place if her companion couldn't keep up? Her lips pulled back in another smile - fellow Thaloc it would be, then. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered just how she was to accomplish this task. she herself had come from something, smoke that had been a stream that was also rocks, that had been. what? She tried to remember. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Emotions. Her tail twitched faster, anxiety and curiosity entwined throughout her being with a thousand other things that she couldn't name. She tilted her head the other way, desire burning inside of her. She wanted this, but she was afraid of it - the intenseness of her feelings seemed near ready to tear her in two. She collapsed all of her feelings into a ball inside of her, centered deep in her belly. She imagined them drifting up through her abdomen and entering her lungs; when she thought that they were all there, she breathed out, once, sharply. Light poured from her mouth, smoke billowed up from the edges of it. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Spreading out, the light and smoke seemed unsure for a moment of what its purpose was, like it was simply going to dissipate into nothingness as she had almost done. Had she been light, too? She couldn't remember. No matter, she willed the smoke to join in on itself, willed the light to pull itself together. She let her mind call to this smoky light that seemed so very fragile. Her emotions seemed to reach out, guiding the substance towards itself. Then suddenly, it seemed to get the idea and swirled inwards, slowly at first then more swiftly. As she herself had done, the smoke and light formed into a sphere at first, then coalesced into a Thaloc as well. Except, where her fur was black, this one's was white; where her wings were light, this one's was dark. It studied her for a moment, eyes boring into her own. She could sense it reaching out to her mentally, and reached for it as well.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Twin viewpoints, alternating, blending, merging, they were one and yet two -<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Amber eyes, silver eyes -<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Black fur, white fur -<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; And then she was two, not one, again. There remained the connection, though, and should she reach for it, it would be there. She grinned and started purr-laughing then, the sound rumbling around them, and lowered her head playfully. Her twin grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes as he tackled her. They rolled through the nothingness, paws swiping at each other with claws pulled in, biting each other good-naturedly as they roughhoused with one another.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; For a time, there was just the chase, the hunt, the capture, cycling over and over again. Then almost simultaneously, they looked at one another and knew that they wanted more. Settling themselves comfortably in the blackness, they looked around. Where to begin? What to create first?<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Tilting their heads, they looked at one another. They remembered an old creation myth from sometime before - &quot;Let there be light.&quot; It seemed a good a place as any to start, and so they focused on a place some distance away. They remembered the sun, though they didn't need to worry about they chemistry or makeup of it, here. They set the rules - it would be self-sustaining for so long, then it would enter its death phase, as all things must - and let their will do the rest. The focus of their eyes seemed to start a fire, fierce and bright, and it swelled outwards. They should have been burned by the ferociousness of it, but they were the ones making the laws for this place, and simply bent their essences out of the way of danger. They strolled among the fire for a while, judging if it was good enough, stable enough to last long enough to become the basis for life. It was.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; For life to exist, it had to have a place to stay and grow; and so they formed a planet for this life to thrive on. Molten rock bubbled up from nowhere, the edges of it solidifying as it came into contact with reality. The surface churned, spewed up pieces of the core, only to have the bottom layer dissolve into the core again. As all things, it was a cycle; and eventually it stabilized. They looked at one another, satisfaction glowing within them. They flew closer to examine their new planet, and two purr-rumbles echoed around it, the sound solidifying into the air that would support and shield the life that was to come as it flowed over the ground effortlessly.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Their task was not done yet, however - there was still no life. and so they lighted upon the planet's surface, their paws causing greenery to sprout wherever they touched. They laughed again, and simultaneously sprang towards one another. Why shouldn't the creation of life be fun? Again, they wrestled; again, they played with one another. Every high place was covered with grass; where there was a natural hollow in the ground, there was none. They leaped from high place to high place, occasionally lifting themselves into the air and letting the wind stream through their feathers simply for the joy of flying. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; They looked down, and saw that some of the plants - those first created - weren't doing well at all. Momentarily puzzled, they remembered that they had forgotten to create water. Grinning at one another - they had realized their error in time, after all - they flew down to the hollows and breathed on them, their breath combining and forming into the water that was just as important as everything else in sustaining and creating new life. The water poured from them in great torrents, splashing about as it reached up towards the high places, trying to touch the greenery that was so lush and seemed so happy.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; They blinked at one another. Water had feelings? Of course, they agreed at the same time. It came from them, after all! Everything they had created so far had feelings, in one sense or another. Grinning again, they dove in. The water welcomed them, sliding in any nook and crevice it could find, covering every inch of them and hugging them close. It begged them to be given the pleasure of supporting life as the air had been given and they complied. Their lungs - gills now - drew it in to absorb the oxygen and pushed it out to expel the carbon dioxide. Their paws became fins, their wings much larger fins. A dorsal fin grew up on their backs, following along it until it reached the ends of their tails, where it tapered off. In addition, their torsos elongated and narrowed, enabling them to cut through the water as supply as they had flown through the air. They had become the water dragons of ancient lore, and wherever they swam, miniature plant life - phytoplankton as they remembered it was called - sprang up in their wake. The water seemed to thank them, but even as they continued playing, they sensed that something was still missing.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; After a time, they remembered that the plants, although life, were not the life they had wanted so badly. The plants could not swim with them, could not move on their own. And so they paused, and summoned from their memory the image of flashing scales and quick, darting movements. Fish appeared around them, dashing among themselves and their creators. It became a game, seeing who was more agile. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; They played, creating other species and creatures who all had a place in the cycle and could play with them. They created coral and seaweed, both of which would help stabilize their creations' environment. Through it all, there was the background of the water's emotions, laughing when they laughed. <br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Time passed. They took to the air again, leaving the water sorrowful that it could not be with them forever, and replicated their efforts on the land. Creatures great and small joined them in play, feeding when they were hungry and dying to give new life. The cycle had established itself, and they were happy. It was time to move on, time to create more life elsewhere. but they wanted to be a part of this always.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; And so they began wondering how they could experience it even after they had gone elsewhere to create different forms of life that wouldn't damage the fragile ecosystem they had set up here. Looking around them, they realized that they were already a part of it - each thing had come from them, each creation was gifted with their own essence. All they had to do was open themselves to that connection, as they had opened themselves to each other at the beginning.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; Laughing, they left the planet to play elsewhere, to bring the gifts of life - and through life, death - elsewhere. They were born, and they died, but the essence never changed as they repeated this cycle over millennia.</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6408 2008-02-28T02:24:02Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Internal */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Currently being uploaded.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note: All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.'''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6406 2008-02-28T02:16:59Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Links */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[User:Chaos Jaguar/Twin Thalocs|Twin Thalocs]] - My second written story containing TF. Currently being uploaded.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note: All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.'''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6362 2008-02-25T23:22:24Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* The List */</p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[Unexpected_Shore]] - another of [[User:Bryan|Bryan]]'s stories. Fairly long. Human to aquatic alien TF. Genre: Science Fiction.<br /> <br /> [[Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List 2008 entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put it in the comment section.<br /> <br /> &lt;comments /&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6359 2008-02-25T22:57:56Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* The List */</p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put it in the comment section.<br /> <br /> &lt;comments /&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6358 2008-02-25T22:57:18Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* The List */</p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[User:JonBuck/Escape]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List entrant. Human to Deer TF, male to female TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put it in the comment section.<br /> <br /> &lt;comments /&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6357 2008-02-25T22:37:20Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>==The List==<br /> <br /> This list is currently being populated. Below are the ones I've liked so far, with my comments on them. <br /> <br /> [[User:Erastus/The Effect of Spotted Clothes|The Effect of Spotted Clothes]] - a fairly long story, good history, well-written. Human to Dog TF. Genre: Romance.<br /> <br /> [[User:Rabbit/Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?|Who Shall Mourn the Dandelions?]] - short story, but good. End-of-Earth scenario, no TF. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] wrote a sequel called [[Fertile Ground]] that includes a form of TF (human to insect-like species). Both are in the Science Fiction genre.<br /> <br /> [[User:JonBuck/A_Kind_of_Paradise|A Kind of Paradise]] - another fairly long story, well-written, an Ursa Major Recommended Reading List entrant. Human to Deer TF. Genre: General Fiction.<br /> <br /> '''Note''': I hope to eventually model this section after [[Bryan's picks]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> I ask that if you have a story you would like me to read for possible inclusion on this page, you put it in the comment section.<br /> <br /> &lt;comments /&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6316 2008-02-24T06:49:51Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Bryan said... */</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)<br /> <br /> :::--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 01:46, 24 February 2008 (EST)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6315 2008-02-24T06:47:55Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Bryan said... */</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)<br /> <br /> ::--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 01:46, 24 February 2008 (EST)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6314 2008-02-24T06:47:20Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Chaos Jaguar said ... */</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6313 2008-02-24T06:46:56Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: Comment provided by Chaos Jaguar - via ArticleComments extension</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)<br /> == Chaos Jaguar said ... ==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> a<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 01:46, 24 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6312 2008-02-24T06:46:27Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Bryan said... */</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> ::Nah, I'm fine with answering questions. :) If Shifti's help files aren't complete enough, we're running a fairly standard MediaWiki wiki so the help files from [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing meta wiki] might also be good to look at. I imported some of the basics here but didn't get too in-depth. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 00:03, 23 February 2008 (EST)<br /> <br /> :: '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. ;) And I haven't really tried looking for something yet that wasn't covered, it's the general technicality of it that throws me off. I have that problem a lot, though, so I'm mostly used to it. And thanks for the link, I'll probably end up needing it at some point. :)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6275 2008-02-23T04:04:15Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* External */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note: All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.'''&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6274 2008-02-23T04:03:26Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* External */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &lt;center&gt;'''Note:''' All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.&lt;/center&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6273 2008-02-23T04:03:04Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* External */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> '''Note:''' All three sites mentioned in this section link to the home page of the respective site.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6270 2008-02-23T02:53:52Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Intro */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/929717/ FurAffinity].<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. This links to the home page of FurAffinity. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6269 2008-02-23T02:48:30Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at FurAffinity (Link to come soon, but unfortunately, FA's down at the moment, so I can't retrieve it).<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp; I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. This links to the home page of FurAffinity. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Chaos_Jaguar&diff=6268 2008-02-23T02:44:53Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Internal */</p> <hr /> <div>=Chaos Jaguar=<br /> ==Intro==<br /> I'm really new to Shifti, fairly new to the furry fandom, only slightly less new to the TF fandom. I love transformations of any kind, and have a fair few stories floating around in my head... but unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them. I've written a couple of stories (most short), but I deal mainly in poetry and the like. You can find an example of my stories at [http://www.furrag.com/viewstory.php?sid=437 FurRag], and an example of my poetry at FurAffinity (Link to come soon, but unfortunately, FA's down at the moment, so I can't retrieve it).<br /> <br /> Like I said before, I doubt I'll write the stories that I've thought of, but if I ever do, I'll post them. This will probably be more of an 'oh, I like that story and am going to bookmark it on my profile or with an article' sort of deal.<br /> <br /> ==Links==<br /> <br /> I have a few links and sites that I've bookmarked for one reason or another. Below is a list of links to these pages.<br /> <br /> ===Internal===<br /> <br /> [[Chaos' Story List]] - A listing of the stories I've found interesting. Currently links to three stories.<br /> <br /> ===External===<br /> <br /> [http://www.FurAffinity.net FurAffinity] - this was mentioned in the intro. This links to the home page of FurAffinity. It features art of both pictorial nature and literary nature, but leans heavily towards works of a pictorial nature. Includes a forum, and is furry-based.<br /> <br /> [http://www.yiffstar.com YiffStar] - primarily focuses on art of a literary nature, but is shifting to both pictorial and literary works. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> [http://www.furrag.com FurRag] - also mentioned in the intro, also links to the home page. Features art of a literary nature, and includes a forum. Furry-based.<br /> <br /> [[Category:Author]]<br /> {{DEFAULTSORT:Chaos Jaguar}}</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6267 2008-02-23T02:43:27Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> : '''Chaos Jaguar replied:''' Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> : &amp;nbsp; I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> :--[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6266 2008-02-23T02:35:05Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;comments /&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Bryan said...==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. <br /> <br /> --[[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Chaos Jaguar replied:==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6265 2008-02-23T02:29:11Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Chaos Jaguar said ... */</p> <hr /> <div>Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> == Chaos Jaguar replied: ==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6264 2008-02-23T02:28:44Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: /* Chaos Jaguar said ... */</p> <hr /> <div>Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> == Chaos Jaguar said ... ==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. Bryan 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> [edit] Chaos Jaguar replied:<br /> <br /> Thanks. :) I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I borrowed... err, took... your design. <br /> <br /> I'm likely going to have a lot of questions, especially since I'm new to wiki. Hopefully I'll be able to understand most of the help files, though, and won't have to bug you that often - I have the feeling it could be slightly annoying, lol.<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

Chaos Jaguar https://shifti.org/index.php?title=Talk:Chaos%27_Story_List&diff=6263 2008-02-23T02:22:49Z

<p>Chaos Jaguar: Comment provided by Chaos Jaguar - via ArticleComments extension</p> <hr /> <div>Cool, another story list. :) Feel free to rip off design elements from mine, and if you want suggestions or tips on how to format stuff just ask. I'm pretty experienced with wiki formatting and templates and such. [[User:Bryan|Bryan]] 19:56, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> == Chaos Jaguar said ... ==<br /> <br /> &lt;div class='commentBlock'&gt;<br /> Testing.<br /> <br /> --[[User:Chaos Jaguar|Chaos Jaguar]] 21:22, 22 February 2008 (EST)<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

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