Bryan: fix some inadvertant indents

2008-06-05T18:09:07Z

fix some inadvertant indents

Eirik at 19:33, 12 September 2007

2007-09-12T19:33:37Z

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	never having noticed him.		never having noticed him.

	George returned the next day, and the next. For some		George returned the next day, and the next. For some
	reason, she kept coming back to this clearing, this meadow.		reason, she kept coming back to this clearing, this meadow.
	George took his place behind the rock and watched, falling		George took his place behind the rock and watched, falling

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The damage wasn't nearly what George expected. The sudden
hailstorm this morning before had been brief, but furious.
He'd expected to see something more like destruction in the
woods behind the house, but to his surprise there wasn't
much to see. Beyond the regular leaf litter and a few
freshly broken branches it was pretty much as he usually
found it.

George wasn't interested in the woods, though.

He wandered further down the trail and turned at a familiar
rock. He walked a good half mile until he saw the
clearing. He almost snuck up on it, tiptoeing though the
leaf litter. He pushed a couple of small branches off the
trail with his foot and leaned across a lichen covered
boulder. He closed his eyes took a deep breath, afraid of
what he'd see.

He prayed it was what he'd seen so many times before since
that fateful morning last spring. He'd wandered quietly
off the trail following some raccoon tracks and kept going
when they ended at the thick underbrush. He'd stopped to
rest at this boulder when he'd seen ''her.'' He would never,
could never forget that moment when he'd laid eyes for the
first time on a real fairy.

The tiny, winged creature was beautiful, so beautiful. If
she had simply been human sized she could have led any man
around by the nose. George watched her flit around the
clearing from flower to flower in the sunlight, looking for
all the world like a bee pollinating each plant. He
watched the sun glint off those translucent wings for hours
before darkness fell and she flitted off into the night,
never having noticed him.

George returned the next day, and the next. For some
reason, she kept coming back to this clearing, this meadow.
George took his place behind the rock and watched, falling
in love with the creature he couldn't have, a creature he
was far too scared to try and contact even if she was only
a few feet away. He liked to think that she knew he was
there, indeed if he could see her there seemed little doubt
she could see ''him'', but she never tried to come closer
that a few feet, and always maintained the fiction that
they were no where near each other.

It was the small sob that caught his attention.

The sound was so small and delicate, but filled with
sadness. George felt his heart sink as he looked over the
edge of the boulder. She was indeed sitting there, sobbing
into her hands. His nervousness faded ever so slightly,
"Are you okay?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

She looked up and wiped a tear away. There was no hint of
surprise in her expression, "No, I'm hurt," she said sadly.

George looked at her dumbly, "Anything I can do to help?"

She thought a little, her expression brightening and her
apparent pain fading, "Maybe. My name is Fa," she reached
a hand up and after a moment, George lowered his own. She
gripped his index finger and mimicked a shake, "Nice to
meet you."

George was stunned, unsure what to say now. He'd never
really expected to talk to her, much less find out she had
a name and much, ''much'' less to find her so polite.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "Why are you crying?"

She reached a shapely hand and pushed on her left wing, the
lower part of it was damaged badly. "This. I was hit with
a hailstone and my wing is hurt!" She sobbed, "I'm not
sure how I'll get home now! It's so far on foot, and so
many things would try and eat me if they could."

He was a little surprised by that, even if that had been
his main concern George didn't think that a fairy ''could''
be hurt. "Can I get you home?"

She looked at him and smiled, her tiny face glowing
radiantly now, "Oh! You can! You can!" Her useless wings
fluttered a little, throwing her off to one side, "Ow!"
George lowered his hand and she gratefully stepped onto it.
"You are a sweet man, for a human," she said with a smile.

George got his first close look at Fa. She was stunning,
absolutely stunning. Her proportions were perfect, her
skin looked smooth and unblemished. If she was just the
size of a human, she would be far out of Georges league.
"Where can I take you?" he asked breathlessly, hoping she'd
want to go to ''his'' home.

She motioned toward the woods. "Go that way, I'll tell you
when you're close." Fa seemed to read his thoughts and
leaned seductively against his thumb, "Lean over here," she
said. When he did, she kissed him on the tip of the nose,
"that's for helping me."

Georges mind was still reeling a little from the situation.
He was holding a fairy of all things! No one would ever
believe this! Given that she was hurt, he suddenly
realized that he probably could take her to his home, keep
her forever as his own. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself
to seriously think that way. She was ''so'' beautiful that
to keep her in some kind of cage felt horribly wrong.
Somewhat reluctantly, he started walking where she had
pointed. "You live in the woods?" he asked.

She laughed, a sound like the ringing of perfect crystal,
"Not in woods like you know, but something like that." She
sat cross-legged in his palm and looked up at him, "My
people live in another realm, something like your world but
more perfect. It's a land of pure beauty and enchantment."

He looked away from her only long enough to step over a
log, "Then why do you come here?" he asked, barely omitting
the word ''everyday''.

She smiled, "Your world isn't as enchanting, but it's just
as fascinating, and there are things here that we don't
have in my world. For some reason, dandelions just don't
grow there." She shrugged, "All of my people come here
from time to time, even if this world is darker than my
own."

"So your world is a place of pure light or something?" he
asked.

She laughed again, and George felt his heart leap. It was
a sound that he couldn't get enough of, "Of course not,"
she said as she leaned back a little and stroked one of his
fingers, "There are some things that are just no fun in the
light."

His heart was going a mile a minute, he felt his lust
growing, "I...I..." he stammered then stopped.

She smiled again and rolled over in his hand, giving him a
view of her perfect body from behind. "It's right over
there," she said pointing at a large pine tree.

George walked over and knelt by the base of the tree.
"This is it?" he asked.

Fa pointed at a pile of rocks, "Brush away those leaves."

He did, revealing a small hole that seemed to stretch on to
infinity, lined by rocks. "This is it?" he repeated a bit
more loudly. Somehow, he'd been expecting more.

"The links between our worlds are small," she explained,
"Otherwise we'd have humans coming there all the time."

"All the time," he repeated, "You mean people go there?" he
asked feeling hopeful.

"Once in a while," she said with a smile, "when they do
something that makes one of us pleased with them." She
looked at him coyly, "You have feelings for me, don't you?"
she asked. "Don't lie, I've seen you behind that boulder
since the first day."

George turned bright red with embarrassment, "No! I...!
I...!" He stammered and shuddered. He felt like he wanted
to die. "I'm sorry! But you're so beautiful! I had to see
you whenever I could!" His ears burned, "I always wanted
to say something, but couldn't."

Fa didn't laugh, but climbed quickly up his arm to his
shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry," she
said sweetly and seductively, "I'm used to it." She tugged
gently on his ear and whispered, "I like it, in fact. Why
do you think I come here? If I'd minded, I'd have taken
care of the problem on the first day." She laughed again,
"I've done it before, to men that have gone beyond
watching."

He turned to look at her, tears of shame in his eyes. He
felt horrible for what he'd been doing for so many months,
"You're so beautiful," he repeated, "You're the most
beautiful woman I've seen in my life."

She smiled as if she already knew that, "I am flattered, of
course. I'd even take you with me if I could," she said.
Then she motioned toward the entrance, "You can see that
you won't fit through the gateway."

"How did others make it though?" he asked, "You said that
there were others."

"It's a simple matter, really," she said. "I just make a
few adjustments, a little change in your bones, a little
fur..."

"Fur?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"In my world, the powers of my people are nearly absolute.
I could make you a man," she said tugging on his ear, "that
is the same size as I." She punctuated that with a kiss.
"Here, though, I'm limited. I can't do something like
that. I can still alter your form, but it would have to be
something found here or the balances are upset."

George was catching on, "You want to make me into an animal
to get though the gate," he said slowly. "Then we can be
together?"

She smiled, "We can be together forever, if you like." She
held up a hand, "There is a price. While my wing mends, I
will need a devoted steed. If you agree to stay an animal
while that happens, we can be together after."

"How long will that take?"

"Time is meaningless in the fairy world," she explained
simply.

He wasn't sure he like that, but it meant more time with
Fa. "What if I want to come back?" he asked almost
reluctantly.

"I can bring you back to this moment, if you choose, like
nothing happened," she said.

George considered it, knowing in his heart that Fa wouldn't
hurt him. "Won't you be coming back, though? For your
dandelions?"

She shook her head sadly, "Not for a long time. A wingless
fairy is unprotected, and our abilities here are weaker
than we'd like. We're magical, but no more tuned to the
world that you are. More than one of my people have been
killed by a stray housecat or dog because they lost a wing.
It just doesn't happen in out world." She smiled again,
"It's a world that knows no pain or sorrow or death, we
don't allow it. Want to come?"

He reached a hand toward her and let his finger touch her
feet gently. She was so beautiful. "Say the word, and
I'll go."

With a gentle kiss from her lips onto his neck, he felt
strange. His muscles spasmed a moment, then relaxed. He
reached a hand up and felt long hairs beginning to grow
from it. He then looked at his hand as the fingers started
to change, looking like they were getting longer even as it
shrank. He could feel Fa shift off his shoulder and onto
the back of his neck as it narrowed. He crossed his eyes
and watched his nose and mouth turn into a muzzle. His
breath came in faster as his body was covered in thick fur.

George could feel Fa rubbing the top of his head, running
her fingers through his new fur and sending a bit of
pleasure through his body. "You're perfect, George. A
beautiful raccoon."

He leaned his head back so she could rub it harder, but all
he go was a short laugh and a little pressure on his neck
from her legs, "Later, my lovely steed. Right now, though
the gateway."

George fell off his haunches and onto all fours, noticing
how natural it felt to walk like this. His banded tail
held slightly off the ground, he made straight for the dark
gateway with the guiding motions of Fa driving him forward.

He crawled into the hole, feeling completely natural in the
tiny space. He couldn't see anything as he got deep
inside, but the sensation of the walls on his whiskers
helped to guide him unerringly though the dark abyss
without running into anything. It was only a short time
before he burst through the other side into the light.

And what a light it was.

It was a world exactly as Fa described. They stood on the
top of a hill covered in short grass and strange blue
flowers that overlooked a valley so golden and beautiful
that it could only be supernatural. The air was perfectly
clear and smelled sweet as a bakery. Fa let him gaze on
the valley for a while, then gently nudged him with her
legs. George went forward through the grass, deciding that
acting as Fa's steed for a little while was small payment
for getting to such a place.

"You and I will be together for a long time," she whispered
into his ear. As she rubbed her hands through the fur on
his head, he felt a slight pressure on his mind. His lust
for Fa slowly turned to devotion, a devotion stronger than
anything he knew was possible. The memories of George were
there, but they were pushed aside in his single minded
devotion to Fa. He would take her home, climb any tree
with her on his back. He would carry her to the ends of
this world if she asked.

As they approached the village in the valley, Fa gently
pushed away anything left of the humans mind and left only
the workings of a devoted, happy raccoon steed. It was
only right and kind, after all. She wasn't cruel, and even
if the human had been a voyeur he was being more than
punished. After a few years, George would have felt
trapped in his raccoon body, his love for Fa always growing
but always unrequited. He would have been useless as a
steed, but bound by his agreement he would have no recourse
but to remain as he was until the end of time.

Fairies lived forever, but fairy wings never healed.

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	George returned the next day, and the next. For some		George returned the next day, and the next. For some
	reason, she kept coming back to this clearing, this meadow.		reason, she kept coming back to this clearing, this meadow.
	George took his place behind the rock and watched, falling		George took his place behind the rock and watched, falling
	in love with the creature he couldn't have, a creature he		in love with the creature he couldn't have, a creature he
	was far too scared to try and contact even if she was only		was far too scared to try and contact even if she was only
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	fluttered a little, throwing her off to one side, "Ow!"		fluttered a little, throwing her off to one side, "Ow!"
	George lowered his hand and she gratefully stepped onto it.		George lowered his hand and she gratefully stepped onto it.
	"You are a sweet man, for a human," she said with a smile.		"You are a sweet man, for a human," she said with a smile.

	George got his first close look at Fa. She was stunning,		George got his first close look at Fa. She was stunning,
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	Georges mind was still reeling a little from the situation.		Georges mind was still reeling a little from the situation.
	He was holding a fairy of all things! No one would ever		He was holding a fairy of all things! No one would ever
	believe this! Given that she was hurt, he suddenly		believe this! Given that she was hurt, he suddenly
	realized that he probably could take her to his home, keep		realized that he probably could take her to his home, keep
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	world that you are. More than one of my people have been		world that you are. More than one of my people have been
	killed by a stray housecat or dog because they lost a wing.		killed by a stray housecat or dog because they lost a wing.
	It just doesn't happen in out world." She smiled again,		It just doesn't happen in out world." She smiled again,
	"It's a world that knows no pain or sorrow or death, we		"It's a world that knows no pain or sorrow or death, we
	don't allow it. Want to come?"		don't allow it. Want to come?"

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Bryan: fix some inadvertant indents

Eirik at 19:33, 12 September 2007

Eirik: New page: Category:Story Category:Eirik Category:Animal {{DEFAULTSORT:Gateway}} {{title|name=Gateway|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}} The damage wasn't nearly what George expected. The sudden...