Jodie B. Cooper's Blog, page 7
July 24, 2011
Stolen Sasquatch Recovered! part II
Continued
Norman, the Sasquatch aka Big Foot, has been captured near the small town ofStigler, Oklahoma (in the mundane world.)
Master Healer Margaret Mai Lynn officially reported no serious injuries,stating she stabilized a broken leg. I found out later, she broke Sídhí law bycompletely healing a ruptured artery in the mundane rancher when he triedcalling for help. If she hadn't healed him, he would've died.
For all you mundanes out there, be very wary of healers. Never, not unlessyou are seconds from dying, ask a healer to help you. Trust me you'll probablyend up dead. When it comes to a mundane, a healer is more dangerous than adhark vampire.
You see, healers can heal Sídhí.
Vampire, dragon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter which Sídhí race as long asa person has synth crystal in their blood a healer can pull energy from herselfand the injured person. This allows the healer enough energy to heal a Sídhí,even if the Sídhí is near death.
Unfortunately, when a healer attempts to heal a mundane the person's verylife essence is sucked out. Sucking a person's essence is very addictive.That's why most valleys have banned healers from visiting Earth, a ruthlesspractice, but effective.
On a happy note, the mundane rancher is alive. He fell into a coma due tohis life's essence nearly getting sucked dry, but Healer Margaret swears he'llwake-up in a month or two.
Oh dear! I've gone off on one of my tangents, haven't I? On to the events ofFriday night, which lead to Norman's capture!
I parked my ancient Chevy truck next to the brick ranch house in the nick oftime.
Clan Guardian Alexander stood on the porch, berating Healer Serena fornearly killing Mark. Several Clan Guardians noticed me and waved, but I steeredclear of Alexander. He would've stopped me from interviewing the victims.
I found Mark's wife and three teenage girls sitting in the living room. Eachof them stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths dropped open.
I feared the guardians had already wiped the true memories from their mindsand mentally ordered them to remain silent. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Guardian Tremaine, a really sweet vampire with dark auburn hair and agorgeous – repeat all rippling muscles, no fat – body, allowed me to interviewthe women.
The youngest daughter, Sheila, provided the best recount of the evening. Themother wouldn't quit sobbing and the other two girls couldn't take their eyesoff Tremaine to answer my questions.
Anyway, Sheila said they heard a horrible noise about ten o'clock.
Mark grabbed his gun, ordering his wife to lock the door behind him. Heopened the front door. Shouted (Sheila said, he sounded scared) and rapidlyfired his gun. Slammed the door shut. All the while, shouting for everyone torun to the cellar. That's what they call storm shelters.
They ran through the house toward the kitchen. Sheila heard the front door,a solid oak monstrosity, being ripped off its hinges.
Attached to the house, the storm shelter opened into the laundry room. Theypiled in the cement room and bolted the steel door shut.
Mark was a smart man. Well, mostly. On their dash through the kitchen, hekicked the trash can over, spilling its contents. They had spent the nightbefore cutting and packing a deer he shot. Yes, he killed it out of season, butthat's beside the point.
The blood kept the Sasquatch occupied.
If Mark had stayed in the storm shelter, everything would've worked outfine. He didn't. He left to call for help and the Sasquatch chased him up atree.
Unfortunately, all Sasquatch have very long claws and are very good treeclimbers.
Norman slashed Mark's thigh, puncturing a major artery.
Clan guardians showed up before Norman pulled Mark out of the tree, shootingNorman with a tranquilizer dart.
Norman is now peacefully sleeping off the tranq dart. For those of you whowish to meet Norman, his new home is a twenty acre enclosure at Mordecai'sSasquatch Ranch.
Mordecai's has daily tours. I encourage families or individuals who want alonger adventure to purchase one of their many tour packages, which (dependingon the package you pick) include a cabin, jet skis, trail rides, and a dozenother wonderful extras. Tell them Jodie sent you!
On a final note, Clan guardians gave the mundane family and Haskell Countyemergency workers vague memories of a rabid black bear, not a very good coverstory but it worked.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
Norman, the Sasquatch aka Big Foot, has been captured near the small town ofStigler, Oklahoma (in the mundane world.)
Master Healer Margaret Mai Lynn officially reported no serious injuries,stating she stabilized a broken leg. I found out later, she broke Sídhí law bycompletely healing a ruptured artery in the mundane rancher when he triedcalling for help. If she hadn't healed him, he would've died.
For all you mundanes out there, be very wary of healers. Never, not unlessyou are seconds from dying, ask a healer to help you. Trust me you'll probablyend up dead. When it comes to a mundane, a healer is more dangerous than adhark vampire.
You see, healers can heal Sídhí.
Vampire, dragon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter which Sídhí race as long asa person has synth crystal in their blood a healer can pull energy from herselfand the injured person. This allows the healer enough energy to heal a Sídhí,even if the Sídhí is near death.
Unfortunately, when a healer attempts to heal a mundane the person's verylife essence is sucked out. Sucking a person's essence is very addictive.That's why most valleys have banned healers from visiting Earth, a ruthlesspractice, but effective.
On a happy note, the mundane rancher is alive. He fell into a coma due tohis life's essence nearly getting sucked dry, but Healer Margaret swears he'llwake-up in a month or two.
Oh dear! I've gone off on one of my tangents, haven't I? On to the events ofFriday night, which lead to Norman's capture!
I parked my ancient Chevy truck next to the brick ranch house in the nick oftime.
Clan Guardian Alexander stood on the porch, berating Healer Serena fornearly killing Mark. Several Clan Guardians noticed me and waved, but I steeredclear of Alexander. He would've stopped me from interviewing the victims.
I found Mark's wife and three teenage girls sitting in the living room. Eachof them stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths dropped open.
I feared the guardians had already wiped the true memories from their mindsand mentally ordered them to remain silent. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Guardian Tremaine, a really sweet vampire with dark auburn hair and agorgeous – repeat all rippling muscles, no fat – body, allowed me to interviewthe women.
The youngest daughter, Sheila, provided the best recount of the evening. Themother wouldn't quit sobbing and the other two girls couldn't take their eyesoff Tremaine to answer my questions.
Anyway, Sheila said they heard a horrible noise about ten o'clock.
Mark grabbed his gun, ordering his wife to lock the door behind him. Heopened the front door. Shouted (Sheila said, he sounded scared) and rapidlyfired his gun. Slammed the door shut. All the while, shouting for everyone torun to the cellar. That's what they call storm shelters.
They ran through the house toward the kitchen. Sheila heard the front door,a solid oak monstrosity, being ripped off its hinges.
Attached to the house, the storm shelter opened into the laundry room. Theypiled in the cement room and bolted the steel door shut.
Mark was a smart man. Well, mostly. On their dash through the kitchen, hekicked the trash can over, spilling its contents. They had spent the nightbefore cutting and packing a deer he shot. Yes, he killed it out of season, butthat's beside the point.
The blood kept the Sasquatch occupied.
If Mark had stayed in the storm shelter, everything would've worked outfine. He didn't. He left to call for help and the Sasquatch chased him up atree.
Unfortunately, all Sasquatch have very long claws and are very good treeclimbers.
Norman slashed Mark's thigh, puncturing a major artery.
Clan guardians showed up before Norman pulled Mark out of the tree, shootingNorman with a tranquilizer dart.
Norman is now peacefully sleeping off the tranq dart. For those of you whowish to meet Norman, his new home is a twenty acre enclosure at Mordecai'sSasquatch Ranch.
Mordecai's has daily tours. I encourage families or individuals who want alonger adventure to purchase one of their many tour packages, which (dependingon the package you pick) include a cabin, jet skis, trail rides, and a dozenother wonderful extras. Tell them Jodie sent you!
On a final note, Clan guardians gave the mundane family and Haskell Countyemergency workers vague memories of a rabid black bear, not a very good coverstory but it worked.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
July 23, 2011
Stolen Sasquatch Recovered!
Stigler, Oklahoma: Earth
Miss Clara Burnstien, who has lived inthe Mundane world for the last one hundred and twenty-three years,faithfully listens to the local police scanner. Last night, at 11:15,an unusual report sent Haskel County deputies to Mark Hawk's ranch.
Clan guardians confiscated the recordedmessage from Haskell County, but I managed to get a copy.
Operator: Haskell County...
Mark: You've got to help us!
Operator: Is this an emergency?
Mark: Yes! A monster broke into thehouse!
Operator: Please, stay calm. Is theassailant still there?
Mark: It's not a person!
:A high shrieking scream with dualtones erupts in the background:
Operator: Oh my God! What was that?
Mark: The monster! Big Foot!
:pause:
Mark: We need help! I shot the damnthing with a 9mm. I hit it three times and didn't kill it!
Operator: Tying up this phone line witha half-cocked prank...
Mark: Hell and damnation! My family isgonna die cause you won't get off your high horse and send me help!You want a good enough reason to send a deputy? Fine! I'm gonna killmy wife and three kids!
Operator: You're nuts! I'll send a carand I'll testify at your trial, you crazy S.O.B.
:Phone slams down:
Well, that was interesting. I can't sayI blame the poor operator, Mark did sound deranged.
…continued until tomorrow.
Jodie B. Cooper
Miss Clara Burnstien, who has lived inthe Mundane world for the last one hundred and twenty-three years,faithfully listens to the local police scanner. Last night, at 11:15,an unusual report sent Haskel County deputies to Mark Hawk's ranch.
Clan guardians confiscated the recordedmessage from Haskell County, but I managed to get a copy.
Operator: Haskell County...
Mark: You've got to help us!
Operator: Is this an emergency?
Mark: Yes! A monster broke into thehouse!
Operator: Please, stay calm. Is theassailant still there?
Mark: It's not a person!
:A high shrieking scream with dualtones erupts in the background:
Operator: Oh my God! What was that?
Mark: The monster! Big Foot!
:pause:
Mark: We need help! I shot the damnthing with a 9mm. I hit it three times and didn't kill it!
Operator: Tying up this phone line witha half-cocked prank...
Mark: Hell and damnation! My family isgonna die cause you won't get off your high horse and send me help!You want a good enough reason to send a deputy? Fine! I'm gonna killmy wife and three kids!
Operator: You're nuts! I'll send a carand I'll testify at your trial, you crazy S.O.B.
:Phone slams down:
Well, that was interesting. I can't sayI blame the poor operator, Mark did sound deranged.
…continued until tomorrow.
Jodie B. Cooper
July 22, 2011
Accident at Wyvern Riding Academy
Great Falls, Montana: Khärston Valley
Wyvern Riding Academy, south of Great Falls, Montana in the Khärston Valley, reported a near fatal accident this morning.
For the Mundanes among us, wyvern are often confused with dragons. Dragons being a sentient race of people with the ability to change their form into that of a dragon. On the other hand, a wyvern is an animal approximately the size of a quarter horse with a twenty foot wing span. Most wyvern have been domesticated and are frequently used for sports and pleasure riding.
Several valleys have a contingent of search and rescue wyvern, comparable to a search and rescue dog used in natural disasters. Of course, there are several differences between the rescue animals. Wyvern conduct searches from the sky by sight and the trainer must be nearby as the wyvern frequently tries to eat the victim.
Anyway!
A group of third year academy students were playing Sky War, which involves fairy enhanced laser guns and paint, when someone shot one of the wyvern in the eye. The enhanced paint is equivalent to colorful slime and sticks to anything.
It's not clear who fired the original shot, but the damage was done. Red paint blinded the mount.
The dark brown female w/ black belly splotches swerved wildly and its wing smacked the tail of another wyvern, a rare blue with cream wing tips. Everyone knows how sensitive the snake-like tail of a wyvern is. Well, let me tell you, old blue let out a bellow. People heard him five miles away.
The blue went rogue, attacking anything that moved.
By the end of the Sky War, five wyvern sustained serious injures. Four students – who should have been wearing safety harnesses – fell from the sky.
School officials rushed healers to the downed riders. The students, two of whom were pre-pubs, nearly died from their injuries. I've been assured the healers arrived in time and none of the students sustained permanent damage.
The investigation is pending, but at this time there doesn't appear to be any malicious intent on any one's part.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
Wyvern Riding Academy, south of Great Falls, Montana in the Khärston Valley, reported a near fatal accident this morning.
For the Mundanes among us, wyvern are often confused with dragons. Dragons being a sentient race of people with the ability to change their form into that of a dragon. On the other hand, a wyvern is an animal approximately the size of a quarter horse with a twenty foot wing span. Most wyvern have been domesticated and are frequently used for sports and pleasure riding.
Several valleys have a contingent of search and rescue wyvern, comparable to a search and rescue dog used in natural disasters. Of course, there are several differences between the rescue animals. Wyvern conduct searches from the sky by sight and the trainer must be nearby as the wyvern frequently tries to eat the victim.
Anyway!
A group of third year academy students were playing Sky War, which involves fairy enhanced laser guns and paint, when someone shot one of the wyvern in the eye. The enhanced paint is equivalent to colorful slime and sticks to anything.
It's not clear who fired the original shot, but the damage was done. Red paint blinded the mount.
The dark brown female w/ black belly splotches swerved wildly and its wing smacked the tail of another wyvern, a rare blue with cream wing tips. Everyone knows how sensitive the snake-like tail of a wyvern is. Well, let me tell you, old blue let out a bellow. People heard him five miles away.
The blue went rogue, attacking anything that moved.
By the end of the Sky War, five wyvern sustained serious injures. Four students – who should have been wearing safety harnesses – fell from the sky.
School officials rushed healers to the downed riders. The students, two of whom were pre-pubs, nearly died from their injuries. I've been assured the healers arrived in time and none of the students sustained permanent damage.
The investigation is pending, but at this time there doesn't appear to be any malicious intent on any one's part.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper
July 21, 2011
Warning! Big Foot on the Loose in Oklahoma
Southeast Oklahoma, Earth
An all points warning has been issued to all Sídhí living in ornear the Southeastern corner of Oklahoma. A Sasquatch, or Big Foot asthey are called down South, is on the loose in the Mundane world.
If you see the creature, don't try and capture it. Call the ClanGuardians.
The nine foot animal is the same one stolen from Mordecai's SasquatchRanch a few days ago. Norman, the Sasquatch, is high dollar animalprized for his thick, dark brown fur and mild temperament. Well, mildfor a Sasquatch. He's never ripped an arm or leg off any of hiskeepers. His stud fee is nearly seven thousand dollars.
I'm sure you're wondering how such an expensive animal was stolen.
Well, a couple of vampire teenagers stole the animal as a prank or sothey insisted after they got caught. They said, there hadn't been areliable Big Foot sighting on Earth in several years and wanted tocorrect the oversight.
I asked the teenagers if they thought they'd get caught.
Harvey Knix and Timmy Parnicus insisted they thought it would be alot of fun to release a Sasquatch onto Earth, not thinking anyonewould be hurt.
Effectively, not answering my question!
Honestly, I don't know why they did it, but they might rethink theirnext prank as they have been sentenced to wearing a silver collar fora three year term. If you ask me, it's a very mild sentence. I meanwho knows what kind damage such a huge brute w/ four inch claws and amouth full of thumb sized fangs will cause on Earth?
For those of my readers who aren't familiar with Sídhí genetics,wearing silver is a horrible punishment as it restricts a Sídhí'sseven senses (Sídhí have seven senses, not five) and other gifts.As vampires, Harvey & Timmy will not be able to teleport orextend their claws until the collar is removed.
The collar is fairy made, which allows the nineteen year-oldpranksters to pick a single sense that will not be impaired.Surprisingly, they both retained their ability to extend their fangs.
I say surprising as Clan vampires eat real food, they aren'tbloodsuckers. Well, except for recreational purposes.
Of course, the type of recreational blood drinking a teenagerwould be involved in might answer why they wanted to keep theirability to suck blood. LOL
An all points warning has been issued to all Sídhí living in ornear the Southeastern corner of Oklahoma. A Sasquatch, or Big Foot asthey are called down South, is on the loose in the Mundane world.
If you see the creature, don't try and capture it. Call the ClanGuardians.
The nine foot animal is the same one stolen from Mordecai's SasquatchRanch a few days ago. Norman, the Sasquatch, is high dollar animalprized for his thick, dark brown fur and mild temperament. Well, mildfor a Sasquatch. He's never ripped an arm or leg off any of hiskeepers. His stud fee is nearly seven thousand dollars.
I'm sure you're wondering how such an expensive animal was stolen.
Well, a couple of vampire teenagers stole the animal as a prank or sothey insisted after they got caught. They said, there hadn't been areliable Big Foot sighting on Earth in several years and wanted tocorrect the oversight.
I asked the teenagers if they thought they'd get caught.
Harvey Knix and Timmy Parnicus insisted they thought it would be alot of fun to release a Sasquatch onto Earth, not thinking anyonewould be hurt.
Effectively, not answering my question!
Honestly, I don't know why they did it, but they might rethink theirnext prank as they have been sentenced to wearing a silver collar fora three year term. If you ask me, it's a very mild sentence. I meanwho knows what kind damage such a huge brute w/ four inch claws and amouth full of thumb sized fangs will cause on Earth?
For those of my readers who aren't familiar with Sídhí genetics,wearing silver is a horrible punishment as it restricts a Sídhí'sseven senses (Sídhí have seven senses, not five) and other gifts.As vampires, Harvey & Timmy will not be able to teleport orextend their claws until the collar is removed.
The collar is fairy made, which allows the nineteen year-oldpranksters to pick a single sense that will not be impaired.Surprisingly, they both retained their ability to extend their fangs.
I say surprising as Clan vampires eat real food, they aren'tbloodsuckers. Well, except for recreational purposes.
Of course, the type of recreational blood drinking a teenagerwould be involved in might answer why they wanted to keep theirability to suck blood. LOL
July 20, 2011
Gnomes & Stink Bombs
Clan Valley
Warning! If you have a weak stomachstop reading right now.
Clan Valley High School has canceledsummer school.
I know, it sounds insane. Right? Halfthe summer semester is already over with so canceling summer schoolseemed very odd to me. I called around and found out the true reason.
With the influx of gnomes into ClanValley the school board insisted all gnomes under the age of eighteenmust attend school. For those of you who don't know, Clan Valley isprimarily a vampire valley. The transition has not been easy forgnomes or vampires.
Well, the gnomes – generally speakingthey are three-feet tall with wrinkly skin like a Shar Pei and havebrilliant red fuzzy hair that's about an inch long – refused tocomply with the mandate.
Everyone knows gnomes are notoriouspranksters so their response shouldn't have surprised anyone.
Gnomes taped the official mandate tothe school doors, marked 'no' across the paper in bold red ink, andthen flushed a fairy made stink bomb down every commode on schoolproperty.
Mundanes have no clue how bad a fairymade stink bomb smells.
Honestly, fairies – especially thosefrom the artist caste – can create just about anything by utilizingtheir talent to manipulate synth energy, including changing normalattributes of certain objects. Today, the object in question wassuper glue. What they did was 'scientifically' impossible, but youmust remember we are talking about fairies. They tend to warpscientific theory out of shape until it's unrecognizable.
The stink bombs were comprised of superglue, cow manure, rabbit manure, and skrivett pus. (A skrivett is apus covered rodent.) The compressed bomb went down the pipes andexploded, spreading chunks of manure through-out the entire sewagesystem. No, it did not dissolve.
When the synth enhanced super gluetouched the interior plastic wall of the pipes, it activated andexpanded, sticking cow manure and pebble sized rabbit pelletsthroughout the entire sewer system. The skrivett pus, which smellslike raw sewage in its natural state went everywhere, including theceiling of the bathrooms.
I'm sure you can imagine, PrincipleTinklebunn blew a gasket.
Literally, she shrieked until all thewindows in the entire school and surrounding community shattered.Need I mention she is a fairy of the warrior caste? To be veryspecific she is a siren.
Even with so much damage, with theproper fairy made solvent, it shouldn't take the remainder of thesummer to clean up the mess.
Well, you wouldn't think so, but theonly one who can create a counter chemical to destroy the super glueis Samuel Nippers, the fairy who created the stink bombs. He is aMaster Class within his caste and has refused to create a solventthat would disolve the super glue.
I've heard it without the solvent itwill take weeks to dislodge the crap from the sewer system, clean theskrivett pus off the walls, and replace all of the windows.
Warning! If you have a weak stomachstop reading right now.
Clan Valley High School has canceledsummer school.
I know, it sounds insane. Right? Halfthe summer semester is already over with so canceling summer schoolseemed very odd to me. I called around and found out the true reason.
With the influx of gnomes into ClanValley the school board insisted all gnomes under the age of eighteenmust attend school. For those of you who don't know, Clan Valley isprimarily a vampire valley. The transition has not been easy forgnomes or vampires.
Well, the gnomes – generally speakingthey are three-feet tall with wrinkly skin like a Shar Pei and havebrilliant red fuzzy hair that's about an inch long – refused tocomply with the mandate.
Everyone knows gnomes are notoriouspranksters so their response shouldn't have surprised anyone.
Gnomes taped the official mandate tothe school doors, marked 'no' across the paper in bold red ink, andthen flushed a fairy made stink bomb down every commode on schoolproperty.
Mundanes have no clue how bad a fairymade stink bomb smells.
Honestly, fairies – especially thosefrom the artist caste – can create just about anything by utilizingtheir talent to manipulate synth energy, including changing normalattributes of certain objects. Today, the object in question wassuper glue. What they did was 'scientifically' impossible, but youmust remember we are talking about fairies. They tend to warpscientific theory out of shape until it's unrecognizable.
The stink bombs were comprised of superglue, cow manure, rabbit manure, and skrivett pus. (A skrivett is apus covered rodent.) The compressed bomb went down the pipes andexploded, spreading chunks of manure through-out the entire sewagesystem. No, it did not dissolve.
When the synth enhanced super gluetouched the interior plastic wall of the pipes, it activated andexpanded, sticking cow manure and pebble sized rabbit pelletsthroughout the entire sewer system. The skrivett pus, which smellslike raw sewage in its natural state went everywhere, including theceiling of the bathrooms.
I'm sure you can imagine, PrincipleTinklebunn blew a gasket.
Literally, she shrieked until all thewindows in the entire school and surrounding community shattered.Need I mention she is a fairy of the warrior caste? To be veryspecific she is a siren.
Even with so much damage, with theproper fairy made solvent, it shouldn't take the remainder of thesummer to clean up the mess.
Well, you wouldn't think so, but theonly one who can create a counter chemical to destroy the super glueis Samuel Nippers, the fairy who created the stink bombs. He is aMaster Class within his caste and has refused to create a solventthat would disolve the super glue.
I've heard it without the solvent itwill take weeks to dislodge the crap from the sewer system, clean theskrivett pus off the walls, and replace all of the windows.
July 19, 2011
Sasquatch Theft & Dragon Guardian Interview
Clan Valley guardians are investigating the disappearance of asasquatch (aka Big Foot) from Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch on thewestern edge of Lake Eufaula in the Eastern part of Oklahoma.
Clan guardians believe there is foul play involved, but the owner ofthe ranch is not a subject in the ongoing investigation. The animalarrived the same day it disappeared and hadn't been paid for.Mordecai Bunn said his insurance wouldn't cover the disappearance ofthe animal.
As a side note, I wanted to mention I've visited the ranch, which hascabins and jet skis for rent. The ranch is a fun family destination.It's also world famous for it sasquatch breeding program, whichprovides zoos and big game hunters with quality Sasquatch.
Onward to the promised interview with a Dragon Guardian!
I transcribed the promised conversation I had with dragon guardianAlexander concerning the terrorist organization Khr'Vurr, which isbased in Dragon Valley.
I'll skip the pleasantries and get to the good stuff...
Jodie: Is it true the Khr'Vurr, a notoriously 'dragon only'organization is actively recruiting outside of Dragon Valley?
Alexander: No comment.
Jodie: You're a guardian. It's your duty to protect. So shouldn't yoube willing to warn people? What if they start terrorizing the othervalleys? People need information.
Alexander: Jodie, this isn't a game. You need to keep your nose outof it.
Jodie: Yes, I know it isn't a game. That's my point! Wouldn't it bebetter to warn people?
Alexander: :sighs: We believe the Khr'Vurr is actively seeking newrecruits.
Jodie: Are they targeting any specific valley? You know like onlyvalleys in the Dhark Empire?
Alexander: Off the record?
Jodie: Yes, of course! (he knew I'd tell... I always do.)
Alexander: The Khr'Vurr have united with several Dhark Valley Lords,extending their network into a dozen different valleys. This is avery dangerous time for Sídhí and Mundanes. We're concerned thesilent war they've started may soon explode into something a lotworse.
Jodie: You mean like the bomb exploding in the Royal Valley? I'veheard it was targeting Prince Jacoby, because he refused to cooperatewith the Khr'Vurr.
:pause: Then he hissed at me!
Alexander: Who told you that?
Jodie: Anonymous tip. I've been going through records. Did you knowin the last three months car bombs and kidnappings have increased byfour hundred percent?
:low, deep growl: Dragons, even when they are in human form, growlreally well. He made the hair stand up on my head.
Jodie: And I've heard the Dragon Council is so desperate to find theKhr'Vurr ring leaders they have threatened other valleys.
:silence:
Jodie: Well, is it true? Can Dragon Council shut down all thegateways leading to Earth? Will they?
Alexander: Jodie, you get one warning. This is it. Stay out ofKhr'Vurr business. And more importantly stay out of council business.Do not go spreading false rumors.
Jodie: Now, wait a minute...
Alexander: No, you're sticking your nose into things that's going toget you killed. The Khr'Vurr are big league. Stay. Out. Of. It.
Jodie: I'm a reporter. It's my duty...
:he cuts me off, the nerve!:
Alexander: No, you're a nosy busy body.
:Slams phone down in my ear:
Well! That was rude!
Honestly, anyone who knows me understands my need for searching outthe true story. No matter the danger to my own well being. Of course,someone like Alexander calls it nosy behavior, but I think everyoneunderstands my need to give them the true story.
Never worry, I'll keep digging!
Clan guardians believe there is foul play involved, but the owner ofthe ranch is not a subject in the ongoing investigation. The animalarrived the same day it disappeared and hadn't been paid for.Mordecai Bunn said his insurance wouldn't cover the disappearance ofthe animal.
As a side note, I wanted to mention I've visited the ranch, which hascabins and jet skis for rent. The ranch is a fun family destination.It's also world famous for it sasquatch breeding program, whichprovides zoos and big game hunters with quality Sasquatch.
Onward to the promised interview with a Dragon Guardian!
I transcribed the promised conversation I had with dragon guardianAlexander concerning the terrorist organization Khr'Vurr, which isbased in Dragon Valley.
I'll skip the pleasantries and get to the good stuff...
Jodie: Is it true the Khr'Vurr, a notoriously 'dragon only'organization is actively recruiting outside of Dragon Valley?
Alexander: No comment.
Jodie: You're a guardian. It's your duty to protect. So shouldn't yoube willing to warn people? What if they start terrorizing the othervalleys? People need information.
Alexander: Jodie, this isn't a game. You need to keep your nose outof it.
Jodie: Yes, I know it isn't a game. That's my point! Wouldn't it bebetter to warn people?
Alexander: :sighs: We believe the Khr'Vurr is actively seeking newrecruits.
Jodie: Are they targeting any specific valley? You know like onlyvalleys in the Dhark Empire?
Alexander: Off the record?
Jodie: Yes, of course! (he knew I'd tell... I always do.)
Alexander: The Khr'Vurr have united with several Dhark Valley Lords,extending their network into a dozen different valleys. This is avery dangerous time for Sídhí and Mundanes. We're concerned thesilent war they've started may soon explode into something a lotworse.
Jodie: You mean like the bomb exploding in the Royal Valley? I'veheard it was targeting Prince Jacoby, because he refused to cooperatewith the Khr'Vurr.
:pause: Then he hissed at me!
Alexander: Who told you that?
Jodie: Anonymous tip. I've been going through records. Did you knowin the last three months car bombs and kidnappings have increased byfour hundred percent?
:low, deep growl: Dragons, even when they are in human form, growlreally well. He made the hair stand up on my head.
Jodie: And I've heard the Dragon Council is so desperate to find theKhr'Vurr ring leaders they have threatened other valleys.
:silence:
Jodie: Well, is it true? Can Dragon Council shut down all thegateways leading to Earth? Will they?
Alexander: Jodie, you get one warning. This is it. Stay out ofKhr'Vurr business. And more importantly stay out of council business.Do not go spreading false rumors.
Jodie: Now, wait a minute...
Alexander: No, you're sticking your nose into things that's going toget you killed. The Khr'Vurr are big league. Stay. Out. Of. It.
Jodie: I'm a reporter. It's my duty...
:he cuts me off, the nerve!:
Alexander: No, you're a nosy busy body.
:Slams phone down in my ear:
Well! That was rude!
Honestly, anyone who knows me understands my need for searching outthe true story. No matter the danger to my own well being. Of course,someone like Alexander calls it nosy behavior, but I think everyoneunderstands my need to give them the true story.
Never worry, I'll keep digging!
July 18, 2011
Khr'Vurr (dragon terrorists) Increasing Recruiting Efforts
Dragon Valley
This morning I received an anonymous tip on The Khr'Vurr(pronounced Car Vur as in fur, but with a v.) Let me tell you, thatphone call woke me up faster than a hot cup of java.
For anyone that doesn't know, the Khr'Vurr is a terroristorganization based in Dragon Valley. Oh, they don't call themselvesterrorists. They actually call themselves freedom fighters. :Snortsloudly: Like anyone believes that drivel.
Anyway, I've been informed the Khr'Vurr are increasing theirrecruiting efforts. At first, I was quite put out my anonymoustipster called and woke me up at three in the morning, but Iquickly got over my snit when they told me the Khr'Vurr are expandingbeyond Dragon Valley.
OMG! This is horrible news! Honestly, I've never been so shocked. TheKhr'Vurr have been around hundreds of years. Some say they originatedon the Sídhí home world some four thousand years ago. So, I'm sureyou will be as shocked as I am that they are recruiting in non-dragonValleys.
That's right, you heard it here first! The – dragon only –Khr'Vurr are expanding their organization to accept non-dragonrecruits.
This is the same organization that kidnapped, tortured, & killedJunior Dragon Councilwoman Lynda McKee. Then they had the sickaudacity to post a clip of the torture on V-tube (that's the vampireequivalent of U-tube.)
I called one of my contacts in Dragon Valley, a totally hot guy whoshifts into a bus sized dragon. Nearly seven feet tall, GuardianAlexander of the DeLeigh Clan is in charge of the dragon unitcurrently investigating the Khr'Vurr.
I recorded the conversation (with his permission of course – wink,wink.) When I get the conversation transcribed I'll post it here onSídhí World News!
This morning I received an anonymous tip on The Khr'Vurr(pronounced Car Vur as in fur, but with a v.) Let me tell you, thatphone call woke me up faster than a hot cup of java.
For anyone that doesn't know, the Khr'Vurr is a terroristorganization based in Dragon Valley. Oh, they don't call themselvesterrorists. They actually call themselves freedom fighters. :Snortsloudly: Like anyone believes that drivel.
Anyway, I've been informed the Khr'Vurr are increasing theirrecruiting efforts. At first, I was quite put out my anonymoustipster called and woke me up at three in the morning, but Iquickly got over my snit when they told me the Khr'Vurr are expandingbeyond Dragon Valley.
OMG! This is horrible news! Honestly, I've never been so shocked. TheKhr'Vurr have been around hundreds of years. Some say they originatedon the Sídhí home world some four thousand years ago. So, I'm sureyou will be as shocked as I am that they are recruiting in non-dragonValleys.
That's right, you heard it here first! The – dragon only –Khr'Vurr are expanding their organization to accept non-dragonrecruits.
This is the same organization that kidnapped, tortured, & killedJunior Dragon Councilwoman Lynda McKee. Then they had the sickaudacity to post a clip of the torture on V-tube (that's the vampireequivalent of U-tube.)
I called one of my contacts in Dragon Valley, a totally hot guy whoshifts into a bus sized dragon. Nearly seven feet tall, GuardianAlexander of the DeLeigh Clan is in charge of the dragon unitcurrently investigating the Khr'Vurr.
I recorded the conversation (with his permission of course – wink,wink.) When I get the conversation transcribed I'll post it here onSídhí World News!
July 17, 2011
Escaped Werewolves Captured
Clan Valley:
Fayetteville, Arkansas
The pair of
werewolves, which escaped from Hitchcock Zoo (Eureka Springs, AR) last week were recaptured today. After a merry chase following a
trail of dead livestock it ended this morning when the werewolves
(Janie Lee & Herbert) broke into a chicken barn in Fayetteville,
Arkansas.
Chicken barn
owner, Clyde Smitherton, reported four hundred dead chickens and over
five thousand dollars worth of damage to his state-the-art pens and
feeding equipment. Clyde said officials from the zoo refused to speak
with him.
I contacted the
zoo director, Myrtle Tittlebottom, this morning.
~ Phone
conversation with Myrtle ~
Jodie: Good
morning, Mrs. Tittlebottom.
Myrtle: If this
is a reporter, I'm hanging up.
Jodie: Mrs.
Tittlebottom, my readers want to know if Hitchcock zoo is going to
compensate Clyde for his dead chickens, damage to his property, and
lost revenue.
Myrtle: None of
your business.
Jodie: What
about all the livestock the werewolves killed this week? There have
been reports of mutilated and dead carcasses across northeastern
Arkansas.
Myrtle: Stupid
%$#^ A$$ reporters!
:phone slams
down in my ear:
Fayetteville, Arkansas
The pair of
werewolves, which escaped from Hitchcock Zoo (Eureka Springs, AR) last week were recaptured today. After a merry chase following a
trail of dead livestock it ended this morning when the werewolves
(Janie Lee & Herbert) broke into a chicken barn in Fayetteville,
Arkansas.
Chicken barn
owner, Clyde Smitherton, reported four hundred dead chickens and over
five thousand dollars worth of damage to his state-the-art pens and
feeding equipment. Clyde said officials from the zoo refused to speak
with him.
I contacted the
zoo director, Myrtle Tittlebottom, this morning.
~ Phone
conversation with Myrtle ~
Jodie: Good
morning, Mrs. Tittlebottom.
Myrtle: If this
is a reporter, I'm hanging up.
Jodie: Mrs.
Tittlebottom, my readers want to know if Hitchcock zoo is going to
compensate Clyde for his dead chickens, damage to his property, and
lost revenue.
Myrtle: None of
your business.
Jodie: What
about all the livestock the werewolves killed this week? There have
been reports of mutilated and dead carcasses across northeastern
Arkansas.
Myrtle: Stupid
%$#^ A$$ reporters!
:phone slams
down in my ear:
July 7, 2011
Stolen LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #3
Every vampire has a destined lifeMate, a mate who is a perfect match, but what happens when that perfect mate is stolen?
Stolen LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #3
17,000 wordsKetrina & Eric's story
(Ketrina is Jared's younger cousin)
Coming July 2011
June 26, 2011
Forbidden Valley ~ A Snippet
Forbidden Valley: Sídhí Summer Camp #2 - coming in 2011 - Jared, Katie, & the rest of the gang find themselves fighting for their lives when they stumble upon a nest of Sídhí creatures. Meet Mitch's destined lifeMate in Forbidden Valley!
Currently @ 33,500 words and counting!
Note: This snippet is subject to change and has not been proofed :P
Katie felt a rush of excitement streak through her as Guardian Alexander surged through the bright sky, his black scales glinting in the silvery rays of sunshine peeking through the thin cloud cover. Midnight wings swept upward, looking soft as calfskin.
Two weeks ago, Katie would never have dreamed she'd be riding a dragon, especially not with her very own lifeMate sitting snug behind her back. She threw her arms wide and laughed for the sheer joy of it.
"Enjoying yourself, Mia Cara?" Katie's mate, Jared, mentally asked. His joy doubled her own as his warm emotions flowed into her through their lifeBond. His deep laughter echoed through her mind a split instant before his warm breath tickled her overly sensitive ear, making her laugh all the harder.
"I love it. We can see for miles up here."
Alexander was flying them across miles of rugged mountains located within Dragon Valley, a second dimensional bubble with the exact physical terrain as Earth. The dragon insisted the two of them needed to rejoin their cabinmates who were currently hiking through the Sídhí forest surrounding the Peace Camp. A camp hosted by the dragon council who was trying to bring peace between all the Sídhí races.
Katie snorted. Peace was the official reason for gathering the warring Sídhí races together, but it wasn't why children of the most powerful politicians from several dozen valleys had been invited. Invited being a very loose term to what really happened, because when the invitations the dragon council sent out went unanswered the dragons coerced the other valleys into participating.
A matter easily accomplished when the dragon's shut down every known gateway within a valley. It didn't sound that bad, but most Sídhí valleys were extremely dependent on Earth, importing all manner of food and merchandise.
The concept of creating a Peace Camp sounded honorable, but Katie and her cabinmates found out the hard way that peace between the Sídhí races had nothing to do with the four month camp.
After two deaths and the attempted murder of a half dozen teenagers, Alexander had been placed in charge of keeping Katie's group safe. That was his official job. Unofficially, the black dragon was more concerned with finding the people who tried to kill them.
Katie hoped he hurried, because 'until the guilty parties were found,' he informed them, 'they would be safer away from the main campgrounds.' And she was so not a lover of squatting or cold river baths.
Getting them out of the main camp grounds 'to keep them safe' was a load of crap. She knew it, Jared knew it, and Alexander knew they knew it.
In his human form Alexander was a mesmerizing young man who didn't look a day over twenty-five. With a type of personality that could charm the socks off a hitchhiker one minute and scare the living daylights out of a military veteran the next. In reality, he was a crafty old dragon spouting a bunch of B.S., trying to make Katie and Jared agreeable to his plans without telling them anything. It didn't take an astrophysicist to know he was using them as bait.
She sighed to herself, knowing she didn't have a choice, and grudgingly accepted his plan to become live bait. She really hated being manipulated, but no matter what path he drove her toward, the outcome was acceptable if the dragon's caught the ones responsible. She wanted the black-spiked dragon caught and roasted over an open flame.
Honestly, the single drawback to his plan was her automatic resistance to anyone telling her what to do. If Alexander had just told her the complete truth, she would've agreed with his plans, especially when she found out they included rejoining her twin. As obnoxious as Mitch could be she still missed him so she was excited to catch up to her hiking cabinmates.
Of course, her desire to rejoin them had increased after she found out cabin twenty-four, their sister cabin, had decided not to wait for Katie and Jared to catch-up. Instead of waiting they rafted down the river ahead of schedule. Katie wanted to shout for joy over their abandonment. Not that she didn't like the people in twenty-four, because she didn't even know them.
Nope, the teens in twenty-four didn't matter, but Clarisse was another story entirely. Katie didn't doubt the red-haired spoiled brat had gone down the river with the sister cabin.
Katie gave a shudder of revulsion simply thinking about Jared's ex-girlfriend. She didn't trust hate-filled vamp any farther than she could throw a dragon and neither did Jared.
Without warning Alexander dropped a dozen feet straight down and her stomach plunged in shock.
Jared's arms tightened around her. She felt her mate's fear and excitement fighting each other for a dominate foothold. The lifeBond connecting them together was still so new that his flood of emotions felt like a foreign invasion.
He chuckled, nuzzling the back of her ear, he mentally said, "This is an awesome way to hitch a ride, but I'll be glad to have both feet on the ground."
She grinned at his unspoken words, enjoying the feel of his lips as they caressed an upward path along her pointed ear. She knew what he really meant. He would be glad to have her feet firmly on the ground. Overprotective didn't begin to define a vampire when it came to his bonded lifeMate.
His attitude was something she was slowly learning to deal with. His overbearing nature made her feel both cherished and exasperated at the same time.
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Currently @ 33,500 words and counting!
Note: This snippet is subject to change and has not been proofed :P
Katie felt a rush of excitement streak through her as Guardian Alexander surged through the bright sky, his black scales glinting in the silvery rays of sunshine peeking through the thin cloud cover. Midnight wings swept upward, looking soft as calfskin.
Two weeks ago, Katie would never have dreamed she'd be riding a dragon, especially not with her very own lifeMate sitting snug behind her back. She threw her arms wide and laughed for the sheer joy of it.
"Enjoying yourself, Mia Cara?" Katie's mate, Jared, mentally asked. His joy doubled her own as his warm emotions flowed into her through their lifeBond. His deep laughter echoed through her mind a split instant before his warm breath tickled her overly sensitive ear, making her laugh all the harder.
"I love it. We can see for miles up here."
Alexander was flying them across miles of rugged mountains located within Dragon Valley, a second dimensional bubble with the exact physical terrain as Earth. The dragon insisted the two of them needed to rejoin their cabinmates who were currently hiking through the Sídhí forest surrounding the Peace Camp. A camp hosted by the dragon council who was trying to bring peace between all the Sídhí races.
Katie snorted. Peace was the official reason for gathering the warring Sídhí races together, but it wasn't why children of the most powerful politicians from several dozen valleys had been invited. Invited being a very loose term to what really happened, because when the invitations the dragon council sent out went unanswered the dragons coerced the other valleys into participating.
A matter easily accomplished when the dragon's shut down every known gateway within a valley. It didn't sound that bad, but most Sídhí valleys were extremely dependent on Earth, importing all manner of food and merchandise.
The concept of creating a Peace Camp sounded honorable, but Katie and her cabinmates found out the hard way that peace between the Sídhí races had nothing to do with the four month camp.
After two deaths and the attempted murder of a half dozen teenagers, Alexander had been placed in charge of keeping Katie's group safe. That was his official job. Unofficially, the black dragon was more concerned with finding the people who tried to kill them.
Katie hoped he hurried, because 'until the guilty parties were found,' he informed them, 'they would be safer away from the main campgrounds.' And she was so not a lover of squatting or cold river baths.
Getting them out of the main camp grounds 'to keep them safe' was a load of crap. She knew it, Jared knew it, and Alexander knew they knew it.
In his human form Alexander was a mesmerizing young man who didn't look a day over twenty-five. With a type of personality that could charm the socks off a hitchhiker one minute and scare the living daylights out of a military veteran the next. In reality, he was a crafty old dragon spouting a bunch of B.S., trying to make Katie and Jared agreeable to his plans without telling them anything. It didn't take an astrophysicist to know he was using them as bait.
She sighed to herself, knowing she didn't have a choice, and grudgingly accepted his plan to become live bait. She really hated being manipulated, but no matter what path he drove her toward, the outcome was acceptable if the dragon's caught the ones responsible. She wanted the black-spiked dragon caught and roasted over an open flame.
Honestly, the single drawback to his plan was her automatic resistance to anyone telling her what to do. If Alexander had just told her the complete truth, she would've agreed with his plans, especially when she found out they included rejoining her twin. As obnoxious as Mitch could be she still missed him so she was excited to catch up to her hiking cabinmates.
Of course, her desire to rejoin them had increased after she found out cabin twenty-four, their sister cabin, had decided not to wait for Katie and Jared to catch-up. Instead of waiting they rafted down the river ahead of schedule. Katie wanted to shout for joy over their abandonment. Not that she didn't like the people in twenty-four, because she didn't even know them.
Nope, the teens in twenty-four didn't matter, but Clarisse was another story entirely. Katie didn't doubt the red-haired spoiled brat had gone down the river with the sister cabin.
Katie gave a shudder of revulsion simply thinking about Jared's ex-girlfriend. She didn't trust hate-filled vamp any farther than she could throw a dragon and neither did Jared.
Without warning Alexander dropped a dozen feet straight down and her stomach plunged in shock.
Jared's arms tightened around her. She felt her mate's fear and excitement fighting each other for a dominate foothold. The lifeBond connecting them together was still so new that his flood of emotions felt like a foreign invasion.
He chuckled, nuzzling the back of her ear, he mentally said, "This is an awesome way to hitch a ride, but I'll be glad to have both feet on the ground."
She grinned at his unspoken words, enjoying the feel of his lips as they caressed an upward path along her pointed ear. She knew what he really meant. He would be glad to have her feet firmly on the ground. Overprotective didn't begin to define a vampire when it came to his bonded lifeMate.
His attitude was something she was slowly learning to deal with. His overbearing nature made her feel both cherished and exasperated at the same time.
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