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Here are some basics & fun facts:

- I write primarily Fantasy, but also Sci-Fi and Steampunk on occasion

- I’m going to college soon!

- I’m chronically ill

- I’m not only a writer, but an artist as well! My art account is @wtar, and I participate in Artfight every year

- I love Fairytales and Fairytale retellings

- I have a sideblog dedicated to reblogging writing events, ask games, and tag games: @seaglasswritingevents

Day 6: Dream - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

The encounter followed Niv through the next few days, playing with time through its eternal presence in her thoughts. Some moments were agonizingly slow: Lessons with Imogen, her words blurring together until each one was indistinguishable from the last. Others went by so quickly that it almost felt as if they hadn’t happened at all: Trips to the market, walks around town. The creature danced around in her mind shapelessly, its gaze agonizingly human. She must have been dreaming. She had to have been dreaming. Or she had been seeing things. Confused. Stressed. Stretched thin.

Day 5: Whisper - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Sorry this one is a day late!

Niv huffed.

An amorphous blob of metal sat in front of her, distorted beyond recognition. Imogen had presented it to her at the beginning of their lesson. After three hours of work, she had only managed to flatten out the smallest bumps on its surface, and that just made the heftier bumps look even bigger by comparison. Her mentor’s stony gaze honed in on her work.

Niv reached for it again, but Imogen swatted her hand away and pulled it towards her. She closed her eyes and hummed a harsh, staccato melody, choppy and disjointed, stopping abruptly and starting again with no clear pattern. Slowly, one of the largest bumps began to plateau, until it was completely flat, as smooth as a blade. She pushed the mound back toward Niv.

Day 4: Shadow - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

A twig snapped. Niv whirled around.

Something had appeared behind her. It moved slowly, liquid-like, circling her. A wolf. No, a fox. A squirrel. It took another step, and its paws had shifted between all three before they touched the ground again. A wolf again. But its snout was…wrong. Its gaze was wrong. It was more like a drawing of a wolf, something done sloppily by someone who had only seen the real thing once or twice. Lines in the wrong places. Shadows that fell the wrong way. Blurred, like something out of a dream. All of the larger components were right; Gray fur, white belly, pointed ears. But they came together like the shards of a broken vase that had been glued back into place.

Day 3: Silver - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Niv fumbled around in her satchel. She hadn’t taken much money when she left; She hadn’t known how much her mother had left.

What she found was a handful of silver coins, each one engraved with the Olgravian seal. She held them up sheepishly.

The wagon driver raised an eyebrow, and Niv registered for the first time how strange she looked compared to the people of Kerest, auburn-haired and pale, with thin, angular features that made her gaze look all the more critical. She hadn’t realized quite how far she had traveled.

“That won’t get you far, here,” she said, her voice gruff. “You’ll need some of this,” she dug around in the pocket of her apron, “To get much out of anyone.” She held up a small rectangle of blue paper with a pattern Niv couldn’t make out.

Niv straightened, resisting the urge to smack her forehead. Of course she would need Thastan money.

The woman turned and made her way back to the wagon, and Niv sighed, preparing herself for the long trek ahead. But the wagon driver held up a hand and waved her over.

Day 2: Nocturne - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Niv continued to duck her head long after she had slipped out of the tent, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground. She wasn’t trying to hide; Everybody in the village knew whose lodgings were whose. But it felt as if even the sky would judge her.

She made to lift the hood of her cloak, but her hands brushed against her hair. She hissed, then cursed herself for the noise. Ever since the incident, she had forgone the uniform. She didn’t deserve to wear it. She wasn’t her grandmother. And she was starting to realize that that wasn’t anything to be proud of.

Her feet tapped lightly on the cobblestones, beating a hesitant, deferential path. The village was starting to come back to itself. Vendors sat at their markets in the town square, waiting patiently, more cognizant than they might have been that there were worse things than spoiled goods. Children ran around in aimless circles. A man sat at the base of a tree with his lute, strumming out a soft, mournful nocturne. She slowed down. He paused in his music just long enough to spit at her.

Day 1: Eclipse - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Niv had been working for hours, and she still had no idea what Wolf wanted her to find.

Evening had fallen on the Forest of Shapes. It hadn’t come slowly; It had been dropped on her like a bucket of cold water, bursting forth from the day on a whim. She supposed that her fervor had eclipsed all else. The pittance of light the leafy canopy above had afforded her had slowly trickled away, leaving her sitting alone in a dim blur of silhouette and color. If she hadn’t been attuned to their energy, she wouldn’t have registered the flowers in front of her. She ran her fingers over them, letting her hand sink into the soft, amorphous blob she had been puzzling over for what felt like a century.

The few pieces of sky she could see through the trees had become an exuberant purple with explosions of marigold and nectarine at the horizon. Niv knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone started looking for her.

She sighed. She knew that she couldn’t stay there any longer, that a Shape could be upon her before she even had the time to realize what was happening. But she needed to know why Wolf had sent her there. She needed to figure out what he couldn’t. What was it about this patch of flowers that had drawn him in? What had he meant when he described its buzz to her?

Sitting on the forest floor with hardly any light to guide her, Niv was starting to think that there was nothing to know. Perhaps she’d been wrong. Perhaps he wasn’t as intelligent as she’d thought he was.

With a heavy heart, she unfolded her legs and rose from the ground.

The walk back to the village wasn’t long, and its character soon began to interweave itself with that of the forest. Through the thick patches of leaf and lichen, she saw light. Interspersed with the low growls in the distance were exclamations, clangs, screams of excitement. Cooking fires wafted through the air to her, although she didn’t smell meat.

She brushed aside a bush, and stepped into the world, the sky returned to her.

Challenge by @the-wip-project

For this challenge, I’m going to be focusing on a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves: My goals are:

- Develop a detailed outline with a clear understanding of the structure of the story and the most important events

- Organize all the important information about characters, the world, magic, and the plot in Scrivener

- Further develop my World Bible (TLOW is supposed to be part of a wider universe of standalones, so there’s a lot to keep track of!) This is mostly a looser goal

- Get at least a little writing done by using the Moon June Prompt List (As well as other prompt lists, if I ever get around to them)