#izadia

The massive black wolf whined at Izadia as he tried once again to pull himself free from the accidental snare he hanged from. How was he to know that the branch he broke was the only thing holding this thick vine to the ground? How was he to know that chasing that squirrel would lead him to snapping said branch? And how was he to know that this would lead to his duffle bag, which held his clothes and was sitting on a branch that was also held down by said branch, would be flung down a ravine?

Simblr Mermay Pt. 1 - Lionfish

I decided I wanted to do my own thing this year, using some ideas I havn't gotten to do in previous years. I hope you all enjoy!

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Simstober / Witchtober Day 11 - Superstition / Ancient Ruins

Broken Mirror: Dress, Shoes, Tights, Necklace

Izadia: Dress, Necklace, Bracelets, Headdress

Mermay Day 30: Totally 80s

Woo what a ride! I had a lot of fun this year, practicing doing real edits and making scenes!

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Halloween was very popular with Freddie and his kin.  Izadia always seemed to love the fun and  the food and the costumes.  Blaine and Liam loved any excuse to be even more goth.  And Freddie loved all of it.  So when Izadia suggested they go to a haunted forest attraction he was so down for it.

It was a wonderful date idea.  They got some food on the way there.  They’d then have their haunting and be home  in time to snuggle.  Perfect.  There were also a couple side trails before the main event.

The side trails were fun, to be sure.  A walk through a graveyard where hauntertainers burst out of the graves to frighten them.  Skeletons propped up in trees.  Lights and sounds, and howling.  The howling was great, whoever was doing it certainly did a good job.  Izadia shrieked and giggled, while Freddie hooted and yelled.  Both delighting in the sudden jolts, and leaning into each other.

This changed once they got to the main attraction.  Freddie, in his infinite wisdom, did not check to see what the main attraction would be.  As they walked out of the forest into the main attraction space a grand carnival was laid out before them.  What Freddie had mistaken for just creepy effects was real.  Carnival music filled the air, lights played off the big top, and the wonders of the Circus of the Damned opened up to them.

Izadia squealed with excitement.  She stopped when she had to pull on Freddie’s hand to get him moving again.  She looked at him with her patented caring expression and worried eyes.  “What’s wrong Freddie?” she asked, her concern like a hammer to his frozen thoughts.

Freddie pulled his face into his dopey grin.  “Nothing, just a little overwhelmed with all the smells.  Caught me off guard.”  He was not the best liar, but this wasn’t exactly a lie.  There were a lot of smells in the air.  Not as many as a real carnival, but still.

They had planned this.  Between her work schedule and her other partners, date nights were not something easily recovered.  And to have this one called short over something as little as his fear of… his fear of…

He saw one.

There they were all menacing and cruel.  The proportions of its body were off, and it laughed with sadistic glee.  Its white face was too big; its smile too wide.  The thing lept from a barrel and reached for a young woman. Every muscle in Freddie’s body tightened.  The young woman screamed.

She fell backward into her girlfriend and they both had a laugh as the clown waved a finger at them.  Next time, it said with its body language, you won’t be so quick.  And the clown pulled itself back into the barrel.

Izadia searched Freddie’s face then smiled.  “Alright, let’s go!”  She pulled him into the fairground.  They played fair games, each modified to be horrific.  A dunking booth where the person in the tank pleaded for you to not throw, and screamed in horror as they were dunked into a tank of piranha.  A game where you shoot a target with an air rifle, but they used a crossbow and the targets were all realistic looking hearts that spouted blood when shot.  A game where an “unwilling” person’s head was sticking out of a hole in a wall and you were given a few stones (bean bags)to pelt them with.  If struck the person would go limp if stoned.  These games all gave horrific little prizes, like a stress ball shaped like a brain or a bag of blood (a novelty juice pack).

If he was in a better mindset he’d wonder how they pulled off the effects.  It was very good in a grindhouse sort of way.  The hauntertainers were professionals and knew just how to sell the act.  But Freddie was not in a better mindset.  The place was infested with clowns.

Sword swallowers, and fire breathes, and jugglers all demonic and violent looking performed to the crowd.  All to the delight of those watching.  Scares thrown in, with “off limits” areas showed horrific and gory displays.  Carnival workers cleaning up a mauled body.  A tent where those daring enough to go in were chased off  by a chainsaw wielding clown.

That was the one that did it.  Freddie saw the bloody and murderous clown come at him with the chainsaw and panicked.  In a moment he was a wolf, tripping and tumbling  out of his clothes.  Whining and howling in fear, trapped in his shirt, which bound his right front leg to his chest, and prevented him from doing anything but scoot along and whimper.

The hauntertainer turned off the chainsaw and called out something Freddie couldn’t  understand.  His jaws snapped at shadows and he bucked hard as someone grabbed him.  Izadia held him softly, “I got you. It’s ok.”

A man in a production t-shirt with a headset on  jogged over with a bottle of water and looked helplessly at Freddie.  Izadia motioned for the man to put the water down.  “He good?” the man mouthed with concern and confusion, not sure what the protocols were for freaking out wolf.  Izadia nodded.

When Freddie stopped whimpering and looked up at her, Izadia shook her head.  “Freddie, if you were that scared we didn’t have to keep going,” she said with her patented mixture of concern and reproach.

When Freddie calmed down enough to resume being human he didn’t look her in the eyes.  “I didn’t want to cut the night short.  You were having so much fun, and I should have been able to keep it together.”

“Freddie,” Izadia said with the same tone.

“Sorry… I’m really afraid of clowns.”

“I knew something was wrong,” Izadia said in a told-ya-so fashion.

“Yeah…  But that’s like a baby fear.  I’m sorry…”  Freddie leaned against her.

“It’s ok.  I’d say we should just go home but I know you Freddie, you won’t listen.  So why don’t we find one of those shooting games and you can win me a stuffed bat as an apology for trying to be the macho tough guy.”  Izadia was a saint for letting Freddie save a little face.

Blain never had a favorite flower until she met Izadia. There is a cliche that the woman you love can inspire you to love what she does, but that was not what did it for Blaine. It was just that Blaine had never known how to look at flowers. Her family was far from sentimental, and flowers were just something you watched grow... or in her case die.

Now as she sat in her truck and chewed on the end of a flavored stick (Freddie had been kind enough to make her a few batches) and looked at the bright sunflowers rising up to greet the day, she saw what Izadia saw. Hope, love, and resilience. Or at least that's what Blaine took from Izadia's joyful ramblings on the flower.

She took a deep breath and wished the little stick actually helped with the cravings. She looked at the flowers who opened and stretched out to call to the sun. Even if it was overcast. Even if it had been overcast all week. They still opened up, let in the bees, and looked to the sky with love towards a sun they couldn't see. A sun they knew loved them back.

N8 gasped.  He had taken to meditating with Izadia or  Rhuakemmaoark, Brutus for short.  Of course he wouldn’t get far without the force.  Still he found it helped clear his mind.  Today he meditated with them both, and they looked to him as he got to his feet shakily.

“What did you see?” asked Brutus.  One day N8 would learn how he got that name, but it didn’t matter at this moment.

“I saw...” he felt parched.  He felt sick.  “I saw you both die.  I saw my brothers gun you down.”  He rubbed a hand over his face.  His head hurt, but only in a certain part.  The part of his mind still lingering in the vision called this part the intruder.

Izadia looked worried, Brutus kept his voice and face calm and placid.  “Why did your brothers do such a thing?”

“They couldn’t help it.  They were compelled.  We had something done to our brains.  Something pushing our buttons like we were,” his voice trailed off and angry bile filled the back of his throat.  “Like we were droids.”

Brutus nodded.  Izadia looked to her teacher and frowned.  “Thank you, N8.  Go get some food and water.”

N8 left, got a meal and thought.  That part of his head wouldn’t stop hurting.  He couldn’t wipe the vision from his mind.  He found Rooster.

“Boss you look like kark,” Rooster assessed him.  N8 told him about the vision, the pain, and asked him if he could modified one of their field medical droids to run more detailed scans.  “Of course I can, N8.  It’s probably just a bad run of your imagination though.  Some sort of left over guilt.”  Rooster was silenced by N8′s stare.

Hours later N8 took his findings to Brutus.  Each trooper on their base had something in their brain.  A biochip.  N8 already had his and his squad’s removed.  “What do you want to do with this info?” he asked his General.

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It was a long day. The jedi that Snaku Unit guarded was a wookie with a name that only he could pronounce. So people called him Brutus. It was as close to his name as possible. And on this day he brought his team to some desolate dry world. He and his padawan were here rooting around for something. He said it was some old jedi artifact.