Motherfucking CQ. Please stop torturing us.

Well I kinda sorta wrote and cooked myself in to unconsciousness, three holidays and no breaks. Oh, but now I have to go back and review what I wrote and make sure it's safe to see the light of day.

Merry Christmas. (Skyvec shall never die!)

The wolf goes flying past suddenly. "Hey Sol, bye Sol." He hits a rock and stops.

I just imagined the squids trying to recruit their own "Third" to counter the uniquely flexible Avec. It does not go well until they limit it to the squidlings that can go longer than five minutes with out being driven insane while doing nothing but watching the other squidlings. They still fail to stop Avec from learning about them, and counter mimicking them.

Avec, help. Avec wound up in the part of my brain that handles connections and I called my mom Blackjack. He keeps messing with the whole associations thing and trying to figure out how it works. Help!

"Nope. At least none that can find you through me any ways." A Tear opens up revealing a cemetery. "No clue on Harlequin or others. Then again, all I know about your future is death will haunt you forever. Wish I could tell you more."

"Well you kind of already did." The wolf examines the unicorn carefully. "I think you broke his jaw." The wolf picks him up by his mane carefully and places him on his back. "I am going to drop him off at his proper time and just wait for him to wake up. You take care of yourself, okay Sol?"