Sunday, December 28, 2008
Happy New Year!
Have a happy 2009, and enjoy the last fleeting days of 2008. :o( Make this new year a dedication to the Lord! Happy New Year eveyone!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Gasp!
Someone unknown is visiting my blog! And SOMEONE voted 'what in tarnation are books?' on my poll! :oP I must find them and ban them! Naw, just kidding, but I can't figure out who else is here. Mrlegoguy is, and Phoenix is, but......mysterious.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
My Dragon Story
Here is an excerpt from the dragon story I am writing! Hope you like it!
Birds chirped outside the hollow, and although they would make tasty snacks, none of the dragons pursued them. Today was a warm-wind day, which meant that prey would be plentiful. Alnania ducked under the stalactites and emerged into the sun. It swept down her limbs, obliterating the chill that had been dominating her body in the cave. Alnania swiveled her head as she heard Korcata’s signature roar, meaning that if she kept him waiting any longer he would go alone. Pumping her sparkling wings, the gold dragon swooped up and then down over the wall of rock. She quickly spotted Korcata, for his blood-red scales were a splash of color against the boulders. As she had expected, his gruff voice shrewdly sliced her ears.
“What kept you? If you had been any later all the prey would have died of old age! We have a tribe to feed you know!”
Alnania dipped her head, accustomed to her leader’s rampages. The two lifted off with a majestic beating of wings, and gold clashed with red as the pair soared up into the wind currents. Alnania relished the fresh wind that drove into her face, and she crowed joyously. Korcata grunted but said nothing. Glancing down, Alnania surveyed the vast plains of green and the rocky clusters of their territory. Life is beautiful, she speculated.
Suddenly Korcata rumbled and dived, and as she followed his gaze Alnania beheld a rippling herd of antelope on a hill not too far off. Wheeling, she sped after her leader and soon hovered over the antelope. They galloped westward, knowing full well that if they did not stay in the pack they would be picked off. Korcata eyed the group and circled them, waiting for them to break apart. When nothing transpired, an idea popped into the young dragon’s head and Alnania charged downward, flattening her wings against her body. She forged a path through the horde of antelope, and they scattered, eyes wide with fear and foam flecking their mouths. Taking advantage of this, Korcata swooped and lifted off with a muscular buck. It thrashed and kicked, but soon Korcata’s claws did their work and it slumped in his iron grip. Alnania chose for herself a willowy female, and though she hated killing beasts, it was nature’s way and the dragons had to eat. The rest of the herd trembled and shot away, their hooves sending up clods of dirt.
Alnania sidled up to Korcata and they retreated, not the least bit weighed down by their catch. The two banked and shot away in the direction of camp, brushing the tops of maples gently and side-swiping the slender birches. As they sped by the vast expanses of trees, Korcata rumbled, “Not enough meat on this buck! Scrawny little thing.” Alnania laughed and somersaulted cheerfully; ignoring the disgusted stares she drew from her leader.
Birds chirped outside the hollow, and although they would make tasty snacks, none of the dragons pursued them. Today was a warm-wind day, which meant that prey would be plentiful. Alnania ducked under the stalactites and emerged into the sun. It swept down her limbs, obliterating the chill that had been dominating her body in the cave. Alnania swiveled her head as she heard Korcata’s signature roar, meaning that if she kept him waiting any longer he would go alone. Pumping her sparkling wings, the gold dragon swooped up and then down over the wall of rock. She quickly spotted Korcata, for his blood-red scales were a splash of color against the boulders. As she had expected, his gruff voice shrewdly sliced her ears.
“What kept you? If you had been any later all the prey would have died of old age! We have a tribe to feed you know!”
Alnania dipped her head, accustomed to her leader’s rampages. The two lifted off with a majestic beating of wings, and gold clashed with red as the pair soared up into the wind currents. Alnania relished the fresh wind that drove into her face, and she crowed joyously. Korcata grunted but said nothing. Glancing down, Alnania surveyed the vast plains of green and the rocky clusters of their territory. Life is beautiful, she speculated.
Suddenly Korcata rumbled and dived, and as she followed his gaze Alnania beheld a rippling herd of antelope on a hill not too far off. Wheeling, she sped after her leader and soon hovered over the antelope. They galloped westward, knowing full well that if they did not stay in the pack they would be picked off. Korcata eyed the group and circled them, waiting for them to break apart. When nothing transpired, an idea popped into the young dragon’s head and Alnania charged downward, flattening her wings against her body. She forged a path through the horde of antelope, and they scattered, eyes wide with fear and foam flecking their mouths. Taking advantage of this, Korcata swooped and lifted off with a muscular buck. It thrashed and kicked, but soon Korcata’s claws did their work and it slumped in his iron grip. Alnania chose for herself a willowy female, and though she hated killing beasts, it was nature’s way and the dragons had to eat. The rest of the herd trembled and shot away, their hooves sending up clods of dirt.
Alnania sidled up to Korcata and they retreated, not the least bit weighed down by their catch. The two banked and shot away in the direction of camp, brushing the tops of maples gently and side-swiping the slender birches. As they sped by the vast expanses of trees, Korcata rumbled, “Not enough meat on this buck! Scrawny little thing.” Alnania laughed and somersaulted cheerfully; ignoring the disgusted stares she drew from her leader.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Book Review-Warriors
If you haven't noticed that I am a warriors fan, I must say that you are quite non-observant. :o) For those who don't know, Warriors is a series of books about cats that I read. They are WONDERFUL, so look for them at your bookstore! That's why my name is 'Flamestar' and my blogspot is 'warriorsrefuge'. Check out the books today!
My Hobbies
Hi! Here is a bit about me, and what I like to do. And also note that I will NOT give out any personal info on this blog, so don't bother asking where I live or what I look like. My hobbies....
Karate-I am now a brown belt in my karate class, and I enjoy it!
Writing-I am in the middle of writing several books at the moment.
Singing-I love to sing, although there is a certain friend I don't dare sing around, because her voice is so amazing it makes mine look...ahem...terrible. :o)
Reading-I love to read books!
I'm new at this blog thing, so bear with me while I come up with some ideas!
Karate-I am now a brown belt in my karate class, and I enjoy it!
Writing-I am in the middle of writing several books at the moment.
Singing-I love to sing, although there is a certain friend I don't dare sing around, because her voice is so amazing it makes mine look...ahem...terrible. :o)
Reading-I love to read books!
I'm new at this blog thing, so bear with me while I come up with some ideas!
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