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  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Cat
  • Reading: My screen
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  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: Chicken noodle soup
  • Drinking: Honeyed tea

I just got home with Athena from the Animal Hospital. Turns out that Athena had one flea, and there is an extremely high likelihood that the carpets in my house here have larvae or eggs of fleas due to the bio-terrorist that lived in the apartment before we moved in. Athena also had tapeworms and some tartar, but the vet gave her a pill for the worms and some treats for me to help get rid of the tartar buildup. A quick dose of Revolution, and next month I am to dose her with Revolution again to make sure that the apartment and she are both clean of fleas.

Turns out that I was not allergic to her WrmClear, but instead I have an allergy to the flea saliva. It's very common, so at least I know why I'm suffering too! The WrmClear by HomeoPet did not cure her of worms at all, more or less it just helped her pass more out faster.

So proud of my fluffy baby, as she did not bite, hiss, scratch, or even cry the entire time we were at the hospital! She cried non-stop on the way to and from, but that's because every time she has been in a car before she was on her way to a house to be abandoned by her owner and given to some new person. Poor baby thought I was going to leave her!

She is so happy to be home now, our visit to the vet was less than an hour long. I have gotten purrs, head bonks, and gave a few scritches and some treats.

In other news, I have been commissioned! I am currently working on making two baby sets that consist of a sweater, hat, and booties for two different people going to a baby shower in May. It's so exciting! I started the hat this morning, and by tonight I should have both hats done. The patterns are very simple, the only challenging thing is going to be the sweaters, honestly.

I have been working on my goal of 100 items, and I currently have 87 out of 100 made. That particular project is on hold for a few days while I make the baby sets.

I'm very tired, I've been logging so many hours at work it's been ridiculous. Today was my only day off, and I've been up since seven, already worked on a baby hat, been to the vet and back, chatted with my brother about his upcoming vet visit, and now I'm about to have lunch. Then, I'm thinking it's nap time. Seriously. I'm bushed. I have one more errand to run this afternoon, as my brother needs to borrow my kitty carrier for his vet visit tomorrow. Then it's relaxation, dinner, and more relaxation before sleep. I work the next five days in a row, and there is a 98% chance I have to work on Sunday too due to it being the end of the month, the time when the social assistance cheques are sent out and everybody comes to the mall in herds.

Lots going on, and I have no idea how I've been able to juggle work, home cleaning, and crafting, among other things. But at least some of it is finally settling down.
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Little Miss Sunshine

She really was a little ball of sunshine the moment her mother figure wasn’t around. A toothy smile could be found under a mass of white hair that was nearly always a mess, midnight blue eyes that were surprisingly bright despite their deep color. She was always stick-thin, and I strongly wondered if it was just the way her body was, or if it was a byproduct of malnutrition.

I didn’t trust her “Aishin” one ounce.

It’s not that she wasn’t a decent lady; it’s just that every time I saw her with Little Miss Sunshine, she was always scolding her, berating her for something small, or pushing her away. Not once did I EVER see her scoop up her child, cuddle her, hug her, or show any sort of genuine affection for her. Oh, she had plenty for her younger daughter, but none for my Little Miss Sunshine.

I didn’t understand it one bit.

I grew up in a household where it didn’t matter if you had parents or not, there was a loving adult around that would care for you. If a babe cried, there were adults there to soothe and comfort them, care for their hurts. If a babe was sick, they were given immediate medical attention and tended until they were back to full health. No babe missed a meal, no babe was without playmates or things to do.

Except for Keenan Brightblade. My Little Miss Sunshine.

She was an adorable little ragamuffin with insatiable curiosity. I honestly believe it w
as because of the importance of her parental figures that she was ostracized from the other babes her age, and her Aishin was less than openly hospitable. Kind, but not very nice. She would not refuse a stranger a meal, but she wouldn’t welcome them straight to the table either. I honestly had no idea why her mate thought her suitable, but I didn’t have a mate yet either… So how could I judge that?

Her father being the leading master blacksmith and martial trainer, he was always busy with something and it was very difficult for little Keenan to get time with him outside of either training physically along or working in the forge herself. Her mother was a Guardian, and devoted all of her time to that, her younger daughter, and to her husband. Keenan was more or less left to look after herself unless her father had enough time to care for her himself. Moreover, her mother didn’t care a whit even when Keenan had accidents and hurt herself, not even when bones were broken.

That was the reason I wanted to adopt her. I wasn’t certain how it would work out, being that I was not yet mated or married; I didn’t even have a steady girlfriend or mating interest yet.

I just wanted to adopt the little girl and get her out of harm’s way. Or her mother’s way, depending on which way you squint. The day Keenan came in crying with her arm broken was the day that cemented my decision to appeal to the King for adopting her.

I noticed her walking in, huge tears rolling down her cheeks and her left arm at a very awkward angle. Not wasting any time, I carefully scooped her right up and took her to Shen to get her arm set. She sobbed her little seven year old heart out into my chest as Shen cared for her as fast as he could. It was obviously broken very badly, as it was taking him several minutes to get her numbed enough where he could start working… As broken as my heart was to hear that her Aishin had sent her to the house to get herself looked after instead of coming in with her to care for Keenan.

Well over an hour later, I carried the sniffling, very tired Keenan in my arms down the stairs to go and get a nice snack and watch some cartoons. I made her favorite; grilled apple slices with cheddar cheese, an extra large cup of honeyed coconut and almond tea, and some vanilla cookies from the jar fresh honey cream for dipping. With snacks and her in hand, I wandered off to a quiet lounge area of the huge house and settled in. Pillows and a couple of blankets and the remote in hand, we cuddled up and watched some cartoons and surfed the guide for a movie to watch later.

Jesse made her whole day by doodling all over her cast with a marker.

We actually ended up just crashing there for the night, in the morning I made sure she got a bath, breakfast, and a clean change of clothing before letting her run around as much as she wanted to. She more or less stayed close to Leelu, myself, or Jesse whenever possible. While she was off on her adventures with Leelu, I drafted a formal adoption proposal and delivered it to the King’s office myself. Within hours, I was summoned to a meeting regarding my submission.

It was heartbreaking to hear that I was being denied on the basis that she had two able-bodied parents, and her father loved her…

We simply did not have a foster care system in place where I could just pluck her up and adopt her out from her home…

It wasn’t fair.

I was denied the second time when Keenan showed up screaming because she had an “accident” of something that robbed her sight out of her left eye. I couldn’t legally prove her mother did it to her, even though her scent was all over that side of her face.

It broke my heart to see my Little Miss Sunshine dim every day she had to remain under her mother’s care.

It just wasn’t right.
Little Miss Sunshine
Not nearly as happy as it's titled, told by Cefiro Grave. He's more or less a goofball of the house, always playing pranks with his twin sister, but there are some things that he refuses to find funny.

Child abuse is one of them.

Child abuse is never okay. It is NEVER acceptable. There is NEVER a legitimate reason of any sort for it. It is NOT the child's fault for any reason.

If you know somebody that is going through any sort of abuse, please do reach out to them to help them find the strength to report it.

All characters belong to me, Shadowknife7.
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  • Mood: Pissed Off
  • Listening to: Cat
  • Reading: My screen
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: Something
  • Drinking: Honeyed green tea
Yes, it's another work rant. You've been warned. LOTS OF SWEARING BELOW THIS LINE!

My manager has become a special Grade A asshole.

She never used to be like this, until she became the manager of the store.

I know I went through a mountain of shit at my last job before this, but why the FUCK did I leave that place for this fucking bullshit? Seriously? Why the fuck did I leave it for this? At least there I knew the daily fucking grind and I knew who was going to be a lazy fuck and who would do something so I didn't have to do everything myself.

I'm pissed. Every single day I regret leaving my last job, because I'm sick of the way I'm being treated at this one. It's fucking stupid. WHO TREATS THEIR STRONG WORKER THAT HAS OPEN AVAILABILITY AND NEVER CALLS IN SICK UNLESS IN EXTREME CASES LIKE SHIT EVERY DAY?!
 
Lots of people, yes. I fucking know.

Today just kinda put the icing on my shitty fucking work cake.

I got blasted and treated like royal shit because the dumb asshole got blasted by the owner because SHE didn't troubleshoot a problem BEFORE calling a technician in, so you know shit just HAD to roll down the fucking hill. I'm done with her.

I need a new job desperately. I seriously visualized grabbing her by the back of her head and smashing her face off the counter when she fucking was giving me the silent treatment again.

I'm so done.

I need to pass out more resumes.
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Messing Around


I was completely shocked when I first began to dig into historical accounts of Giants and Dragons in an older wing of my university’s library. I had a 5000 word essay due regarding fact versus fiction with mythological creatures over the last 1500 years.
Needless to say, it was a massive chunk of history to sum up in just so few words. I had hoped to get the bulk of my information from the university’s library first, and then follow up with the remainder of my sources in local newspapers and the town’s library and museum (which dubiously claimed to have remains of a pot that belonged to a Giant).

Making my way to the index, I began searching titles of books that might help me along my way, but my interest was attracted to a pair of young men laughing quietly at a table very near the section I was headed to rummage shortly. They were skimming over a pair of books, and laughing! Twice the librarian hushed them, and they both apologized. I was curious, as I recognized the darker brunette from my own history class. The other one, I had seen him in my literature class, looking rather bored four seats over, practically face-planted on his desk. Although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was obvious they found the books hilarious.

I made note of several titles that I needed to browse, and began my search immediately. I only had two weeks to get it done, and I was determined to finish it before the deadline to get extra credit. My writing skills were not the best, so any extra points I could score would be extremely helpful. I began browsing, making notes numbers, authors, and annotations, everything that I could possibly use. Before I knew it, four hours had gone by and a quiet sound of a throat clearing nearly gave me a heart attack. I looked up, not expecting to see the brunette with midnight eyes.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon. Markus and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for lunch…Peter,
isn’t it? We have the same history class I believe.”

“Oh! Yes, we do. Thank you for the invitation…?” I felt awful for not knowing his name.
“Harold. Harold Rashen.” He smiled warmly, not offended at all.

He helped me put away the remaining books, having gleaned all that I could before lunch. I was shocked, he and Markus seemed surprisingly open and welcoming to a total stranger. It was that same day that I learned that Markus was attending part time, and Harold was more or less forced into school at his parents’ demands. It was that or military school, he told me.

Both were odd ducks, and that suited me just fine.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks later we had become very good friends, a very pleasant surprise indeed. I learned how to use a hookah correctly from Harold, who when terribly bored was not opposed to alternate recreational activities. Markus was a bit more responsible, but did not refrain from a few hauls every now and again.

Both of them enjoyed tossing around conspiracy theories, and throwing in myths from what we had learned only made them juicier. Markus’ favorites involved Giants and Genies or Djinn, while Harold happily tossed in Greek deities and Dragons. I had no idea what to make of any of their theories, as some seemed plausible, but others were just plain nuts.

Imagine my surprise on a sunny afternoon with the hookah when Markus sneezed and the bed broke. It seemed like he literally doubled in size after sneezing for a minute, then shook his head and was suddenly human-sized again. Harold roared laughing and took another haul.

I chalked it up to smoking far, far too much that afternoon. I was starting to see things…

The next morning, the bed wasn’t broken, so it couldn’t have happened after all.

~~~~~~~~~

The end of the semester was a bittersweet parting; Markus had to drop out due to family obligations, and Harold it seemed was being yanked out for military school after all. (His family had somehow heard of his rampant recreational activity…) I continued on with my education for several more years, and then completed my residency. Finally I began m career as an emergency room doctor.  I kept in contact with Harold and Markus through letters and the occasional phone call they would make.

My entire life changed the day I got a phone call from my pregnant wife that Harold was at the house and asking when I would be home. Needless to say I hurried home, eager to see my friend. I was shocked… Harold did not look a day older than the last time I had seen him years ago.

Literally there were no changes in his face or body, other than he had put on muscle mass and he needed a hair cut soon.

“Hello Peter, long time no see hmm?” Even his voice was the same.

“Hi Harold, how are you? It’s so good to see you!” I could not help but smile warmly.

“I am quite well. I actually wanted to offer you a job… you are a bright young man and I think you would pick it up quickly.” A lopsided smile as he sipped his tea and waited for my response.

“A job? Family business needs a new employee in the medical field?” I was surprised to say the least.

“Oh, something like that. Remember that day we were in your dorm and Markus broke the bed?”

“…That was a hallucination.”

“Nope. I fixed the bed while you were asleep, because I laced your coffee with an herbal sedative.”

I blinked, totally shocked.

Not a hallucination?

“You…you fucker. You laughed at me for freaking out!”

“Welcome to the team, Doc. Oh, and my name isn’t Harold. It’s Shen.”
Messing Around
Warning! Recreational drug use mentioned!

In which we find out that a young Dr. Peter Smith indeed had fun with some Big Critters in university and never realized it too well until years down the road when Shen came back knocking on his door in person.

All chars belong to me, Shadowknife7.
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Anna Cefiro
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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A strange lass that wants nothing more than to be content and write.

Current Residence: Canada
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Favourite genre of music: Just about anything
Favourite photographer: *ZoranPhoto
Favourite style of art: Traditional pencil and paper
Operating System: Compaq
MP3 player of choice: One that works
Shell of choice: Seashells are pretty
Wallpaper of choice: Draconic
Skin of choice: My own
Favourite cartoon character: Remy Lebeau (Gambit)
Personal Quote: Muses do not let me sleep...
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  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Cat
  • Reading: My screen
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: Chicken noodle soup
  • Drinking: Honeyed tea

I just got home with Athena from the Animal Hospital. Turns out that Athena had one flea, and there is an extremely high likelihood that the carpets in my house here have larvae or eggs of fleas due to the bio-terrorist that lived in the apartment before we moved in. Athena also had tapeworms and some tartar, but the vet gave her a pill for the worms and some treats for me to help get rid of the tartar buildup. A quick dose of Revolution, and next month I am to dose her with Revolution again to make sure that the apartment and she are both clean of fleas.

Turns out that I was not allergic to her WrmClear, but instead I have an allergy to the flea saliva. It's very common, so at least I know why I'm suffering too! The WrmClear by HomeoPet did not cure her of worms at all, more or less it just helped her pass more out faster.

So proud of my fluffy baby, as she did not bite, hiss, scratch, or even cry the entire time we were at the hospital! She cried non-stop on the way to and from, but that's because every time she has been in a car before she was on her way to a house to be abandoned by her owner and given to some new person. Poor baby thought I was going to leave her!

She is so happy to be home now, our visit to the vet was less than an hour long. I have gotten purrs, head bonks, and gave a few scritches and some treats.

In other news, I have been commissioned! I am currently working on making two baby sets that consist of a sweater, hat, and booties for two different people going to a baby shower in May. It's so exciting! I started the hat this morning, and by tonight I should have both hats done. The patterns are very simple, the only challenging thing is going to be the sweaters, honestly.

I have been working on my goal of 100 items, and I currently have 87 out of 100 made. That particular project is on hold for a few days while I make the baby sets.

I'm very tired, I've been logging so many hours at work it's been ridiculous. Today was my only day off, and I've been up since seven, already worked on a baby hat, been to the vet and back, chatted with my brother about his upcoming vet visit, and now I'm about to have lunch. Then, I'm thinking it's nap time. Seriously. I'm bushed. I have one more errand to run this afternoon, as my brother needs to borrow my kitty carrier for his vet visit tomorrow. Then it's relaxation, dinner, and more relaxation before sleep. I work the next five days in a row, and there is a 98% chance I have to work on Sunday too due to it being the end of the month, the time when the social assistance cheques are sent out and everybody comes to the mall in herds.

Lots going on, and I have no idea how I've been able to juggle work, home cleaning, and crafting, among other things. But at least some of it is finally settling down.

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