The days seem to meld into one another until they all seem like MONDAY BUT TODAY IS SATURDAY AND IT'S SCARY CAUSE I HATE MONDAYS AND LOVE SATURDAYS AND DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!!

I'd laugh if my post is shorter than my title...

But it won't be! I promise. And I like to keep my promises!

So update with Icewolf: I've been writing, dying, writing, dying, sleeping, writing, dying. Etc. I've started a sequel to SOF, called Heart of Ice. Elemials (the fire cat story I'm posted) is coming along bit by bit, and I have yet to add my corrections to SOF. Editing is PAiNfuL! And my writer friends would agree. But I want this to be in the best condition if I'm going to consider publishing it, so I'm going to run it by my mom.

She helped me win a contest, so I think she'll help me at least get a chance to be published. *crosses fingers so hard they hurt and I wince*

I'll be trying the same publisher I tried for Outcasts, Flux. And I'll force myself to do research.

Hmmm...what else can I talk about? I can review Captain America...

I saw it yesterday and I have to say, brilliant! Gory at some points and brutal at others, but it was well-done and I enjoyed watching it.

Also, I'm currently reading Book Thief. AMAZING book by the way! It's written in the POV of Death, and it's so interesting. Very long though, I must warn those who would like to read it. Ten parts. XD

Ah well. Signing off!

~Icewolf

Tra la la la

*rubs my eyes* I'm tired, but I guess I'll post, seeing since I haven't done so in a while and I have free time.

Hello again, blogworld! Summer after vacations seem to drag on by. There's school work and then...nothing. Absolutely nothing to do. Honestly, I'd rather be at school where I'm doing SOMETHING. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the extra time to write, but my brain usually dies quickly. Seriously, I got half a page written before I couldn't write any more for fear of writing something like this:

She turned around. He smiled. He stepped forward. Pronoun action. Pronoun verb. Pronoun verb.

Oh, so with my random brain of mine, I relate love to math:

You know it exists but don't understand it until someone comes along and shows you what it means.

BOOM. ~win~

Inora: You are such a dork.
Icewolf: Why, thank you!
Inora: *sighs and falls over*
Icewolf: Oh yeah, when my brain dies, all my characters become lethargic.
Inora: Why am I still here...?
Icewolf: Cause you'll be a character again soon.
Flamdura: She made me into a character again!
Inora: I was NEVER a character to begin with! I never got to be in a story yet! I have no experience!
Icewolf: I know the feeling...
Inora: *glare* No you don't!
Icewolf: Hm? Oh, you. Yeah, but you were one of my strongest non-characaters.
Inora: YOU DON'T HAVE ANY OTHERS.
Icewolf: What is up with you today?!?
Ryia: He's just being his normal self.
Inora: Shut up.
Ryia: See?
Tamiki: Hey, Icewolf, am I still alive?
Icewolf: Of course you are.

See, among the troubles I get when I 'fail' a story, is deciding which characters live or die in my mind. It's kind of sad. In Outcasts, Xela, Kayla, Emmy, and Dragon died to me. Somehow Aurum, Flamdura, Tamiki, and maybe Ironamo lives. It's not something I choose, really, but some characters just simply DIE and I can't use them again. Other I can. Like Flamdummy, he was in Soul of Fire.

Ah, brain died.

~Icewolf

Back

So I'm back from camp, full of the love of Christ. Let's just say I needed this past week to grow closer to God and continue to grow closer.

So, now that SOF is done, I've started another story, but I want to work on it a little before I post about it. Buuuuuttttt....I guess a sneak peak won't hurt...

Prologue

The house stood alone, surrounded by a forest. It was old and falling apart, with some windows broken, and there an absence of a door. In the setting sun’s light the glass from the window cast spider web patterns on the rotting floor inside. The roof had small holes that lent the house a look that resembled an old, tattered sock.

            A figure flitted through the trees, appearing here and there but never still enough for recognition. A smaller shape bounded after it, lithe and agile. Stopping at the worn down house, the forest seemed to hold its breath as a man formed from the figure, a cat by his side.

            He picked his way carefully over the porch. It groaned under his weight, but whispered slightly when the cat padded across it. The pair maneuvered around inside the house until they reached what was a vague impersonation of a kitchen. There was no fridge or stove; only cupboards with their doors torn off violently and tossed onto the floor, a table that had seen better days, and broken chairs. Some chairs tilted to one side due to some legs missing.

            The cat leaped up onto the table soundlessly, and light from one of the many holes in the roofing illuminated its pelt. It was gray like the ashes one finds in a fireplace that has burned out. Meowing, it turned its eyes onto the man, alighting him with two small spheres of orange fire.

            The man did not reply to its query, striding around the table. He traced coffee stains that had been left so long ago. He, too, stepped into a brand of light. His coal black hair rippled in careless waves, and his eyes were equally dark. Skin as pale and as ghostly as webs stretched over this thin frame. A gaunt face contributed to his skeletal profile.

            Again, the cat mewed, this time with more emphasis. The man finally snapped out of his daze, and gave it his attention.

            “You sense it?” he asked. “Yes, so do I.”

            The cat swished its tail, scattering some rotten wood chips that have found their way onto the table.

            “But why hide it here? It doesn’t make sense.”

            Growling, the cat stalked across the surface of the table. Heat pulsed from its fur.

            “Calm down! We don’t want the house to go up in flames!” The man moved to lift the cat off the table, but it dodged him.

            “On second thought…” said the man slowly. He gave the kitchen a second glance. To those who wouldn’t know better it would be the loss of something worthless. To those who would…well…

            “Make it look like an accident,” he told the cat. If they activated the power inside the house, it would add to the power the house already had. That would draw unwanted attention, which was the last thing they needed.

            The cat purred.

            Later, when the fire fighters arrived, they stopped the old Zerlock house from setting the whole forest on fire. One fire fighter bent down, having seen something among the remains. He brushed the back of his hand to remove the copious amounts of ash.

            A small paw print was burned into a still-crackling plank of wood that had once belonged to a table, coffee rings just barely recognizable. 

Mini tutorial

I just felt the random need to post a tutorial for my minis. :) They're basically chibi-based cats/wolves...I really can't do much else. XD For those of you who haven't seen them before here are some samples:

ICF comic, I was bored one time. XD

This is my chibi-cat form, a ginger tabby. I have no idea what I'm wearing, but it looks kinda cool. 

And for the tutorial!!! *click to see bigger*

Step 1: Draw a circle. I personally use guidelines, but that's optional though recommended most highly. Sorry if you can't see that very well...

Step 2: Draw the cheek/chin line, and if you're using the guidelines, you'll see each corner touches the end of one line.

Step 3: Add ears, and a tuft of fur if you desire. The ears start at the top of the head, and end up by the cheek line. 

Step 4: Add oval-ish lines to the ears as shown. 

Step 5: Um...it's kinda hard to explain, but what you're going to do is add eyes. Guideline users: The bottoms of the eyes rest on the horizontal guideline, and evenly apart from the vertical line.

Step 6: Add eyebrows. Essentially it's a curve over the eye, and a straight line from the curve pointing to the corner of the eye you're drawing it to. 

Step 7: Mouths! Later I'll show you more designs. But notice that the mouth is centered on the vertical line.

Step 8: Erase your extra lines and add a blush sort of thing...but that is optional. 

Step 9: Add the body, and erase the tip of the chin. Now, you could leave it like this (I usually do) and add your choice of pattern. But if you wanted to go full out...

Step 10: Draw your limbs and tail in any position

Step 11: Add clothing of desire. 

PATTERNS/DESIGNS

~Enjoy~

I'm back! But not for long :/

Yeah, I leave again next week for camp.

But I've decided that since I'm no longer continuing Outcasts to post the rest of the story for you guys to read if you so desire. SOF is completed, and is now in the (painful) editing process. But shortly I will be working on a couple short stories that I will post. :)

Off to go get caught up in the blogging world!

~Icewolf