# 7.5 Day 3 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Hello Audience!

Welcome back to my page a day story of 2013 Challenge! It was LONG overdue, and I hope I didn’t upset anyone with the delay!!

Anywho, we are now on Page 3!

If you have yet to read the previous pages, you should hustle off and read it on the NEW DIRECTORY PAGE!!!….found –here– and then you can jump back to this page once you’re all caught up!

***DISCLAIMER***
Prepare to have the urge to rip your eyes our, fellow OCD readers, for the amount of typos you will encounter in this passage is going to BLOW YOUR MIND! At some point here soon, I may decide to go in and edit it properly, but for now I’m just going to let it ride =3

That just about wraps up the review, so without further delay, I present to you Page 3 of my 365 page book.

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Leighton led Ryker through the thick of the forestry, through small streams and mud to cover their scent. When she finally rested at the edge of civilization, they were both filthy and winded. Every rustle, every snap of a branch felt like the Hunt was closing in on them. Leighton could feel the pull of the Hunt, willing her to face her Raja with dignity and explain her case to him rationally. She ignored it.

“We have to keep moving,” she declared.

Ryker, still catching his breath, stood doubled over, hands placed firmly on his knees. “We aren’t exactly dressed for the remainder of this trip.”

Leighton could see the dim glow of street lights that signified the edge of the forest. The lights were drowned out periodically by the passing of cars, the air tainted with a carbon monoxide pollution that was unknown to the forest.

With a sigh, she nodded. “You’re right We need clothes. Do you know where we are?”

Ryker looked at her blankly. “No. Should I?”

A shudder ran up Leighton’s back. “We’re in a state park 20 miles east from school.”

That same blank look stayed upon Ryker’s face. “How’d we get so far from the Plains?”

“You live near there, right?” Leighton asked, ignoring his inquiry. She couldn’t help but sound a bit impatient. Aside from the musky scent of confusion wafting from him, she could scent little else emotion from him. He didn’t truly understand the danger they were in, but how could he?

Ryker nodded cautiously. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Leighton amended. “We should go to your place for clothing.” She turned towards the road.

Ryker started. “Wait, what? No. I have family, Leighton. A little sister, parents, a dog. We can’t just go sauntering into my home looking like this.”

She waved her hand at his concern. “It’ll be no problem for me to get into a window.”

“My room is on the second floor,” Ryker retorted.

“I’ll climb.”

He crossed his arms. “You’re going to crawl through my bedroom window and steal my clothes without no one in the neighborhood seeing you?”

“You didn’t even know werewolves existed until today, Ryker. We know how to keep ourselves hidden.”

Ryker noticed that Leighton had a primal fierceness about her tonight that he had never noticed before. He wondered if she’d be like this the next time he saw her naked. “Okay, okay, whatever you say. How are we getting there? You said it was 20 miles away. It’d take hours to walk, and we can hardly hitchhike.”

Leighton looked up at the half moon peeking through the thinning foliage. “I guess it’s about time I give you some proof.”

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#6.5 Day 2 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Hello Audience!

Welcome back to my page a day story of 2013 Challenge! We are now on Page 2!

If you have yet to read Page 1, you should mosie off and read it –here– and then you’ll be all caught up!

***DISCLAIMER***
Prepare to have the urge to rip your eyes our, fellow OCD readers, for the amount of typos you will encounter in this passage is going to BLOW YOUR MIND! At some point here soon, I may decide to go in and edit it properly, but for now I’m just going to let it ride =3

If you’re all caught up, without further ado, I present to you Page 2 of my 365 page book.

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The silence that followed Leighton’s words was palpable. “A…a w-werewolf?” Ryker looked down at his blood soaked body. “What…what the hell? Lei, werewolves don’t exist!” Leighton looked into his eyes. She looked sad, Ryker thought, and more than a little scared, but not crazy.

She nodded. “They do. I need for you to trust me on this, Ryker. Werewolves, vampires, fae, they’re all real.” She held out her hand. “Can you stand?”

Ryker nodded and grasped her hand. With some effort, he was standing beside her. His heart was pounding. With what emotion? He didn’t know. “Okay…so…paranormal beings. They’re real?”

Leighton nodded again. “And the more you believe, the better for the both of us.”

Ryker didn’t believe. These tings don’t exist. He knew that. But Leighton sounded sincere, and that unnerved him. “Leighton, are you okay? Did you hit your read or something?”

Leighton brushed her lank hair away from her glowing eyes. “No, Ryker. I am not okay, nor did I ‘bump my head’.” She glared pointedly at him. “I know you don’t believe me. I can smell your doubt. I don’t expect you to. But just hear me out on this. Please?” Ryker didn’t know what to say or do, so he just nodded. She seemed satisfied with that response. “Good, but now we have to move. We’ve been here too long. The Hunt will be here soon.” She set off to the treeline.

“The hunt?” Ryker asked, following behind. He couldn’t help but stare at Leighton as she sauntered purposefully for cover. Her curves were slight, and her long black hair glistened in the moonlight as it danced with her stride. The blood marking her naked fair skin shone like rubies set into pale alabaster.

“Not ‘hunt’. Hunt,” Leighton corrected. “Proper noun. It’s the name of a werewolf route. Fiction novels call us ‘packs’, but that’s a label better suited for regular wolves. The Hunt’s Raja–their Alpha–can tell when one of his pups, called ‘kiriks’, draws blood. They’ll be here soon.”

“Why are we running from your Hunt? Can’t they help us?” Ryker inquired, stepping over a snaking tree root as they strode into the forestry.

“No. If they find us like this, they’ll kill me. And then you.” Ryker’s stomach twisted at the thought. “They cannot find out, at least, not until we find a good cover.”

“How do you know? What if I’m not a werewolf?” Ryker asked.

“You are.” Leighton stopped. “Lycanthropy is like a disease or poison if rejected. When a human is attacked by a werewolf, one of two things will happen. One, the human’s body will reject the infection, and they’ll die painfully, or two, their body will accept the infection and begin the process of changing the human’s chemical makeup into that of a lycanthrope, like fast healing. That’s why you woke up with no wounds. Your body accepted the Change.” She said “Change” like she said “Hunt”, with an emphasis that could only be given to proper nouns. “Do you still have that headache? That pain?”

Ryker took the time to assess his body. He was shocked to notice that he didn’t have a headache anymore, he didn’t really hurt at all. “No.”

Leighton nodded. “Another side effect of the change. You’ll feel great for a while.”

“A while?”

“Well you can’t expect and entire change in species to go effortlessly, can you?”

He shrugged. “I can hope.”

Leighton shook her head and began walking once more. “The seven days leading up to your first full moon will be the worst you’ve ever lived. The Hunt calls it ‘The Dying Bay of the Rising Wolf’, because it feels like you’re dying, to be reborn as a werewolf. It ends with your first Change on the night of Mangetsu–the Full Moon.”

“What will stop them? From finding us, I mean. If your Alpha can sense his ‘kickies’, or whatever you called them, what’s to stop him from finding us wherever we go?”

Leighton sailed over a fallen tree trunk with a grace that left Ryker scrambling to keep up. “Kiriks, not kickies. And I said he can sense when we draw blood. The Raja isn’t some weird Big Brother type. He’ll go to where he sensed the blood was spilled, and send his brigade of officers, the “Ryodan”, out to track us by scent.”

Ryker’s head was spinning with all of the new terminology. Could Leighton really be making all of this up on the spot? “Can you outrun the Raja?”

Leighton shook her head. “Not for too long. We can throw him off of our trail for a while. Run through some rivers or take a cab to cut off our scent trail.” She looked bleak. “But that won’t stop him forever.”

“What are we doing right now?” Ryker asked. He watched as Leighton dipped low to the ground. He couldn’t stop himself from trailing his gaze over the swell of her bare hips, speckled with the light of the moon shining through tree tops. Her skin seemed–

“Stop staring at me!”

Leighton’s exclamation startled Ryker out of his reverie, and he could feel the heat of blush snaking it’s way across his cheeks. “I…sorry.” He averted his gaze, as she stood.

“Look, I’ll get clothes as soon as I can. I shredded what I was wearing before.” She turned back to Ryker, making an effort to cover her privy areas. “I know this is all very weird to you. Waking up bloody in a field to your girlfriend fretting around naked on what was supposed to be your first date with her just isn’t normal. And the fact that not only is she a werewolf, but now you are as well cannot be making your time with me any better.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” Ryker replied.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Ryker. I can smell your disbelief.” She sounded indignant.

Ryker sighed. “Look. You gotta admit, all of this sounds pretty far fetched, but I’m trying to deal here. A few hours ago, I was just a normal guy getting ready to go out on a date with his almost girlfriend. Before I know it, I’m waking up to her, naked and splattered in blood, and all you have to say is that we’re werewolves with nothing to prove it by. Am I really supposed to believe this story your spilling?”

Leighton looked over her shoulder, listening to something far off that Ryker couldn’t hear. Turning back, her gaze was shining with apprehension. “Okay, okay, I get it. And I’ll prove it to you. I’ll prove it all, but first we have to get out of here.”

Ryker paused a beat, not sure what to believe. After a moment, he gave one slow nod. “Okay.”

Leighton exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“So…now what?” Ryker asked.

Leighton turned. “Now? We run.” She bounded into the forest of trees, Ryker hustling to keep her in sight.

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#5.5 Day 1 of 365 Day Challenge!

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Okay! Hello Audience!

I announced earlier today that I would be taking on a challenge!! A 365 page book, 1 page a day, for the entire year of 2013! Crazy, right!?

Well, I was thinking of the way I’d go about doing this, and since it’s not technically my blog itself, but I’ll be posting it here, I ought to distinguish it from my normal blog posts! So, I will be labeling these particular “challenge” posts in a “.1 manner” Example: my last most was post #5, so this post will be post 5.1…or should it be 5.5? Ack! Decisions.

***DISCLAIMER***
Prepare to have the urge to rip your eyes our, fellow OCD readers, for the amount of typos you will encounter in this passage is going to BLOW YOUR MIND! At some point here soon, I may decide to go in and edit it properly, but for now I’m just going to let it ride =3

Oh well, I’ll figure it out! Without further ado, I present to you Page 1 of my 365 page book.
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Ryker’s blurry vision wavered in and out of consciousness, and he was painfully aware of the headache splitting his skull in half. He felt the coolness of Spring grass and moist earth seeping through his plain black T-shirt. He was on his back. What happened? he wondered distantly. He slowly assessed his surroundings, recalling what little he learned in his Sophomore Wellness class. “Move the ENTIRE upper body, not just the neck, or you risk further injury to the cranium.” What teacher was that again? It didn’t matter. He made sure not to move his neck, taking in the moon shining in the clear night sky, stars scattered like glitter on his little sisters science fair project. A soft, cool wind ruffled his sandy blonde hair, long passed due for a trim. That same light wind breezed over his chest, and he felt it tickling against his nipples. Not possible, he thought. He could feel his shirt pressed against him on the ground below.

Before he could further inquire about the abnormality, he heard a squeaking chatter off to his side. Focusing on the noise, he could tell it was a voice, and a high pitch one at that. It set his brain on fire, grating like nails on a chalkboard. As slowly as he could, he propped himself up on his elbows. The squeaking ceased, then shattered the night as the voice shouted, “Oh GOD, Ryker! You’re awake! OH GOD!!”

Hands helped him raise gingerly to a sitting, and the unmistakable aroma of blood laced the night. The wind caressed his unmistakably bare chest, and he allowed his head to loll forward in an attempt to stave off pain, but to no avail. He half expected his head to roll away from his shoulders; half wanted it to happen, too. The pain was too immense, and despite further agony, he threw his body to the side, heaving his guts onto the ground.

Frantic hands patted Ryker in odd places and succeeded in doing nothing more than annoying him. “Stop…touching…me.”

The hands ceased, but the chatter took its place. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The moon it’s not…Oh, God. Oh, God! What so I say? What do I do!” The girl’s voice drones on like a paranoid squirrel, and Ryker could see her pacing in the pale moonlight at the periphery of his vision.

Turning slowly, he looked up painfully at the fretting around what looked to be a clearing in some rural area. He didn’t know there were places like this in New York, but he could hear the distant city traffic as soon as he thought to listen for it. They weren’t far from civilization. Unfortunately, he knew they weren’t going towards it any time soon. The girl was naked, and not just a high school boy’s fantasy of naked: bra and panties still warn, but slipping dangerously and teasingly. She was truly naked, clothing nowhere to be found. Blood spattered her body in intervals, smearing along her collar bone, and down the left swell of her breast. She looked off in the distance towards the sounds of city life, her eyes glowing ethereally in the moonlight. Shoulder length black hair matted with blood stuck to her jawline. He wanted to dwell on the feral attraction he felt towards the girl in from of him, but something seemingly more important clouded his priorities. He knew who she was. What was her name again?

His head pounded with the effort of thought. “Lee…leah…”

The girl looked down at Ryker, confusion painting her face. “Ryker?” He took a step toward him, leaning to smooth a lank tress of hair back from his face. “Honey, it’s me. Leighton.”

Leighton. So that was her name. He remembered who she was. His almost girlfriend. She’d asked him, because he was too much of a coward to ask her. They were supposed or go on their first date soon. Or was that tonight? “Leighton….Lei, what happened.”

The panic that had began to recede filled Leighton’s eyes once more, her eyes widening in a frantic fear. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, Ryker, you have to believe me. I don’t know. This is bad, like, really bad. If you died–”

“Died?” Ryker’s head was pounding. “I’m not dead.”

Leighton looked into Ryker’s eyes, terror alight within them. “In a way, that’s worse,” she whispered.

The breeze picked up, and Ryker could feel his nipples hardening under the Spring gusts. “What do you mean?” He looked down at his chest and could see the impression his heart made against his skin as it sped in fear. He was covered in blood, he shirt torn away to viciously that he wore it like a jacket. There were no wounds on his skin, but he had a sick feeling that the blood was still his. He looked back up at Leighton in a fear that mirrored her own. “What’s going on?”

Leighton’s features gave way to sympathy and sadness. “Ry…I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just…” She let the sentence drift off, raising her blood-bathed hand to Ryker’s face again.

Ryker caught her hand before she made contact. “What’s going on?”

Leighton stood, pulling her hand from his grip. “Ryker, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t want you to know…”

“Know what?!” The racket of shouting cracked against Ryker’s skull like a hammer, but he fought to ignore it.

“That…” Leighton took a deep breath. “Ryker, I’m a werewolf.” Sympathy filled her eyes once more as she met Ryker’s gaze. “And now, so are you.”

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#5. First post of 2013 — My First Milestone!

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Greetings, audience!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *pops streamers, throws confetti, blows that colorful honky thingy that rolls up every time I inhale*

Yay! My first milestone since starting this blog. Posting in the New year. How is everyone doing? I hope you didn’t get too conked out as your respective parties last night. I spent my evening sober, but writing. Watched the ball drop via Skype with my family, and my significant other gave me a big smooch (<3). We toasted sparkling cider to the New Year, and slept peacefully soon after.

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Now I’m sure most of you have seen this quote circulating around the internets recently: “Today is the first blank page of a 365 page book, make sure you write a good story.” or some rendition of that.

I imagine that the quote itself is purely hypothetical, but I’m thinking of doing something crazy. Now, hear me out on this, but what if I were to actually WRITE one page of a story every day this year and make a 365 page book for this year? Crazy, I know, but it would be exactly what I need to complete my writing everyday resolution. So I’m thinking of going for it. One page a day, starting immediately after this blog goes live. Oh, and one more thing, like every day of the year, I’m just gonna let this story ride. No one knows what’s going to happen to them every day of their life in a year, so why should writing this story be any different. I’m going to string together page after page each day and let the story write itself (Muses, start your engines!!). I will do my best to upload each page here everyday, so you all can track my progress =3

So who’s with me? Surely I’m not the only person wacky enough to embark on this amazing feat. If I am, well, moral support is always welcome and appreciated.

Wish me luck, audience!

Signing off,
Panda

#4. The New Year!…And All It Entails

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Happy New Year, audience!!

Wow, wow, wow. What a year it’s been.

It has been wrought with highs and lows for us all, I am sure. With so many headliners coloring the news, we certainly have a lot of labels to remember 2012 by: Hurricane Sandy, the Olympics, the Presidential Election, the tragedy in Connecticut, the list goes on. I’d just like to do a quick recap of my pinnacle moments this year, and follow up with my plans for the impending year.

2012 Highs:

1.) MTAC. Many of you might not know what this is. It’s an anime convention I go to every year in Nashville, TN. Super fun, and I’m able to just kick back and have tons of fun with my friends.

2.) Singing. So, I love to sing. Unfortunately, I suffer from extreme stage fright. My significant other ruthlessly pressured (not really) me into singing in a competition. Shaky as I was, I sang my way to victory! Yay!

3.) My Birthday. Yes, I know we all have those every year, but specifically, my significant other bought me a new violin! I absolutely love it~

4.) NaNoWriMo. Oh my, I cannot begin to explain how this NaNo season impacted my year. In my first post on this blog, I told of how this NaNo was so much better than passed years. I joined a community of fellow NaNomites while in a particularly somber state of mind. I didn’t think I had the energy to complete NaNo this year, but they pulled me through. I am still so thankful for their support and camaraderie.

5.) Thanksgiving. I had two dinners. That is all 🙂

6.) Curiosity Quills’ NaNoVirtuosos Competition ’13. I was just recently notified that I made it through to round 2! I would like to thank those of you who voted for me, and please please please wish me luck in the following rounds.

7.) Travelling, and Writing all the While. I’ve mentioned in my last blog that I travel immensely with my significant other. Thisvopens the door to so many landscapes, so many different slices of life and ambient atmospheres. They each give off their own aura, bringing with them a plethora of motivation and emotion to write by. Travelling has made me a better writer, and I couldn’t ask for much more.

2012 Lows:

1.) Missing Family Milestones. Unfortunately, traveling makes it hard to make it to my family milestones. I missed two graduations, all of my siblings’ birthdays, and a family reunion. I was lucky enough to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them, but I will miss watching the ball drop to the New Year with the family tonight, as I am back over the road.

2.) Hurricane Sandy. I am from Atlantic City, NJ. The majority of my family lives there. So when I heard news of this huge hurricane crossing land right on top of Atlantic City, my heart began to pound. I called all of my family profusely, and luckily none of them were hurt. My father is a firefighter, and he kept tabs with me well enough. Again, very fortunate.

3.) The Connecticut Tragedy. Though this didn’t effect me personally, it touched me immensely in a way I’m sure it touched everyone else. I sincerely wish all of the victims a peaceful rest.

So, there you have it. My highs and lows of the year. I am very grateful that my highs outlist my lows, and I hope it’s the same for all of you.

2013 New Year’s Resolutions:

Hmmm, this is a tough one. As an author, I know from experience that things almost never go as one outlines them. But I’ll compile a rough list of goals.

1.) Lose weight. I wanna work off the holiday meals’ extra calories. Live happily and healthily 🙂

2.) Publish. I’d loooove to publish a work. I have so much to show the world, now all I have to do is go out there and give it to you all.

3.) Write. Even if I don’t get published, I want to just continue to have the motivation to write each and every day. Writing, along with a few choice other hobbies, is my passion. I never want to lose it.

4.) Live a Life that makes me Happy. That pretty much says it all.

What are your highs and lows of 2012, audience? Do you have any resolutions for the new year? Maybe there are a few we can help each other with, who knows?

I hope you all have had an amazing year and have many more to follow. Raise your glass (both metaphorical and literal), to bittersweet endings, new beginnings, and for what has yet to come.

Happy New Year to all.

Signing off,

Kiryuu