Cloaked Library

I become a gangsta owl!

2009-09-03T15:19:00.000-07:00

Curses to you Kaleb Nation! I am too obsessed with Owl City to be healthy and it’s all your fault! Now I am even a part of the Hoot Owls street team. It’s actually kind of cool though because I get to promote Owl City and such *wink* and I get points for how often I get on and for all the promotions I do. There are a lot of Owl City fans (a.k.a. crazy people) to socialize with too. It makes me happy, for some reason, promoting this…. maybe I should start randomly promoting random people on randomtube (a.k.a. youtube). That would be funny. They’d have no idea I was doing it. Ahahaha! Yeah! You guys should join me on the street team (it’s really rather easy and fun) for Owl City and I’ll start looking for channels and videos on youtube to promote for you. I think I’ll start calling it randomtube all the time now Also, I have a playlist of Owl City songs on my website if you want to listen to them while you read my ramblings. Well… got some more promoting to do. If you are a friend of mine on facebook… you may very well discover a slew of “Owl City” banners all over your page >:D Just kidding… but most of you will have one. Join me! Join the dark side!!! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!! (link below)

http://owlcity.fancorps.com/signup/ref/WildWolfSong

P.S. I have a site now where I blog more often. Go to http://www.thecloakedlibrary.com and become a member of my site!!! :D

Amazingness always makes it onto my blog and this... this is amazing.

2009-07-08T13:22:00.001-07:00

Random

2009-05-22T20:09:00.001-07:00

Okay, this is really extremely possitively random and has nothing to do with writing... but I fell in love with this show and wanted to post the final number on one of my blogs... I chose this one :D

Dark Red

2009-05-20T22:10:00.000-07:00

So I have been working on my own little graphic novel to start posting online and I decided to make an animated series for youtube as well. Here is a very very short teaser :D and here is the link to the channel it will be on: http://www.youtube.com/user/AustraliaFilms

Blog Blog Blog

2009-05-07T23:53:00.001-07:00

Wow, I haven't written for a frikin long time. Sorry folks. I guess I need to come up with something for you to read. I am working on a book with my sister at the moment so that consumes a lot of time and I am still editing "The Cold" so... I will find something in the archives of my past writing for you to read soon.

Web Site

2009-04-27T19:18:00.000-07:00

I have also created a web site for my movies. You can see it at : http://www.wix.com/Wild_Wolf_Song/Dancing-Penguin-Productions
It isn't even close to being done (some sections don't have much of anything in them yet and some links lead to nothing at the moment) but there are still a couple of videos on there. Explore it for fun :D Thanks guys!

The Cold

2009-04-27T11:42:00.001-07:00

The Cold has been moved to a website I made for our series, The Godsend. The link is below. It isn't done yet and there are a lot of updates I need to make, but that is where I will be posting "The Cold" and it's sequels from now on.

link: http://the-godsend.webs.com/

The Cold (Part 4)

2009-04-12T17:22:00.001-07:00

The forest sent help in the form of a tailless that smelt of lynx. The boy attempted to tend to the wound, but Luko knew it would not help. There was something about it that was evil, persistent. The young wolf looked up as another came into the clearing. This female tailless could speak to sparrows. There was no mistaking the odd dip in her call, but Luko was too distracted to really care. Two other taillesses, who smelt strange and hot, appeared their pelts darker than the shadows. He sniffed, curious, and managed to struggle to his feet. The young wolf had never smelt something so new. There were smells of prey and hunter on them that he had never known, though some smelt close to pumas, deer, and forest horses. He stumbled forward, trying to keep his balance, and sniffed at the female dark one's hand.

As Asmeen backed behind him, Jakar's tribal clothes became even more inappropriate as flakes of something white and cold fell from the sky.
"We will journey with you to your 'clan camp'." he replied. "We best get going, as the cold is increasing. Oh, and my name is Jakar, I come from the Vulture Tribe. This is Asmeen, from the Lion Tribe."

Asmeen giggled at the beast sniffing at her hand. 'Beast' didn't seem an appropriate word somehow. She knelt down and sniffed it back, in perfect mimicry. Then she took a strip of dried antelope that she had carried all the way from her home off her belt and offered it the creature, looking away politely to show that she had no interest in the food and that the creature should take it.
She heard Jakar's introduction and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from joining in reminding herself that she may be sixteen summers but she still had no right to join fully-growns' conversations.

Cyrun agreed to come, her clan didn't need her, and wouldn't be missing her, she followed them to the camp, introducing herself, when needed. It was strange, these dark people were nice, but why so dark, maybe it was a ritual to be like the vultures. She didn't ask, she thought it rude to ask.

Luko sniffed the meat the dark female held. It was a strange scent that reminded him of deer... auroch... and something else. He carefully took it from her grasp and snapped it up in a heartbeat. It was good, he gave it that, but it felt tougher and tasted different from the prey he was used to. Licking his chops he wagged his tail and sat where he was. The motion caused his wound to sting and he whimpered a little, but tried to ignore it. It wouldn't do to be weak when he was needed.

Sayth laughed at the interaction between Asmeen and the wolf, she seemed truly interested in the creature, he wanted to talk to her, but it seemed that, older people made decisions in the hot land. He had never heard of a vulture or lion but the wolf wasn't afraid of them so they must be safe. But he was afraid, he hadn't seen snow for quite a long time, it could mean anything but he didn't think it was good.

Asmeen giggled as the beast took the meat. She couldn't help but ask one question, "What is this beautiful creature?"

Posting

2009-03-21T20:35:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted much lately. I just thought I'd fill you in and let you know that I have been way too stressed with way to much to do and I will remain that way until the second week in April. By the end of that week, my Summer vacation will begin and I can do more editing. Sorry it's taking so long but just hang in there, I'll get to it :D

The Cold (Part 3)

2009-02-07T23:02:00.000-08:00

Airek gave up on the wolf when he sensed he was being hunted. He turned his head toward the nearby village, then turned back to the wolf. "I'll be back for you." he told the wolf, staring at his eyes. He carved a small slit on the wolf's back, to mark it, then he put hand over it and cast some dark magecraft, making sure the wound would not heal. He got up. The wolf hadn't moved in some time. He heard talking, and without hesitating, he jumped away into the shadows, waiting to see his intruders.

Luko felt almost immediate relief when the demon tailless had gone, but a persistent pain was jolting through him, the blood trickling lightly from his back. Whining, he turned his head and tried to lick the wound, but it was useless. It was times like this when he regretted becoming a lone wolf, but it was far too late to go back now. Standing, shakily, he peered through the trees and saw nothing. He gave a long, mournful howl to the forest, asking it to help him.

Airek stayed in his hiding spot some ways away from the wolf. It howled a shaky, cub-like howl. He wanted to see what the hunters looked like, so he waited patiently. He saw a figure jogging toward the wolf. He needed to be closer. Quietly, Airek moved toward another bush, closer to the hunters. He was afraid of them catching his demon scent, so he didn't dare get too close.

He finally saw the one that jogged up the hill. He'd seen what he needed to, so he ran off. That hunter would be his next target. He laughed to himself. This job won't be hard at all, he thought.

The demon feeling was gone now, but Jakar had seen someone run through the trees a moment before. As he and Asmeen drew closer, a wolf and boy came into view. The wolf had a deep gash in it's back and was howling sadly. The boy must be one of the New-Land people, thought Jakar. He approached the boy, beckoning to Asmeen.

"Greetings, we come from the Hot Red Land." he said, holding out his browned hand.

Asmeen jumped high in her traditional tribe's greeting. She looked to Jakar and then the cold-land boy. She then added her own statement to Jakar's, "May your blood run true. We come, not of ill-design, but instead in open of the situation." The first part was the Lion tribe's official greeting and the last was her own part- very formal from nervousness. She extended her own black-as-night skinned hand to the foreigner as Jakar had done.

Cyrun had followed Sayth to the wolf, he was sad, but she didn't show she knew. Shortly after they had arrived, a girl and a boy stepped out and she hid behind a tree–out of view but in earshot. After signalling to Sayth that she was there, with there sparrow signal–adding a low dip in the middle that a sparrow normally never does–she waited, hoping the strangers hadn't noticed the change in tune. The strangers said they were from the hot red land, she'd never met anyone from there before.

Sayth looked curiously at the dark skinned people, he knew Cyrun was there, he had heard their signal, but he wisely resisted acknowledging her presence with the strangers watching him. He took both the brown boy and girls hand and clasped each one in turn then, letting go, made the sign of friendship.

"I'm Sayth, Lynx Clan," he knelt down to tend to the wolf's wound, letting it sniff his hand before touching it. "You look very cold, do you want to come to the clan meet to get some suitable clothes," he smiled, then beckoned at Cyrun to come, they seemed friendly.

"Very much so!" Asmeen exclaimed, forgetting herself. She cringed remembering that these people with the intelligent-looking beast might not be safe. She stepped behind Jakar, embarrassed at not respectfully waiting for his answer. In her tribe, the children waited for the adults to make decisions.

Sayth smiled, but I seemed that the younger one wouldn't do anything until the older dark-skin had made a decision. He didn't want to offend anyone but he didn't think they should wait.

"It may not be the way in your clans, but here we try to get moving as soon as possible," then he laughed to let them know he was making a joke, "And try to avoid evil laughs at all costs. Shall we go, it's north so it will get colder before it gets warmer."

He called to Cyrun, "Are you coming?" then stroked the wolf.

The Cold (Part 2)

2009-02-06T16:34:00.000-08:00

Cyrun, was hunting when she heard that evil laugh again, she'd heard it 3 moons before, but this time it was louder, closer. She raised her hand to the bear fur on her shoulder, and a shiver ran up her spine. She'd hate to come face to face with the person who owned the laugh, that horrid, bone shaking laugh. She was alone, as she didn't fit in with the others in her clan; only the mage seemed to take any liking to her. She tried to make friends at clan meets and she found success at times, but not often.

As Cyrun was about to go back, empty-handed, a rabbit sped past her. It was fast, but she was faster. The lush oak spear, with a blue-slate head, came down; and the rabbit was no more. She flung it over her shoulder, said thank you to its spirit, and went back to camp.

Sayth sat in a tree, watching Cyrun. The girl obviously couldn't see him, hidden in all the leaves. She had caught a rabbit and was now making her way back to the camp. She was very pretty and he wanted to talk to her but he knew she may not hold a liking for him. He was also afraid she would be one of those horrible people, the kind you didn’t know to be horrible until you got to know them.

His thoughts drifted back to the laugh they had heard. That laugh had scared him and Cyrun seemed to know what it was. He jumped down from the tree, landing lightly on his feet.

"Cyrun," he called jogging to catch up with her, "Do you know what that laugh was."

Cyrun, had hoped that Sayth had seen her catch–she was proud of it–and if he'd seen it he might have been impressed? He was the only friend she had, and the one she secretly liked, a lot. When he ran up to her and asked her about the laugh, she got all flustered and hot, Hoping she hadn't gone red, she replied.

"Umm, well... Hi! I saw this man three moons ago, near a fire, and he did the same laugh, he looked evil, and I could feel the presence of a demons near him, but... I don't know what he's up too, shall we go see?"

She was excited about the idea of going to seek this strange man, and even more so to find an excuse to be with Sayth. They had met at a clan meet last summer, and had been friends ever since.

Sayth smiled. It seems that Cyrun likes me a little, he thought, but maybe that was just his heart hoping she felt the same as he.

"Alright, let's go and fin..." a mournful howl interrupted him, His eyes, almost at once, filled with tears, but he couldn't let Cyrun see him cry. He rubbed the moisture from his eyes and quickly made up his mind.

"We need to find the owner of that howl," he said, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him with a quiver, "Come on." He started to jog, hoping Cyrun would follow.

Asmeen shivered. She was freezing in her tribal clothes, designed for the heat of the Lion lands. She turned to her companion, "So, are you sure we're not lost?"

"Just, shut up!" Jakar retorted. "I know exactly where we are..." He was getting annoyed, they had been walking through the foreign forest for nearlly a day and he was hungry. He was just about to sit down when he spotted something ahead. As he strained to see, an evil laugh rang up through the trees.

Asmeen, on edge, turned to Jakar. 'What was that?' She whispered, thinking of demons.

The Cold (part 1)

2009-01-09T20:22:00.000-08:00

Note: Okay, while I am waiting for entries, I will start posting something I and some other people have been working on. On the fan site for "The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness" series, many (if not most) of us participate in Role Playing stories. These are stories where everyone has a character (sometimes more than one) that they play. They write the parts for their characters and everyone plays off of each other until a story begins to build. Sometimes they have planned out plots, sometimes they don't; mine usually do. In the one that I started, named The Cold we have several good writers and a story line that has remained solid and has continued to make it's way along for some time now. It is an ongoing RP, but I have taken the liberty to go through what has been written so far, and edit it. I tried my best to organize it the best way I could and it could still use work, but we decided it was a story worthy of other audiences as well. The writers are:

Kiona Luko (me) as Luko
Mistress as Asmeen
Demon Soul as Airek
wolveseyeswatching as Cyrun
Sonic J as Jakar
Recan as Sayth
chloewolf as Taiga

I will post it bit by bit (in little chapters) as I work on it. Hopefully it will flow as easily as I would like it too, but I mostly just want you to enjoy it. This first post is short, but I thought it was the best way to begin our journey together. Please, have fun and thank you for reading :)

The Cold

Luko was making his way through the thick branches of the Juniper trees. The white berries were spilling to the ground as his fur, which was normally white with reddish brown, black, and gray flecked in–but was now covered in a thick red mud–brushed the tree limbs. His long, stalky legs covered a good amount of ground, but he wasn't a very strong wolf yet. He was not a cub anymore, but not yet full grown either. Despite the howlings of his pack mates, he had decided to strike out on his own. Life as a lone wolf was hard, but he could run more often now without having to sit by the den to watch the cubs.

He was following a scent, a strange one that was both familiar and frightening. It was the smell of a tailless, but it also smelled of demon. Luko didn't like the idea of demons in the forest and decided he would go and get rid of it on his own. Stalking through the underbrush, he finally found the tailless he sought. He had a dark pelt and his eyes were a demon red! This struck fear in Luko and he suddenly wanted to be far away. Backing slowly into the underbrush, he hid himself in shadow.

Airek watched the wolf back away. He grinned as it slipped into the shadows. The smell of fear delighted him.

"Come out, little wolf. I won't hurt you. Much." He called, crouching down on his knees.

He took his hood off, allowing him to see much more. He had once had a bad experience with wolves, and now he hated them a lot. Lucky for him, though, the Soul Eaters said they needed any hunter he could find. Now, a wolf had appeared, as if fate had brought it to Airek. As it was there, it wouldn't hurt to take it; at least, it wouldn’t hurt him. Airek laughed at the thought, and realized he was laughing aloud. He stopped, and slowly took his bow. It was a simple one, but one that always managed to hit it's target. He stood up, and aimed an arrow in the wolf's direction.

Contest

2009-01-05T22:53:00.000-08:00

The Writing Contest is still on, though I haven't received any entries yet. If any clanners are reading this, and I know there is at least one :) , please encourage your friends on the clan (and any one else) to come check out the blog and enter. I want to keep doing these contests, but only if I get entries.

On another note, I am in several RPs on the Clan and the one that I started is going really well. I have asked permission to post it (bit by bit) after some editing and such and all the other RPers were quick to agree. So, you'll have some fun writing in a world of clans and magic to look forward to, if I am not too lazy to get it done :)

Anyway, the contest requirements are listed below. Have fun!

Writing Contest

2008-12-02T13:39:00.001-08:00

In a spur of the moment desire to read something new, I decided to create my own creative writing contest. I would like anyone who desires to have their work on this blog to enter a fictional story. I will probably have several of these but this one will be focused around humor. Tell me a funny story, it can be fictional or creative non-fiction, but it needs to be written well. Please don't go over 500 words. The deadline will be February 1st. I will choose a winner and a runner up. Both will be posted on the blog and I will attempt to illustrate a picture of some kind for the winner's story. Please feel free to enter. The guidelines are:

-No more than 500 words
-Has to be humorous and creative
-Cannot involve anything immoral or questionable
-Clean of all immoral actions and fowl language
-Deadline: 2/1/09

You can send them to: wild_wolf_song@yahoo.com

Please include the name you wish to have attached to your piece and an e-mail address to reach you by. Please only submit stories to this e-mail, if you have any questions, comment on this blog. You may submit the story in the body of the e-mail (don't forget the title and name) or you can attach it as a MS word or Word Perfect (preferred if you have it) document.

Cheers and good luck!

Why is the Sky Blue?

2008-11-19T09:34:00.001-08:00

My little sister and I were lying on the lawn, staring up at the changing clouds. In a moment, she released a large sigh and turned her face to me.

"Breanna?" she started, as if hesitant to ask, "Why is the sky blue?"

Such a simple question sprang to mind so many thoughts. At first, I went for a scientific approach.

"Well, the sky is blue because it reflects the ocean."

"Or is it the ocean that reflects the sky?" she added.

"Hmm." the thoughts in my mind were liquid, hard to grasp, "Then perhaps it is both. Maybe they are reflections of each other, of light bouncing off of one another that gives us the impression of the color blue."

It was silent for a moment before she propped herself up on her elbows and fully committed her attention to me.

"Well, then how does the light make it blue?"

"Well... what is color? I learned in physics that the color we see is really the frequency or wave of light for every other color there is; the one wave not present is the color we see."

I had even confused myself by then.

"But how can you see the absence of color?" she asked.

I wisely replied, "I don't know."

"Well, what is color then? How do I know that the blue I see really is blue? What if my blue is actually red but I was taught that it is blue?"

Silence. I had never thought of it before. Did the human eye really interpret things differently from person to person? Those who are colorblind certainly see things differently, especially when they can only see select colors, but whose to say they can see those colors? Is what I see as blue pink or even yellow to someone else? Is it some other color I cannot even imagine as I have never seen it? What is color?

"So," my sister interrupted my thoughts, "Is the sky really even blue?"

Statement of Poetics

2008-11-14T23:57:00.000-08:00

For my creative writing class last year, we had to write a "Statement of Poetics" in which we were to talk about the type of writing we do, what we have learned about ourselves as a writer, and what we plan on doing in the future. I started to write one and it was just too boring so I decided to try something a little fun. This creative version of the assignment was the one I turned in and the teacher loved it, I even chose to read it to the class on the last day of the semester. So, I thought it would be a proper introduction to me as a writer... and, just to let you know, I am not conceded... this was all written with a sense of humor. Keep in mind, this is not perfect and I may yet make some changes, but I thought I'd post it anyway.

Cheers! :)

A speech to all those who have the attention span to listen:
Across the lands and sea there are millions, no billions, of people pondering upon the same age-old-question, “Who am I?”. I don’t want to puff myself up into a glorious being, knowing that I have found the answer, but it is bound to happen anyway. I... (pause for dramatic effect)... am a writer. That’s right, a writer. The creativity that flows from my mind astounds even me. What, you may ask, is so important about being a writer? Well (square shoulders and give a flip of the hair to show superiority and flattery) let me tell you the dangers of my trade. I do not flounder about in silly poetry that gushes with love and nonsense (no offense to poetry, I love it I just can’t write it all that well) no, no I go behind enemy lines. I... (pause for a long period of time, maybe thirty seconds and emphasize the next few words) am a fiction writer. That’s right, a fiction writer.
Fiction is associated with make-believe, fairy tales, and fakery all too often. These are horrendous misconceptions that could lead to the downfall of the human race. How? Well that is another speech, I’ll give it to you sometime. You will have to clear about three hours of free time on your schedule as it is a hefty subject. Now, at this moment, we are talking about fiction writing as a most noble profession. The stories we write are construed as simple imagination, but it is so much more than that, oh yes, so much more. I become my stories. I dive into them, much like Meggie does when she reads herself into the Inkheart book in Inkspell. Meggie’s talents are pretty impressive, I must say, as reading things to life is pretty handy, but I have met her and I still think that I hold more power for I am the one that creates those words she reads to life. Yes... I am like the goddess of the written word. I control the worlds and the lives of those who live within them. With only one word, I can decide who lives and who dies. It is exhilarating but a very dangerous power to hold. Sometimes, I’m afraid, the characters rebel on you, they start to do their own thing. I have been trampled, stabbed, and shot by so many rebellious characters looking to take control of their own story it is a miracle I am not dead. I, however, am a fiction writer which means I am strong enough to withstand such trials, so I learn from them.
Now do you see what I mean when I say poetry is not such a dangerous art. Sure, it’s interesting and intriguing, but has a character from Emily Dickinson’s poems ever physically rebelled and tried to kill her? I think not! Over the life time of any good fiction writer, there are dozens upon dozens of instances of near death experiences caused by some rebellious character or characters. Creating life is dangerous, especially when you try to control it. I have since learned to only control the things happening around my characters, they can react however they want but they can’t come after me for controlling them if I am no longer doing so. That would be like rebelling at God for creating a storm. Nope, I am the goddess of the place in my books, not the characters anymore (I learned my lesson on that one).
I now see several people staring at me as if I am insane... well... maybe I am. Maybe insanity is an essential part of writing fiction. If it is, I accept it warmly because that is exactly what I do. I don’t write poetry, I don’t write simple little stories with happy little endings to keep the kiddies entertained, I don’t write according to some strict structure of story, no, I take control. I write stories that are my own. I write scripts, screenplays, but most of all, I write books. I create worlds that become so real, it can be scary. Of course, it takes a lot of time and a lot of energy but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day and it took God six days to create this world. I am not as efficient as that, but what I do best is fiction and I am sticking to it.

Literature

2008-11-14T21:24:00.001-08:00

I am, as you have probably guessed, a writer. I won't be posting all of my material on here as I would like to publish it too. Only select chapters and some short stories will be posted. I will also post random little things I feel like writing to get feed back. Enjoy!

Cheers!