Posted By Nonny on May 22, 2005

Okay. Dammit. I need to write. I have two plotbunnies–two!!!–and a book to rewrite, on top of that. So, I need to do some prewriting on one of the bunnies … probably I’ll work on the cat-people one, as that’s calling me atm.

Romance between a felinoid warlord and a human tracker/ranger with both their peoples on the brink of war. Will be much fun. The idea actually came from a dream, which I typed up …

In the dream, I was a human female in a Tudor-style village. My uncle, one of the Queen’s lieutenants, came to me one day, and explained that the threat of the cat-people was increasing. They were raiding the villages, and they needed my help to scout out their locations.

I agreed, and went, in the middle of winter, over much snow. It was a very far ways from the village to the cat-people’s land … they lived by the ocean. I ended up on the beach; hundreds of the cat-people were gathered on the shore, and a tidal wave was coming in. I didn’t know how to swim; it was forbidden to my people, the in-landers, because it was something the cat-people did. I figured best to take my chances with the cat-people and ran for them. I ended up with a mother and her cubs, and noticed that the ears were almost human … hybrid.

The water came in, towards us, and the cat-people didn’t move back … it was coming up over the shore, and I thought that we were all going to drown. Then the cat-people combined magic; the water flowed over us like there was a shield protecting us.

When it passed, I tried to escape. I heard footsteps behind me, and I ran. The Warlord of the cat-people caught up with me and demanded to know why I was there. I explained … and realised that having been there, I didn’t want them dead like I had before. And, well, extreme lustage for the Warlord. He took me aside and told me that he did not have as much power as he wished, and that what I had heard was true; the cat-people had broken into dissent, with those that wished to live peacefully with the humans and others that wanted them dead. His son and the shaman were a member of the latter party.

We ended up having sex, and then heard the shaman and son coming up for us … so we fled. He knew that they would smell my scent on him, so came with me; we ran into my uncle along the way, who captured him and took him back to the Queen. She wanted to kill him, but decided to let him return in a gesture of good will… in hopes of attaining peace.

It will most certainly change as I prewrite, but that’s what I’m working with right now.

All righty … off to take bath, then try and get some work done.

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