Cly Anders: Blog

Ah, and here we are. Another weekend. Another block of posting. I can't wait to get to all these fun parts I've been working on lately. Not just the fun with Cylthan, but also with S're! She finds out she's got magic she didn't know about. Might, um, have something to do with her heritage, but we'll find out later. I sure hope all these new powers don't go to her head.

And first off, we've got Kupper needing to make a choice. Remember last week when I said never underestimate how fast a Q'Hu can walk? They'll catch you... like a boogeyman.

On Friday, Roscrow takes care of business... and comes face to face with Jasper.... "Uh oh" is right, saipaki.

And I know what everyone is waiting for: Saturday. Roan has some words with his kitten, pulling her deeper down into this world of danger and submission. She'll eventually learn her place is on her knees before him. For being taller than him, she sure does spend a lot of time looking up at him.

My experimental story is concluded. I will be removing it from my list this weekend. Thank you to the 11 people who voted on it. It got a score of 5.6. That's really what I thought would happen. Just not my style. I will stick to Sci-Fi and Fantasy.

There I was, innocently writing the knife play scene for "The Rat and the Dragon" when along comes a song. I have heard it plenty before, but since this particular character made himself abruptly known a few days ago, this song immediately resonated and a whole scene and tidy little subplot blossomed in 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Jake Daniels- "A Little Bit." The song shows up when there is a spicy little dance scene with Cylthan but, to stoke some intrigue, it's not with Roan. And Roan finds out. Uh oh. Cylthan apparently can't stay away from the dangerous men. So, I switched gears and have been working on that whole subplot. You guys are gonna love it. I really want to spill all the beans because it's exciting me so much, but I'll let the votes speak for when we get there. However, I just... really wanna give you guys something fun to keep you as excited as I am! Seriously, it's making me jitter. Enjoy!

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Slipping into the warm, soapy water to sit in the space he left her, he drew her close until she was leaning against him and buried his fingers in her hair to pull her head around. Her brow was pinched in irritation, but he drew her into a kiss regardless. It wasn’t like in the woods. He held her there for a slow, firm, passionate kiss that left her gasping for air when he relented.

Her eyes were so hazy, and she could feel his shaft hard against her back. Hypnotized by his sensual gaze, she sighed softly to the touch of his thumb over her lip. After kissing her breathless again, he looked at her with a serious expression.

“Don’t talk to that guy.”

Blinking to clear the haze, her brow pinched together. “W-What? Who?”

“Xanathys. Don’t talk to him. Especially not without me.”

She drew away from him, giving him a sneer. “Why?”

“He’s dangerous. And he’s a jerk.”

“Takes one to know one,” she retorted sharply.

He gripped her hair hard and wrenched her head around and back to look up at him. Her breath caught, clenching her teeth as her body tensed against him, her eyes full of fear looking into his hard gaze. Maybe he liked that– maybe he didn’t.

“You don’t understand. Don’t trust anyone who does not bear my mark.” His hand cupped her shoulder.

“Oh, so you have a whole harem, do you?”

Again she grit her teeth when his grip twisted her hair tighter, glowering back at him despite the fear that thumped in her chest watching the wrinkles of anger disfigure his face.

“You have no idea the kinds of magic going on in this castle. This mark, as long as it is present on your skin, protects our words to each other from being heard by any scrying magic. I have not simply marked you to possess you. I marked you to protect you. I am one of only a few that you can trust here.”

“Trust you? After all that you’ve done to me?”

His face drew so close, eyes narrowed dangerously. “After all I’ve done? Like getting you out of that dungeon?”

Now she trembled with rage. “Like bringing me here at all,” she hissed.

“I’ve already told you no one is going to kill you.” Sucking in his breath, he let himself relax again with his exhale, his face softening. His grip in her hair relented while his other hand caressed her tense jaw. “I won’t allow it. You are mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

She desperately didn’t want to admit how needy that statement made her. Fighting that hazy feeling, her eyes narrowed. “I never agreed to that.”

A wicked little smirk accompanied his dominating gaze, making her gulp. Arousal made her warmer than the water but fear made her so cold she shuddered. “Fine. Go and rub up against other legs, kitten. Your bed is here, and you’ll be back to satisfy this ache like a good girl.”

I'm releasing a one-off story called "Chatrooms to Chapters." This is totally an experiment. Everyone who has read it has enjoyed it. So, let's see what the rest of you think. Please feel free to leave me comments about it. Go ahead and vote however you see fit. High score means I'll write another one. Enough pressure might even get it out quickly. I gotta tell about the birth of Roscrow, right? Roan doesn't get to hog all my youth to himself.

Before I post the next chapter of "The Rat and the Dragon," I just want to rant a moment.

I build worlds. I create planets and put things on there that make some sort of sense for them, and I give them evolution paths and all kinds of things. Why the fuck does this world have rice? Deer? Rabbits? What? Is it a planet? Is it a dimension? I dunno! The characters don't tell me. That's what exists in their... space. Whatever this world of theirs is. Roan, this isn't fair. Neither is what you're about to do to Cylthan. Why you do this to me- I mean her?

Listen, listen. Readers, I got it. Y'all hate the Appendix in Dragon Tamers. Good news, haters. I have found places in story to put a good chunk of it in ways that didn't have to take up action space. Like Haletis and S're having a moment discussing fruglers since she likes them and he keeps one as a pet and that leads to deeper conversations. I just didn't know if I would find organic ways to explain stuff. In previous ways of writing, I would just throw in the explanation in the middle of actions. Maybe some of you don't mind that. Drives me nuts to get kicked out of a moment just to have something explained, so I try to avoid it when possible. I knew there would be mentions of various creatures on their world, even if there wouldn't be direct contact with all of them. I wasn't going to stop the moment to explain the Snappitts and Snappers in the river, even though their existence makes the world richer and more alive. But, S're doesn't know what the Ghost Drawgs look like while Roscrow does and his mention of sledding piques her interest, so that'll go away with the fruglers. That sort of thing. I'll be fixing and reposting the Appendix at a future date, when I've gotten a little further and know what else I can remove. So, I hope that makes you all happy. Now to piss you off: there will be more elven words. *pulls down eyelid with middle finger and sticks out her tongue* It's a big part of this world. Don't visit foreign countries (or alien worlds) if you're gonna get mad that the natives speak their native tongue. The Appendix is your google translate, but I don't collect your personal info.

My friend who was reading mentioned Tamer story has assured me he's not done, just busy. I shall continue on with regular posting, though I may have a few surprises in store for you guys with previous chapters later on. Expanded on a few skipped scenes that I think will be appreciated and probably tick a few tag boxes.

I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter of Rat and Dragon, the very start of Cylthan's unraveling into Roan's reluctant sub. It all starts with a hunch...

I'd like to say I got any writing done. S-Sort of.... Mostly editing, if that. Between the sick that got passed to the whole family at the Christmas party and kids being home and all, well, I had next to no motivation when I did have the time. So, we'll see how things go. I'm a good few chapters ahead on stuff so there's that. I am one of those people, I gotta have the accountability to keep me motivated. I post before I'm done with a story because otherwise, I'll probably never finish. Posting the stories I'm working on keeps me not only working on them, but focused on them. So many times, I've wanted to drop the dragon reins and play with my assassin girls. Calsa's got even more fire in her soul for Alt to tame, while Higzashi is much darker and has poor little Shime all twisted up for his own perverse pleasures. (You can still read their rough drafts on my other account under Woofajuana, just remember they were written over a decade ago and things have changed.) But, I don't because I think maybe some of you are waiting for the next chapter of what I'm already working on, whether or not anyone actually is or even cares. So, that at least keeps me "focused" (I'm already working on 3 stories, is that really focus? For my ADHD brain? Yeah...) for whatever that's worth. I don't have a set number of words per day I gotta write. If I set myself a goal like that, I get frozen up. Now I have to make that many words! But if I think "I have to get this next chapter done before posting time," I could whip out a whole chapter without an issue, especially now that I'm focusing on shortening them. When I was writing "In the Enemy's Territory," I wrote one "chapter" with over 9k words. That's almost as long as the rough draft was for "Mongrels and Music" and that's a whole story! Since then, said chapter has been made into 4 and doing that could have saved me a great deal of time and stress back then. That was the whole reason I started with the werewolves, so I could make all these mistakes with them because dogs are very forgiving. Elves-- elves remember forever....

Speaking of elves, we're back! Starting the posting block with Kupper and Zigz having a grand old time at a party. You know, until he wakes up.... And this is where we say goodbye to the original rough draft.

On Friday, we find out what happens to S're... and the punks are about to get what they deserve. Never underestimate how fast a Q'Hu can walk. You can run all you like, you can even drive, but they'll catch up to you like the boogey man in your nightmares.

And on Saturday, Roan wakes up with a headache... and a long, convenient moment alone with his kitten. This is one of those spots we blow a kiss and a wink to the previous path and go skipping through the woods. Don't worry, we'll meet up with the path again later, but Roan has a few lessons to teach his elf, and the first one is that she doesn't tie knots very well.