[Prompt] Dragon Dances

Dancing Snake Lady from Manga Matrix
Dancing Snake Lady from the book, Manga Matrix

Needed some inspiration to kickstart the writing juices the other day, so got Nick and Des to give me random numbers. This is the first page, second one’s coming a bit later. Let’s see if this will be a story… Continue reading

Story: The Fox’s Wedding

Inspired by:

Dance dance dance dance dance
The foxes dance along the path
Sing sing sing as the rains fall
Dance among the scattered sunlight

Ah ah ah!
The foxes dance and jump
Ah ah ah
There’s a racket up ahead!

Who who who
Is it that disturbs the foxes dance?
See see see!
The humans coming up the torii path

Noisy noisy noisy!
These humans are noisy
But but but!
See who it is they carry

Watch from the leaves
See how they march
In line, in step,
Ah, what a harsh rhythm!

Wait what is that I smell
Oh what a delicious smell
Ah my desire is rising
Where is that smell coming from?

Oh oh oh!
There it comes
In that box the humans carry
The sweet, desirous smell emanates from there.

Ah how delicious, how tempting that smell is
Must must I have it
Humans humans stand not in my way
Ah ah I want to bite into that sweet smell

Nip nip nip!
A bite here, quick as light!
Kill kill kill
All these humans in my way!

A cry, a whine, a scream
What is in this box the humans have dropped
I growl and snarl at the human before the box
Then he too, dies.

The smell ah how tempting
It comes from inside the box
I sniff sniff the fragrance
Ah, is it a human woman?

Soon the tears stop
“Who is there?” You ask
No one answers, but I
Stand beside the box.

Oh, so it’s a curtain door!
And a delicate female hand appears
Ah, I can smell it so clearly now.
What a delicious, innocent, fragrant scent!

I clean myself
Wipe my lips, and my paws
From the blood of the human males
As the maiden steps out.

“No!” a fervent shout
The maiden rushes to the human I’ve bitten
She cries over his corpse
Ah, intoxicating, this maiden is.

Yip yip yip
Will you not look at my poor, sad state
She turns and sees me, “You poor thing!”

I bow before her
Long black hair, white skin, such a scent
So innocent, so young, so tempting
Ah, this is what a human bloom is like!

She comes towards me, and opens her arms
I jump up and she catches me
Against her chest, I lie, my ears against her breasts
Her heart beats fast, but her voice is steady.

“Knowst thou who thus did this?”
She speaks like those in the stone walls and perfumed halls does
I yip no in response, she shakes her head sorrowfully
“They will pay for this.”

A branch breaks
She turns in fear
I see my companion
But then she runs.

Up up up the stairs we go.
She carries me so easily
I do not struggle
She is out of breath when we reach the top

“Help help help!
My guards are slain
I fear more attacks
Help help help!”

She pleads at the top of the stairs
Here, there are more humans
Some with umbrellas
Some smelling wet

“Princess, come come, put that animal down
We have prepared a place for thee and thy groom
Come come come with us
This auspicious day must not go to waste.”

“How can thoust expect me to marry
When my guards have been slain!
There is a murderer here
Find him or I’ll not wed!”

She holds me close
Ah, that I might drown
Such a delicious scent
I can only wonder how her skin tastes.

They usher us in
I can see the hairless male look at me
We go to a large, bright room
Where there are more women

“Princess, princess, come ready you must be
Tis today an auspicious day
The Priests have arranged everything
And such a thing cannot interrupt!”

She puts me down
I find a spot to watch her
They fuss around her, removing her clothes, then putting it on again
Her skin’s as white as snow

“Princess, close your eyes,”
And then they make her whiter still
Her long hair they unbind, then bind again
Many women attend to her.

A covered face, and then red lips
The women are satisfied
The maiden looks up with wide eyes
Then exclaims at her own reflection

“No delay no delay! Go we must!”
She does not get up
“Leave me, but for a moment
I needs must prepare my mind.”

They close the door behind
And she turns to me.
“I see you for what you are
You have killed my honour guard.”

I yip in protest, but she ignores me.
“This wedding I do not want
This life I cannot have
Kill me.”

Her words are determined, resolute
She opens her robe, to show her delicate white skin
Then holds out her hand
“Come.”

I go to her.
Then I lick her hand
She is delicious, incredibly so.
Even with that white powder,
She is intoxicating.

I step to her chest
And then lick her chest
A taste of sweat, and ah, what heaven!
I awaken.

Prose-ACK! Quick Update and a new fic!

Quick Prose-ACK CAFKL Update: Thank you to everyone who came and bought our books! They’re all sold out. :) Chapters 2 will be published by end of this week, I still need to clean some bits out. Thank you very much for your support!

And as a tiny bonus, here’s a quick ficlet I did for the 15-Minute Ficlet challenge on Dreamwidth: Continue reading

Chapters 1 Goes On Sale @CAFKL

Chapters 1: Shorts by Naoko Kensaku

Chapters 1: Shorts by Naoko Kensaku

UWAA its happening! Chapters 1: Shorts by Naoko Kensaku, aka my first doujin, goes on sale tomorrow at the Comic Art Festival Kuala Lumpur. It’s a compilation of Chapters 1 from the following projects:

  • Arista
    A woman and a teenager have a conversation at a bus stop.
  • Suara
    Chased by wolves, Suara fights for her survival.
  • Shakti
    Sometimes you remember more than you want to.
  • Evgenia
    Picking up the burden of Kingship was never easy.
  • Breaking Things Apart
    Who knew a name change would be so difficult?

Stories range from sci-fi to fantasy. Each copy is RM6. If you purchase Tales Of Vaticanny Palace, written by my booth partner DMJewelle, the total will be RM10! We’re Prose-ACK at B17:

Prose-ACK Booth at B17, CAFKL

Prose-ACK Booth at B17, CAFKL


Do drop by and support us! Plus, buy both books and get a random fortune! Samples here.

Reading list!

The Count Of Thebes

So one of the things I kinda resolved to do this year was to make my way through my pile of unread books. I’ve read (in no particular order):

  • Dragonfly Falling by Adrian Tchaikovsky
  • The Great Magician by Christian Jacq
  • Dead Man’s Drive by Michael Panush – Sponsored review; I received a copy of this and am going to write a fuller one later
  • Ico – Castle in the Mist by Miyuki Miyabe (RM8 was a steal at the Big Bad Wolf Sale!)
  • Assassin’s Creed: Forsaken by Oliver Bowden (I have issues with his writing style)
  • A Memory of Light by Brandon Sanderson and Robert Jordan (it finally ended but man what an ending. A bit peeved by it, to be honest. Another hardcover steal too!)

Just finished Ico, so I’m taking a quick break before I continue. I might be starting on Alternative Histories soon OR Playing That Yaoi Game I Bought At CF That I Need To Rip. It’s… NFSW apparently, but the artwork looks gorgeous.

2 guys but 24 endings WHAT INSANITY IS THIS?

[Poetry] Prophecy Draft

Autumn Winter
Summer December
A stray glance
A misplaced trust
Gone was light
Innocence lost

But for a kiss to be slain
But for a night, to be destroyed.

Forbidden, forbidden
Ah how sweet the fruit
Even sweeter still
The corruption of souls.

~~~~~

A fleeting stray
A gentle glance
A soft heart
Innocence relapse.

Fear and love
Leash and free
The same mistakes,
The same longing.

Different beds in a night
Lovers many but hearts a few
Reap, reap weep and rend
Thus begins the Baron’s revenge.

- The Downfall of the Vermillion Isles
Written by an unknown poet

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[Shorts] Hazy Days

Image from Flickr.com by jnxyz
Image from Flickr.com by jnxyz

She awoke to the smell of smoke, coughing.

It was so bad that she turned on her side and continued to cough, trying to expel the smoke from her lungs. There was no heat associated with the smoke; her mind immediately supplied that it was the haze. In an odd sort of mind loop, she found herself surprised that she could make such an association, then she realised she had just wanted something to take her mind off the efforts of her body to cough her lungs out.

“Misha?” her partner spoke, awakened by her coughs.

“I’m… ok,” she choked between coughs, then gave up and got out of the bed.

She stumbled somewhat towards the kitchen and poured herself a cup of water. It soothed her throat somewhat, but she still felt like coughing her lungs out. She heard her partner come out of the room, but did not turn. Warm arms enveloped her shoulders, drawing her close.

“Nightmare?” a soft, loving voice near her ear. She shook her head and leant back, grateful for both the warmth and company. Her mind asked her again, what had she done to deserve such an understanding partner?

“No, just this bloody haze,” she finally looked up towards the window.

The city in the valley was covered in a soft grey blanket, like a thick fog. The only difference was that fog was usually cold, not hot. And she felt very warm now.

Though not warm enough to leave her partner’s embrace.

“No running today,” her partner whispered, looking out towards the city.

“Assuming we get water today,” she sighed.

They stood like that for a long time, watching the sun rise over a haze-covered city.

[003] Light

This post was written for the 100 Themes challenge. For the full list, click here.

Chapter 3: Lightning

There are shadows, and then there are shadows.

Some shadows you can see easily; darkness created by an obscured sun. Others live only in the fear of your mind, hidden in the deepest trenches of your soul.

Most terrifying of all are the shadowkeepers who wield both. They wield them like weapons, to manipulate, horrify and control. They are not a large number.

But they exist.

Or so the girl told herself as she sat in the middle of an empty house in the forest, stirring a pot and whispering soft, arcane words.

Her voice had a singsong quality, rising and falling in measured intervals. She took a deep breath before each new line, a shallow one whenever she had to add ingredients. A great sigh escaped her lips when she reached the end of the incantation.

“For thus I swear, and thus I curse, their life together in a hearse,” the tune made no sense, yet as she finished, there was the crack of thunder, and a flash of lightning. The fire under her stirring pot went out, and she felt chills on her spine.

Soon there was nothing left in the abandoned house, not even the tiny light of an ember. Continue reading