The Snow Arena

[Chesto]

He had been restraint personified.

 

Until now.

 

Now...he had been done a grievous injurious injury. An injury in the first person singular... ... third person plural...carry the seven ... an injury! There was one response, and one response only, to this ... naked agression.

 

The Old One howled out the call of his ancestors. The ancient cry rang off the passing icebergs, shattering several of them that had managed to remain whole during the recent but still ongoing Leviathan's chicken challenge:

 

'SamTheSHamAndThePharoahs!!!!'

 

There was a huge clap of one hand sounding in the deepest most unpopulated woods and an overpowering smell of burnt animal pucky. Then...

 

Now...

 

There...

...

 

Any time now...

...

...

Here it comes, y'all...

 

Goodgoahmidy, y'all...

 

...

 

!!!

 

Where had stood the frail, dissolute form of the elderlytimesatleastathousand Shaman...

 

Now, towering over the surfishface of the Leviathan, almost to the height of the ... ... Goddess' naked... ... ...!

 

'Aw bumfurniture!' sighed the still present and all unaccounted for Old One, in his usual massively unthreatening shape and sound. 'I always get that wrong.'.

 

The Shaman, undaunted, with stinging facecheek, breathed deeply to suck in the air required for this most powerful of his Shamanic Clan's spells.

 

'cough'

 

Breathed in yet again... and again the stentorian cry came forth - used to come second but he was much older now - melting the very ice out of the remaining icebergs:

 

'SAMTHESHAMFORGETTHEPHAROAHS!'

 

...

 

...

 

???

 

!!!

 

ahem...'sam the sham', he said in his tiny-est voice.

 

Then... etc.,etc.,

 

A gigantic Kodiak bear of proportions so immense as to be too boring to recount here but believe me it was big...

Towered over the Goddess there in her particoloured nekkidness. The Creature threw out its ( more boring stuff about size, strength, lethality) claws and clutched the Goddess, dragging her terrified nekkid (?) face towards the maw of the beast. With jaws agape-again the boring- with jaws. And teeth and stuff. Spittal. Always the spittal. Foul breath. The usual. ...

 

And roared ...

 

'Ow. That hurt. Whaddya ... CRAZY?! Going round smackin old homunculusman up the side of the face. You coulda killed him... a slap like that...popped an ear drum or sumpin. Dang, woman.!'

[nosisab]

Now Nosisab was awake once again. He hadn't a restful sleep as expected at all. Terra and those terran were insidious now and again like they aways were since he found then. So close to the truth albeit so distant. They found the universe expanding itself, they even found a clever way to confirm this observing the light shifting at the spectrum toward the low frequency. And saw this as a confirmation of their faith on the big bang thing they created. Still they think the universe expanding toward the infinite, and although they already had the ancient (by their patterns) concepts eastern early philosophers called yin-yang, they yet don't got the idea it is the infinitudes itself that expands, dragging all the universe they created with then. the infinitudes, the dual fundamentals that created all others dualities. the ones that created the universal fabric inside the actual fabric.

They yet insists on the idea of The Zero and The Infinite. Such that prevent then thinking The Zeroes as uno-thing, individuals as whole, infinitely scattered across all the place, The Infinite itself that place.

 

That recalls of the dream took a moment or so from Nosisab thoughts, Now he was dealing with the much more vivid part of that dream, where he saw the snow goddess and the old one, and she herself as a dream inside the dream (the old one himself was somewhat a nightmare, but... never mind).

 

And again the sage was struck with the feeling he now identified clearly with utter and not a bit pretended horror: he was feeling loneliness, he could understand this, yet he was unable to understand the feeling itself. He thought to join then, but seemed they were already seeking a way to come back.

 

But... the sage put away those thoughts as he had a more immediate problem to deal with. That final ingredient was becoming more hard to obtain that he thought at first. Old ones pieces of brain cortex were by far much unpredictable and unstable to such stuffs, the goddess was not even cogitated as candidate, better let alone all and everyone that did active use of the stuff.

 

With a point of bitterness Nosisab was certain the ideal candidates would not give willingly part of their cortex, even when it was clearly not necessary, and in some cases, even a prejudice to the owner.

 

I will need to do something to convince then the advantages of so doing, maybe even using some force at this (thought the sage with some minor disgust).

[Marcus Wolfe]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH

 

SHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

 

Marcus ran away as fast as he could from the gigantic bear. But it followed him closely. So Marcus was left with no choice but to activate one of his many baseball stadium sized beartraps.

 

The metal teeth dug deep into its leg, but Marcus knew it was only a temporary means of stopping it. He hopped in a random supersonic jet and flew to Japan, where he would hopefully be safer from the monster.

[Lisnpuppy]

The Goddess was indeed fearful of the bear. But not for reasons the Old One thought....(and you really deserved that slap for the outfit..or lack of one!)

 

THe horrid breath was worse than even the Goddess's loving MinSchnauzer dogs! Surely it would melt her hair.

 

"Quit that!" she roared right back at the bear!

 

At this the bear promptly dropped the Goddess on her pear-shaped arse (that was gettign old) and sat down. She cured the horrible war injury that was given to the bear by Marcus Wolfe....silly man.

 

The Goddess stood up and patted the bear on the head...he was kinda cute even if he did stink. So she formed a giant bear breath bisquit and gave it to him. He happily munched away and when the bear was done she bent and whispered in his ear. The great Kodiak growled in agreement and went over to the Shaman and grabbed him gently in his teeth and flung him up to his great back.

 

The Goddess then put on a lovely faux polar bear fur coat and hat, some nice white boots and climbed on the bear's back also.

 

"Hup Hup" she said and the Kodiak began to run.

 

The bear, Shaman (hanging on for dear life and still coughing) and Goddess all began to gallop over the frozen tundra toward a massive black koolaid shaped fortress....

[Chesto]

' No one expects the Canadian SuperLupe !' , shouted the unreconstructed preRennaisance cross-dressing men in red, who then exited, sneering, left.

 

'ahem', wheezed the Old One as he clunged...clanged...clinged ( went the trolleeee) onto the rank hair of the monstrously lopeing Kodiak. No response from either the Uberbear or the Goddess.

 

'A. HEM !' gargled the Old One, again.

 

The neck bones of the ursine horror snapped like bra straps at a frat party as the terrible head twisted to look over its mountainous ( told you it would be boring ) shoulder and fixed its bloodorange fell eye on the Old One ,where he cringed in the general vicinity of the lap of the Goddess. And, the dessicated Shaman wondered if he was recalling, correctly, that that scent had been banned under the Universal Mental Health Act, and whether or not those were real or fake, as the Goddess' eyelashes butterfly kissed his cheek and her perfume tickled his hooter as she leaned around him to gaze , longing....

 

The Old One snapped out of his reverie as he realized that he had finally gained the attention, somewhat baleful, of both his companions.

 

' A couple of things, before we continue.' sniffed the prunelike Shaman.

' One. Keith. How many times do I have to tell you!!? Never take biscuits from strange wimmin!!.

B.. Goddess. This hasn't worked out quite the way I expected. Usually after the Howl of The Ancestors it is I, Shaman of the Oldest Old Ones, who am, are, is the terrifying bear. But nevermind.

(Three fingers.) Time to make introductions, I do believe...

 

Goddess, you know me already. ( ... or think you do! BWAHAH H H H H Hic ... dung! every time! ) So without further adieu...ado..., Goddess meet Keith the Kodiak. Keith used to be a Pictish Holyman whose infatuation with the fairer, allegedly, sex caused him to attempt a fire spell, way beyond his payscale, just to impress one of local Innernishshire beauties ( she still had some of her own teeth), but resulting in the vitrification of Burgh... something or other and the atomization, mostly, of himself. I found Keith when, after having driven off the pretentious inhabitant - three wishes , indeed ! -of a lamp I'd had my eye on in a souk in Old Baghdad, he was all that was left after I fumigated said lamp. He has been my ,rather uncooperative, familiar ever since. But, enough of Keith's sorry history, other than to say that he likes to eat things, not necessarily after killing them. And I really wonder at the advisablitly of riding him. It's something I never would have attempted on my own.

 

Keith. The Goddess. She does the catering. And winding up, generally. OW! I can barely hear out of that ear as it is! ( muttering: wimmin in violent evironments...)

 

'Now look here young woomin', whined the Old One, rubbing his ear, ' you've been running around this place for quite some time now, doing this, dispensing that, smiting the other, and never once, in my imperfect recollection, have you, at any time howsomever, ever let it be known what it was that you was begarbing yersen in. So ... I take it very unfair that you should take umbrage that I , the Old One, a Shaman known far and wide... well ... far... for his chivalrous treatment of the fairer (HAH) sex should have the timorous timerity to clothe you, or otherwise, in what I saw fit. So there. NYAAAH. and sucks to you. OW OW OW OW. Not Chinese burns, I beg you! '

 

The Old One, his desertified skull somewhat alight, slaps at the tiny blue flames thereon, muttering all the time about violent wimmin in the environment.

 

LET'S STICK TO THE POINT SHALL WE!!!?, howled the Old One.

 

'The point? I thought I had made that clear. Oh. Okay. My Mukluks! That is the point! They mean a great deal to me, having belonged to my mother. I've had them ever since she met her untimely end ... that time... she... uh... provoked me... ah... about... cleaning... ... Nevermind about that. Suffice to say that I have often regretted my , somewhat, overreaction and that I may have used rather more phosporus in the spell than I meant to. I was young . We were all young once. Making mistakes. ... ... And those mukluks are all that I have left to remind me of dear mummy. Actually, all that was left of her, period, when push came to shove. He he HAH! So! I must have my mother's feet mukluks! Sentimental value, and all that! ahem.

 

Oh! Yeah! Also! I think that we may have something to be concerned about with Nosisab. Something he said about 'borrowing our cortexes' has given me pause for thought. So, as usual, it isn't the obvious enemy one has to look out for.

 

So... onwards to mummy's mukluks !!!'

[nosisab]

Meanwhile Nosisab was, because ancient curse of thinking.... oh no, better stopping mentioning this cursed thing or the locals you be sure you have is the curse of everrepeating...ok, meanwhile Nosisab was having one of his more deeper philosophical doubts ever doubt. One that fairly surpassed even his cosmetic...errr...cosmic ones (now Nosisab dearly hoped everyone find out a clever pun instead he was just gone plainly nut).

 

Well... Nosisab was just having a little bit of big, enormous, constraining curiosity:

 

WHAT THE HECK IS A MUKLUK??????

 

(hoping and fearing a lot more he will find out)

[Lisnpuppy]

The Goddess....upon hearing the confusion of Nosisab regarding Mukluks.....sent him a telepathic definition of these items

 

<Mukluks or Kamik (singular: kamak) are a soft boot traditionally made of reindeer skin or sealskin and were originally worn by Arctic natives, including the Inuit and Yupik. The term mukluk is often used for any soft boot designed for cold weather and modern designs are often similar to high-top athletic shoes. The word "mukluk" is of Yupik origin, from maklak, the Bearded Seal, while "kamik" is an Inuit word. In the Inuipiaq language the "u" makes an "oo" sound, and so the spelling "maklak" is used with the same pronunciation.

 

Another type of boot, sometimes called an Inuit boot, originating in Greenland and the eastern part of Alaska, are made by binding them with animal cartilage and have a centre seam running down to the foot of the boot.

 

>

 

Then she grabbed one off the Shaman's foot and with her mighty Golden Glove Arms....hit Nosisab on the side of the head with said Mukluk...

 

 

 

:biggrin:

[IndorilTheGreat]

gman021 is glad, as he sees his new design taking shape. He is overjoyed in fact, because he knows that with the right allies, he could take over the entire Universe.

 

"Let's see who likes me, and who doesn't," he thinks, with a stupid smirk on his face...

[nosisab]

The goddess mukluk's telepathic explanation brought Nosisab a new level of amazing. He never before saw the object of an telepathic explanation so, ...hmm, objective as he saw, BTW, his peripheral vision saw it just before the knowing of the not so subjective object hit more than his understanding.

 

He was yet wondering the nature of universe on the myriad estelar points dancing front his eyes when the most honest smile he ever saw came accompanied by a little and joyous man, the vast sage's memory pointed as being an Eskimo, not surprising since he was actually an Eskimo of the kind Ekimo were before civilization turned then Inuits.

 

The Inuit closed and rubbed the sage's cranial injured side with a paste of unknown nature but that had the effect of immediate pain relief although leaving a stink the sage couldn't decide what he rather. And so clapped (no more surprises here since he did it using both hands) his own deed, or the very sage for bearing with a remnant of dignity such indignities.

 

All the sudden he sniffed the air and grabbed the mukluk giving it a deep sniff that contributed yet more, if at all possible to the sage's disgust for all smells around. So he began something that seemed a ritual dance uttering a chantique Nosisab could discern a few words, that sounded like: oldon oldon, ...evilish.... olddon ... icebergs... tsunamis .... destroyed igloos .... among others the vast sage's memo...you know... could understand nothing, although the sage's telepathic capacities sought things he would think as voodoo ritual if that vast memory don't told him such rituals were more common at Caribbean places.

 

Anyway gesticulating and cycling said mukluk, himself and Nosisab as to ask giving him the accursed thing. To what Nosisab hadn't objections at all, actually tried to disguise the relief to be free of such fouled smell. And so the Inuit got away muttering things like, igloo comfortable, saved from tsunamis , pretty wife, among others.

 

The mage couldn't help but wonder the manifolds space-time that built the old mummy's gift mukuluk quest.

[nosisab]

gman021 is glad, as he sees his new design taking shape. He is overjoyed in fact, because he knows that with the right allies, he could take over the entire Universe.

 

"Let's see who likes me, and who doesn't," he thinks, with a stupid smirk on his face...

Now and again Nosisab is absorbed with his more immediate project, and after seeing the 'cativante' smile, he smiles back (include here a smirk depleted of all goodness traces, yet seeming irresistibly captivating):devil:

 

Hey gman021, I'm having a little problem finding a certain ingredient maybe you can contribute directly to it's getting. Utters the mage with the images involving a fly, an web, a spider and dinner dancing in his mind.

 

Well, we can aways try the easy way....