affame_le_geant_caught_in_her_throat fyn gula "and in the day when grandchildren came, they walked amongst nivek woods with his book in hand, the one he made for them during the winter, when snow hugged the ground in the desperation usually reserved for young lovers. he sat with them there, the summer wind blowing through his grey hair and opened the pages to the episode, affame_le_geant_the_mandrill_must_die for they were eager to discover who had come with malicious intention, for ignet blackfire, whom they have come to know and love." ~constance de orio, 'the future is now' couge oktuber had opened the pine cupboard recessed in the wall of the foyer near the back porch and secured implements necessary for stitching the mandrill's wound when he heard the loud and oppressive knocks upon his front door. he knew, immediately, just because of the hollow, insensitive insistence that the person who was seeking his presence was a representative of confrontation. he was always one who was fearless when spmeone or something placed his life or more importantly his wife's of family's life in jeopardy. once, several years back when he and praayli were newly married and there was a celebration of rynomari's freedom from the hold of proina, he was sitting with his bride, brother, and thora (just a girlfriend at the time) around a driftwood fire they made on iceplant beach. there was a crowd of teenage revelers who thought it horseplay to throw a m8o explosive firecracker into their innocent flames. the ensuing noise was so loud that couge's hearing was completely interrupted. he thought for one brief moment that he was a deaf rabbitman, yet the perpetrator would surely pay, not only for the damage to his ears, but for the threat to his family. young couge approached the crowd of deviant youth and challenged them as one. "who the fuck did that shit!" he yelled, and not one of them confessed. moments later his hearing returned to normal. and praayli forever immortalized the moment on the script of her heart, writing with the tears of love. "this be, right here, the man who will love me forever. who will lay down his life for me." and she was right. for the second the threatening knock fell upon his ears, he threw the medicinal items back into the closet and rushed to the door, but not before he brandished his mossberg shotgun he secured from behind the wardrobe in his bedroom. he yanked shells from the nightstand that held a mini sony cd alarm system and slammed them into the gun.. actually, couge was pleased by how the new joseph arthur (redemption's son") was waking him. was it the reason he had stopped snoring? or was it the new pillow?) he swished by praayli who wore a look of worried concentration. twinkletoes sat by the fireplace reading the latest issue of utne, but rose to his feet when he heard the knocking, throwing the magazine in the general direction of the coffee table. he was at full alarm, ready to fight. thora, who had been washing dishes in the kitchen, was the first to see the fiery letters cut into the snow. she read them and felt her breath catch in her throat. couge opened the door. 030203 what's it to you? who go blather from