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Inktober Day 12 – The Kappa

The Kappa – Yokai of Japan

Today’s Inktober is based on a Japanese demon known as The Kappa part of the Yokai demons, he lives in embodiments of water, rivers, lakes and ponds.

Kappas are renowned for their obsession and passion for cucumbers and therefore locals often give offerings of cucumbers at festivals to the kappa’s to keep them from becoming harmful to the villagers.

Kappas have a naturally forming dip at the top of their heads which constantly hold water, if the water was to be accidentally spilled out, the kappa can become extremely weak or die.  It is said, if you are by an embodiment of water and you see a large aquatic humanoid which represents a human, frog and tortoise mixed together, sometimes they may seem like half duck and turtle that is a kappa and that if you do not have a cucumber to hand, this creature will either rape you anally and steal a part of your soul or tear your limbs apart as their second favourite form of food; So what do you do to ensure you are safe from this creature if you can’t give it an offering – you bow, these creatures are awfully polite and will bow back at you, spilling the water from their heads and rendering them helpless until they can top the water back up in its head giving you enough time to scarper!  Despite how evil all of this sounds, it is also thought that Kappas aren’t always malevolent, in fact often times they can be benevolent and help people who go fishing, particularly if they have been appeased with a cucumber or two.

In old Tokyo many people believed that if you ate cucumbers before going fishing you could prevent an attack, but then this act was banned by law because it was seen to be provoking the kappas to attack all the more!

 

 

 

 

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Snippet 2016 = 1

Relaxed, lounging on the cream velvet chaise lounge dressed in a gold silk dress she smoked from her cigarette extension listening to adagio for strings on full volume, watching the city below her closing down for the night.

Her man, not far from her was helping himself to another glass of whiskey quietly and thoughtfully.

Years has past she thought to herself, years they have seen mortals below them come and go in their petty little lives, lives that they needed and not any of them ever questioned how long they’ve stayed in the area and how they’ve never changed, not even a spot.

Funny creatures she thought to herself.

Such potential though, their talents are wasted on their greed and their dramas, if only they knew.

Finally she broke the silence.

“Are you hunting tonight darling”? She said to the man behind her.

“I hadn’t thought of it, why are you hungry then my dear”?  He enquired.

Now I understand that this snippet is full of adverbs and mistakes, but this is what I do when I am between writing actual stories.  I just sit and I write random stuff and the most frustrating thing is that on Facebook I have many friends who are writers and I ask them questions like “do you do this too”?  They never answer me.  So am I alone in how I write?  Or do all writers sit down with a plan?

Also understand that this is a first draft and is not part of a planned story, it was just something I wanted to get out of my head and I couldn’t go any further with.

 

 

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dragon starseed

I come from dragon stock, though we’re misunderstood

I came to earth for protection in my childhood

Someday I know I’ll leave this place

But I’d rather it be now

For humans are not friendly to those with claws and tails

I come from dragon stock, we are very friendly

But humans they won’t believe it, they shout and attack us in frenzy

I don’t know why they do it

I do not understand

But there is something quite wrong, with the ways and thoughts of man

I hope the Sirians are successful in teaching them a new way

But right now I’m stuck here and I am counting off the days

I come from dragon stock, but don’t believe the lies

I am not here to control you in a devilish guise

I am here for sanctuary, I am here in peace

I want to try and fit in, may your discrimination cease

I am from dragon stock; I’ll be here for a while

For I cannot go back home for there’s a war that’s quite vile

I am just a hatchling, I am just a babe

I am here for protection, not for humans to enslave

I am from dragon stock and here now ends my tale

I am waiting for acceptance, but so far you’ve all failed

 

 

 

 

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human mask

They are whispering cryptic messages in my ear

They tell me of promises

I treasure their words and I hold them dear

But are they real?  I am insane, I fear

 

I’m growing into something different

Something not of this world

I’ve never been human they say

Slowly their secrets unfurl

 

The unfurling isn’t quick enough

I feel I’m quite unique

But unless I’ve found the proof about it

My futures looking bleak

 

What am I?  I whisper back to them

But they do not yet reply

They just tell me of the things I’m to do right here

Their evasiveness makes me cry

 

I’m living in two different worlds

Yet I am trapped in one

Confused of what’s real or not

This isn’t at all fun

 

How I wonder if I’ll die in this shell or not?

How often I sit back and think if all this knowledge is rot

Do I have a magic self, that’s hiding in mortal light?

Or am I suffering from madness, a devil’s toy and delight?

 

Maybe I won’t ever know

Maybe I’ll be forgotten

But if all these things are not really real

Then that is flaming rotten

 

I don’t feel at home here on earth, not at all

I need to go home to the place I belong

And then I will feel tall

 

I need this magic to stay alive, I need that very life

For I cannot cope living within in a mask, my fake human life causes me strife

And the reality of madness cuts into me like several knives

I need my magic life

 

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Legend of the gargoyle

There was once an ancient legend in our land, that deemed that no heart should be broken by man, for if he did a spell be cast, that this wretched human to stone be cast, to exist as a gargoyle upon the walls of Snell, our beloved fortress we love so well.

It is said in the dead of night a fair young maiden received this plight, a young stranger came to our land and made a promise to this maiden’s hand, a ring he bestowed upon her finger but the little louse he did not linger.

But before the gates had time to open the spell was cast and his image broken, with a contorted grin and piercing eyes, claw like nails he’ll be despised.  A memory of a loveless night, revenge is sweet and it served him right.

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