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| Shivae! | [[Cler looks at his behind.]] / [[Cler tries standing, forepaws off the ground...]] / [[...then falls down again.]] / [[Taw, standing on all fours, is looking at Cler.]]
/ Taw: Well.... you have that part of standing down, Cler! http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011119 |
| Shivae! | [[Frontal shot of Cler, on his front. Behind him are Taw and Trea, and Cean's muzzle is visible. Trea is standing, and bot Trea and Taw are looking at Cler's back.]]
/ Trea: You don't have wings! / [[Cler looks over his shoulder.]]
/ Cler: I don't.... what are wings? The things on your backs? I didn't.... notice. / [[Trea and Cler are looking at Cler's back.]]
/ Cler: I don't see anything!
/ Trea: Of course not, they're not there! / [[Shot of the chicks' box.]]
/ Cler: MOTHER!!! http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011120 |
| Shivae! | [[Duske looks into the box.]]
/ Duske: Yes, hungry again?
/ Taw/Cler/Cean: No! / [[Frontal shot of Cler, Taw, and Cean. Cler's head is bowed.]]
/ Cler: I don't have wings.... / [[Duske nuzzles Cler. Cean is in the background.]]
/ Duske: Is that all, Cler? We don't all have wings. Your father and sister don't. / [[Closer shot of Cler, rubbing his head against Duske's muzzle.]]
/ Cler: Why? http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011121 |
| Shivae! | [[Duske's head is in the upper-left corner of the panel, with the chicks looking up at her.]]
/ Duske: It's a long story and you will have to be quiet and listen. / [[The chicks are sitting, looking up, silent.]] / {{The strip turns black and white, with Duske narrating.}}
/ [[Black Shivae, with some rocks in the background.]]
/ Duske: In the beginning of our world, none of us had wings, or really a need for them. / [[Black Shivae, looking up at a bird flying by.]]
/ Duske: Except for one.... http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011122 |
| Shivae! | [[Black Shivae standing on a hill beside a tree, watching some birds flying towards a mountain in the background.]]
/ Duske: In those days, all Shivae were black or white. / [[Closeup of the black Shivae.]]
/ Duske: Caedi was a very young black Shivae. / [[Closeup of Caedi's eye. She's looking up.]]
/ Duske: She was ordinary, like any other Shivae. / [[Shot from behind and to one side of Caedi. She's looking up, and there is a tree and some grass in the background.]]
/ Duske: But her attention was often turned to the sky, to the birds and their freedom. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011123 |
| Shivae! | [[Caedi's head in the lower-right corner of the panel. Three other Shivae, two white ones and a black one, play in the background, in front of some bushes.]]
/ Duske: Caedi didn't like playing with the other Shivae. / [[Frontal shot of Caedi walking, bushes in the background.]]
/ Duske: She didn't like her thoughts interupted by their want to play.... constantly. / [[Closeup of Caedi's head, bushes behind her. Caedi looks annoyed.]]
/ Duske: So she hid. Everyday. / [[Caedi's tail sticking out of a bush, a white Shivae looking at it.]]
/ Duske: And the other Shivae thinking it was a game, always found her. Everyday. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011124 |
| Shivae! | Hold still, little one. / My shoulders tickle! http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20011130 |
| Shivae! | Caedi: I like being able to fly. / Narrator: Caedi had a lot to think about as she flew home. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020107 |
| Shivae! | Caedi (thinking): Surely there is more to this. He would not give me a gift and then tell me to give it away for no reason. / Narrator: Caedi decided that whil she didn't fully understand it, she would do it. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020109 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Chapter 1 - The Dreaming Soul
/ Narrator: Meet Sasha Cole. At age 17, she's your average teenager. She's an aspiring artist and in possession of an excessive, some might say -- eccentric personality, if she were of wealthy parentage.
/ Up until school began earlier this year, she was also happier than your average teenager.
/ Life is change,... but it shouldn't be the end. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020403 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Narrator: Sasha, or Sash, as she usually goes by, had everything.
/ Lots of friends. / A steady boyfriend.
/ With a perfect smile. / A good home. Loving parents and an older sister. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020405 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Narrator: But the tests were ruining it all.
/ She had failed--
/ All of them.
/ Sash's friends avoided her now. Her boyfriend recently dumped her, and he parents were upset.
/ Her last chance was the IQ test she'd just turned in, but she's fallen short on previous ones.
/ She knew she didn't pass.
/ Too bad there wasn't a creativity test; That was the only area she was truly gifted in, but it meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
/ She had failed -- and she would pay the price.
/ Soon. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020408 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Chapter 2 - The Pride of Young Lions
/ Narrator: The Priade Family
/ Spoiled children awaiting the death of their father so they can see the succession.
/ Only one really wants to be there. The other seven are only there because it's required of them.
/ Their mother --Magdalena, she watches.
/ Their father --Donovan, it's only a matter of time. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020410 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Narrator: Tina - 27 - the rockstar. She's charismatic. / Justin - 26 - the black sheep. Disagrees with his family's ways. / Carman - 25 - the recluse nobody really knows. / Mila - 24 - the gossip talkshow host. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020412 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Narrator: Darrin - 23 - the Politician. He truly does want to change the world for the better. / Irma - 22 - the Cracker. Public enemy number 1 to any computerized system. / Jordan - 21 - the Successor. The chosen one to follow in his father's footsteps. / Blake - 19 - No particular aim in life. He just lives for the day. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020415 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Doctor: We've done all we can, and his condition has not improved.
/ Magdalena: Yes. We knew this day was soon coming. / Narrator: Two weeks earlier, Donovan suffered a series of heart attacks. But still he lingered on. Stubborn and unwilling to pass on despite the damage... But his body was failing.
/ It was only a matter of time now. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020417 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Narrator: A matter that was taking far too long for Blake.
/ Blake: (Why should I be here? It's not like he wants me to be here.) http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020419 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Blake: About time.
/ Jordan: Show some respect, Moron! He is our father! http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020422 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Blake: Your father. He was never mine. Just yours, Jordan.
/ Jordan: Blake, you will take that back--
/ Blake: No, I will not. It's not like you or anyone else can make me. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020423 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Magdalena: Blake. Jordan. You should not begin like this. It does not look good.
/ Blake: Mother...
/ Blake: (Spoiled brat! Always gets his way.) / Magdalena: Blake, your brother has a ceremony to perform, and you will attend and not cause a disturbance.
/ Magdalena: This is how it is and will be. http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020424 |
| PURE: Unnatural Selection | Blake: (It is not fair. It should be me.) / Magdalena: Blake, don't be unreasonable. You are acting like a child.
/ Blake: I didn't get to be a child. How would I know? / Blake: (Should be me. If it had been, I'd have turned it down. Mother. You know it should have been me.) http://shivae.net/pure/archive.php?day=20020425 |
| Shivae! | You will carry out eggs, you little winged freak! / Get our eggs to safety first. Then you may come back for yours. Otherwise, we will rip your wings and leave you here alone, Taun! http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020507 |
| Shivae! | [[Duske looks over the strange hatchling she has just rescued from a damaged egg]]
/ Duske: There now, little one. Is that better? Perhaps it is only a cut? Mura, can you do anything?
/ Mura: Duske,... He will be crippled, if he survives.
/ Mura: See how his forleg is swollen--it's broken. / Duske: Chicks in crushed eggs can recover. They get their chance to live if they have that will. / Mura: Duske,... He is a freak. Look! Scythetails do NOT have wings! He will hava a miserable life,...
/ Duske: Mura. Just do it. He will be my responsibility.
/ Mura: I suppose I can try to set the bone and wrap it... but he's so small. / [[Duske and Mura take the strange hatchling out of the scythetail cave. On the horizon, they can see a prairie fire bearing down on them.]]
/ Duske: That will do, Mura... the Scythetails will not be back now... look at the red teeth! / Duske: I'll take him home... http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020623 |
| Shivae! | [[Duske sets the injured scythetail hatchling down with her own brood. Her mate, Rill, eyed the child of their enemies dubiously.]]
/ Duske: I do not know. I found him,... discarded in a broken shell in the scythetail nest.
/ Rill: I ... see. / Duske [to the hatchling]: There now. You're safe here. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020709 |
| Shivae! | [[Avi, Taw, Cean, and Cler stare at the newcomer.]] http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020711 |
| Shivae! | [[A sketch of a hatchling Shivae.]]
/ {{Shivae (c) 2002 Tiffany Ross / Shivae.net}} http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020826 |
| Shivae! | It was a beautiful afternoon. The weather was pleasantly cool and relaxing. A gentle breeze was blowing in the smell of fall and the creatures of the forest were going about their usual business of the year. Eating.
/ A mixed herd of unicorns and horses grazed contently in the still lush fields that rimmed a series of deep gullies. It was a small herd of six mares, two colts and three fillies. Their stallion was a rangy looking buckskin with a black muzzle. He stood on the lookout, ears forward in attention and only occasionally dropping his head to crop grass. / "There's the herd, Riva,.." An over exuberant voice whispered from one of the towering trees at the edge of the forest. A pair of Shivae chicks were perched up in the branches, as close to the herd as they could get. One of them was a bright flashing orange and crimson with a cream colored belly, black muzzle and paws. The other was a duller tan with the same markings. Brothers. They both had jet-black stripes crisscrossing their bodies. And now, their blue gray eyes were fixated on the herd. / They were hunting, even though they were really too young to hunt. They still had their baby fat and were a little clumsy, but they both also had wings and that helped them immensely in keeping out of harm's way. / "Let's go!" Vas clawed the bark urgently, tail twitching back and forth. / "They're not afraid of us, Vas,…" Riva shook his head, settled onto the branch in observation. "How do we get them to run the way we want?" / Vas cocked his head sideways, peering up at the branches, now in deep thought. "Hmm,…" His brother had a point. The herd was not afraid of two Shivae chicks. They were small and none of them could hope to drag down or even injure a horse or unicorn, without being severely hurt in the process. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020908 |
| Shivae! | "How do puffers chase us off when we annoy them?" Vas twisted his body around and placed his fore claws on the tree trunk. Puffers. Very fun to play with because they were quick fuzzy little creatures that took awhile to stalk successfully or dig out of their burrows. / "They get bigger and make lots of noise,…" Riva flexed his wings, idly lifting a forepaw to scratch just below his short feathery crown. "Hurts my ears. But we can't do that, Vas." / "No,.. we can't,…" Vas jumped and started to scramble up the tree trunk to the higher thinner branches. "At least, not like the puffers, but I have an idea! Come up here!" / "Last time I did that,…" Riva sighed, peering up uncertainly, "I had to sit in mud for a day to get buzzer thorns out of my skin!" That particular plan had gone badly. To get the sweet bark the buzzers made, Vas had suggested they get above the buzzers since buzzers always flew down and drop things on the bark until it fell down. / They quickly learned that buzzers could indeed fly up just as well as down. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020910 |
| Shivae! | The herd continued grazing, oblivious to the two scheming Shivae chicks, that is until the chicks wanted to be heard. They rustled the leaves and bit through the branches of several clumps of foliage, then leapt out of the tree, carrying the branches and rustling leaves in her fore claws. Then they screeched as loudly as they could, hoping that their strange appearance would throw the herd off. / Horses and unicorns scattered in a panic. / 'It's working! They're running!' Vas thought proudly as he flew the branches around. Only his wings could be seen coming out of the foliage and the herd only saw a strange flying noisy thing that they'd never seen before. It was enough. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020912 |
| Shivae! | The only problem was, the stallion wasn't fooled. With a ringing neigh, he charged down into the herd and bared his teeth at the first mare he reached, almost jerking her off the ground as he roughly grabbed her by the back of the neck to get her attention. / "Stop, you fools!" He let her go and kicked at another that was passing nearby. "You are running for no reason!! Just Shivae chicks! No threat! Now stop!" He grunted and with ears laid back saw that he'd gotten most of the mare's attention. / "Guess it wasn't that good of an idea." Vas and Riva dropped the branches once they saw that the horses were not going where they wanted them to. Most of them had stopped running and were simply prancing around the field, snorting and noting the smell of Shivae on the air. http://shivae.net/archive.php?day=20020917 |