Hey people! Sorry for not uploading since forever.
The keys in my old laptop started to fall out of the keyboard, and I've managed to get myself a new one (Back to school for Uni stuff yay!) Buuuuuut, it's windows 8 and I'm still getting the hang of using it and moving my files from one laptop to the other.
I will update as soon as I figure out how to use this bloody, drongo thing. I'm an old grumpy bloke when it comes to electronics, even though I'm a chick. Grumpy old men are worse then grumpy old ladies (in my honest opinion)
Here's a random fact to slightly make up for my horrible Tardiness.
"Zen! All the facts in the world couldn't make up for your creepy horrible Golem-like actions!"
I know people, I know. But I'm lazy, so this is the closest you get to a proper apology until I get the chance to write another chapter.
Women can't play the didgeridoo, in some regions of Australia they are completely forbidden to touch the instrument. However, some tribes are more lenient, and allow the woman to play as a hobby, but never ever in a traditional setting, i.e. for celebrations, dances and the like. But, the women usually sing and play the clapsticks. Always the clapsticks. They're pretty much just little round tubes of wood you hold in your hands and hit together a particular way.
Enough rambling! I have to get to bed! It takes me an hour and a half of travel to get to campus, and I start at 8 a.m. tomorrow BLERGH!!!
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The Run
Teen FictionCerys, a lone were-cat has just given birth to her first litter. Because of her species evolution, and the fact that her kind constantly choose to stay as loners, she was able to do this without the help of a mate. With only one kitten from her litt...
