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Here is the man who pushed my sister out of a moving car!
Horse Moon
satyrsdance
http://douglasville.patch.com/articles/driver-responsible-for-girls-death-denied-bond#comment_6735270

Help me him behind bars. He is after my sister, Megan Lea Hood. I cannot allow him to hurt her again.

If you have ever loved a horse, please help Northstar
Last Unicorn-We do not Vanish
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Northstar, a beautiful horse, was set on fire.




If you ever looked into the eyes of a horse and found a facet of your soul, please help Northstar. Northstar has all the beautiful strength of the legendary Pegasus and though he cannot fly, he has given my heart wings and thus I must spread his story. He has all the gentleness of spirit and great loving heart of the magnificent Unicorn. Though he has no spiral horn, there is a magic in his warm eyes all the same.

My friends, my family, I beseech you to pray. send healing energies and, if you can, send assistance to Northstar, who has been grievously hurt by the wicked and truly evil. You can write Northstar letters on his website; encourage him. This beautiful horse deserves all our love and support.

www.helpnorthstar.com

Writer's Block: B.Y.O.B. Holidays
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What is on your holiday wish list this year? One random answer will win a $50 Amazon gift card. [Details here]


I would love a HP G62-367DX Notebook for my loving fiance, who has graciously let me use his own computer when my laptop died, despite the fact he works from home. He is a wonderful and giving man; nothing would make me happier than to give him a brand new laptop. This is the least I could do for the man who change my life for the better.

Writer's Block: What’s on your mind?
Five Peace
satyrsdance
What are you thinking about right now?


All I want for Christmas is to be pregnant.

Rite, Feast, Craft
Horse Moon
satyrsdance
I woke up at 8am yesterday morning, rolled out of bed to find sneakers, blue jeans, tank top and t-shirt. I had been waiting for near to a year for this and it was a wonder I got any sleep last night with all the thoughts running in my head. It is no small thing to kill your first mammal and now I feel there is a stark difference in killing a snake (which I have a few) and killing something with soft hair, warm skin and eyes expressive as your own human ones. Colin and I headed out as soon as he got some food in him and we drove out to Walmart to get a tub. Then it was to Mr. Kelley's farm and let me tell you, I've never seen so many goats in my life. It's a humbling experience, standing waist deep in around 100-150 caprine animals, all excepting the youngest kids sporting horns. It should be known that goats can make more interesting noises that most humans could ever imagine and there ability to mimic human sound in nothing short of amazing. Picking one required a little time; not something I wanted to rush in the slightest. The first buck I pointed out in the herd Mr.Kelly wanted to keep and I can't blame him. This fellow of bittersweet sable with a inky black spinal ridge; a beautiful, dark beast. The next buck I found was solid white in body but his entire head was midnight black without interruption. A little small on closer inspection and so he was spared. Then Mr. Kelly pointed out a sibling of his, a solid white but for his chestnut head, neck and one chestnut sock. Lovely young one and then came the wrangling.



Now let me tell you something about wrangling a goat. If it sounds easy, destroy that thought in your mind before it takes root. There is nothing simply about catching a fleet footed quadruped with horns who has no interest in being caught by you. Goats are quick and have no qualms about rearing up and jumping away from you like their cousin, the deer. It took Colin, Mr.Kelly and me to corner this buck with two of his siblings flanking him. He feigned for Colin and then rushed me and I grabbed him. Now, let me tell you my decision to grab him was quickly replaced by my decision to pull him to the ground with all my body weight. For all that this goat wasn't any bigger than Riley, he was strong. I finally secured his body with my legs and my hands around the base and back of his throat so he wouldn't flay about. Or tag me with his horns on accident. All in all, he was exceptionally well behaved in his capture; never tried to kick, butt, gore or bite me once. Holding a goat is hard work because it's not like he stops trying to get away after you have him. It seemed like an entire year had gone by before Colin got back with the rope.



Colin tied the goat and then it was my job to carry him to the car. He was a pretty good weight and he wasn't happy about me picking him up. Nubians and their crosses scream, rather like humans when scared or upset. It's loud; my head was ringing by the time I got him back to the car. Now in his big tub, he laid down and calmed himself. Colin gave Mr. Kelley $70.00 dollars and back to A C Carey we went.



Now, we got him in the pen and let him calm down. Colin sharpened Saa, the knife he made me for my birthday. I got rehydrated and fixed up a snack for our goat. He wasn't interested so it was wine soaked apricots for the four of us.



And now, it was time. I took Saa in my hand and got down on my knees. I prayed and I thanked my patrons. The details of those prayers were only meant for the ears of my Gods and my Witnesses that stood by me. I will not share them.



I rose from my feet and when we caught the goat again I laid him across my lap. I petted him gently, smoothing his fur and calmed him. It is no small field of emotional ground to cover to hold something in your lap, touch it, sooth it, pet it and try to give it the last comfort of it's life. I put the point of Saa against the neck just behind the carotid artery and pushed with all my strength. The death scream of your first kill brands itself across your mind and soul as powerfully as losing your virginity; I will never forget the former anymore than I could the later. I needed Colin's assistance because the neck muscles were harder to sear through for me but he assured me that it was good cut. So we sat, holding the head as we bled him out the color of the fresh, arterial blood was like no red I have ever seen. Such a bright shade is almost hard for the human brain to process.



We hung him up and began the initial skinning process. It's important to tie off the urinary track as well as the lower intestine so you spare yourself a smell mess. In fact, the goat didn't smell at all until the dog ripped open the stomach after we gave them the offal we removed. To tell you the truth, that smell was no different or worse that a compost heap. It's mostly or partially digested grass, grain and acorns. I don't know how long it took Colin and I to remove the skin but at one point I was sitting under the hanging goat, 3/4 of raw hide in my lap while I pulled as hard as I could to remove the rest. It was the strangest thing I have ever felt, hand sliding between the still hot body and the skin as I used my fingertips to separate the silvery, thin subcutaneous layer between. The men were telling me it was like that of entering a woman, after a fashion.



Skin removed, Colin saw to the butchering while I tended to the hide. I had to get this nailed up and down in the cellar to cool off the body heat and soft dry before I began the truth defleshing process. I used a trowel to loose the fat layer and some of the flesh that had come away with the hide. It worked wonderfully and soon I found purchase underneath. It was slippery work and really labor intensive, I broke a fat sweat down in this otherwise cool cellar. 2 hours later, I had a damn beautiful defleshed hide that I covered in two pounds of salt and set in the tub for draining, which it would do over the next 2-4 days. Colin helped me get what he calls the 1% of the flesh off but I must give him credit. I was bone tired, my back was keying and my finger near to useless by the time I was almost to the salting stage. He helped me and my wonderfully husband to be was a great helper.



Seamus fetched everything I needed, provided extract hands and encouragement throughout the whole of the day. I never lacked for a drink or someone to hold my knife or pop pain medication into my mouth to give me the extra push I needed to get done. He was so supportive and it seems ever time I turn around, I fall more in love with this man who has come to understand me so well. This hide will be a sporran for him, a wedding present and I am putting my all into it. It is my greatest wish that it comes out perfect for my mate.



After a meal of mashed potatoes and the smoked goat ribs Angela made for us from out kill, we tested cut bottles and Seamus and Colin gave me a full body massage after the day's work. It made all the difference this morning. After they rubbed me down with copious amounts of shea butter, I took a long, cool, soapy shower and shed myself off all the blood, guts, oil and hair I had accumulated. Yes, I was washing my arms and face like I was scrubbing down for surgery every time I could but the shower was like heaven.



It was all I could do to drive home. Seamus bought us a bed time snack and I stayed awake just lone enough for us to eat, him to shower and I was out almost as soon as the light was out. I slept harder than ever before.



Killing has changed me, I can feel it as easily as the first cold snap of autumn. It isn't easy to explain but I suspect Colin, Ang and Seamus can see it, sense it and feel it.



No small amount of ground I have covered and it is will all my soul am I grateful to my teacher who is also brother of my choosing, my Gods and my friends. They gave me so much and without knowing it, prepared me for that took place yesterday.

Late Night Shambling Mounds.
Horse Moon
satyrsdance
I don't keep this journal worth a shit, at least not like so many others do. The only time I really get into the thing is when I'm waiting around for something to happen or my mind such reaches out to LJ for a lack of something better to do. Like now, at 3:26am on a Friday morning, waiting around for phase 1 of my Silk Fudge cake to come out. Nine more minutes and counting down. My baby made bacon for me, which takes the edge off my throbbing leg. It fell out of the socket and snapped back last event and it's hurt all week. I'm going to take a flexerol when I got to bed. I need sleep well before an event; better make that a sleeping pill too. My hours at work are picking up and Target isn't so bad. Trying to find a place in TN; it will be easy to change stores with Target. I would love to be closer to my Larp family.


Event this weekend. I cannot wait.

I only speak the truth
Horse Moon
satyrsdance
When you came in, the went out.
And every shadow, filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are but before the night is through.
I want to do bad things to you.

He is mine.

Farewell, all my years of journaling
Horse Moon
satyrsdance
I think this will be my last post. I haven't really touched this place in a long time and it's importance has declined from me greatly. It is time to close the chapter on Satyrsdance. It has been fun but in this journal are so many things that had outlived their time and should be placed to rest. So this is the end for my LJ experience. I will still blog occasionally but mostly, the need to record my thoughts every moment of the day has gone out of me. Perhaps because it was so intrensically tied to my teenage years that it went on for so long. Teenage and young adult. However, I find myself almost 25 and I want to move on from this. I won't be deleting my journal but I won't be posting in it any more after this.

I will still be making my occasional blog on Myspace.

Good Bye, Lj. It's been a blast.


Words that Stir Me
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satyrsdance
Below are 12 lines from 12 different songs that stir me (i.e make me smile, tear up, laugh manically etc.)

1. "You make me feel out of my element, like I'm walking on broken glass."

2. "A little something just to take off the edge, a little more and I'll fall of the planet entirely."

3. "What they say, won't make us go away."

4. "I can't tell where your love ends and where your lust beings."

5. "I'de like to be the one to pull you through your darkest times, I love to be the light that finds you."

6. "Give me your kings, let me squeeze them in my hand."

7. "Here we belong, fighting to survive in a war with the darkest powers."

8. "I'm sick of this sickness; don't touch me, you'll get this"

9. "When we kiss, I'm hypnotized."

10. "And Mother I've tried, over and over and over to open my eyes."

11. "And if you're strong enough, together we can take the world apart, my love."

12. "Help me understand honey, why you've give into all these dark desires."

The Difference Between Us
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satyrsdance
It has occured to me that I have been living someone else's life.

Let me explain. This year has been hard for me. No, not as hard as it has been for others, but not easy either. I've had alot of downs...more downs than ups. For a long time, there was this gnawing pain in my chest. However, instead of looking down, reconizing and treating the source of the pain...well I was running away. Away to another girl's life, which seems ridiculous when I think about it.

I feel like I've let Fiveplay dominate my personality and my sense of identity. Don't get me wrong, I love NERO. However, where is the line drawn.

This is what I mean.

1) When an event is coming up, I'm the first to get into character and the last to get out of it. I can't seem to just switch back.

2) When I talk about Fiveplay, it is always in the first person. It is never "Fiveplay did this.." it is always "I did this. This happened to me." etc.

3) In game turmoils and romances mess with my out of play perceptions.

Lately, I have been doing my best to step out of thats girl's boots. After all, her life is full of things I don't want. I don't want a dead beat baby's daddy, I don't want kids right now, I don't want the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I have made a good change to referring to Fiveplay in the third person.

I mean, I am Ashlyn. The Ash, the Dark Majesty...The Jade Eyed Beast, the Shadow Beauty. Okay, maybe the last three are giving me a little too much credit but you see my point. I am Ash and I need to love that, cherish it, be fuck off proud of that.

I had a very deep talk with Darryl recently and he put some things into perspective for me. The fact is, I know who I am and I know what I am not.

I am NOT a miserable human being.
I am NOT a waste of human flesh
I am NOT a husk of a human being.
I am NOT a sniveling coward.

I am a woman full of Love.
I am a woman full of Feeling.
I am a woman of Beauty.
I am a woman of Strength.
I am a woman who has Courage.

And what I have come to realize in the last few days is that it isn't the horns that make me beautiful, sexy, confident or strong. I don't need the horns to make people notice me, to captivate people, to make people laugh or enjoy my company.

If anything....I make the horns sexy.

In the next few days, I will be taking a new batch of photos. However, this time I will not be Fiveplay.

It is time for the world to see Ashlyn. Its time for me to be happy with who and what I am.

It's my time to shine like a star.


[Just so we are clear. I am not planning to quit NERO. I will, however, be showing up at less events to concentrate on getting into college, getting a new job and spending time with my friends outside of the game. Love you guys, but I need to concentrate on my real life and I've been running from that for too long.]

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