Mynx

Mynx sat alone in a corner and quietly mused over her thoughts. Her memories kept taking her back to the time she spent with her family during this time of year. She sighed softly, all of a sudden missing the simple life she once had. Suddenly, Mynx began to grin to herself as an idea struck. Moving from her corner, the feline sorceress wandered off to an emptier part of the Pen, already rehearsing the spell she had in mind... Later that night, all throughout the Pen music and laughter was heard. Anyone who wandered by to look found a miniature banquet, a bonfire of mage flame in the middle of a circle of Pennites, the number steadily growing as more joined. Mynx sat with Gryphon and Cryptomancer, sharing stories with any others who happened to wander by as the joyful mood infected everyone in the area. All that night, and through to the morning, Mynx's conjured tradition remained as she spent the holiday season with the new family she had found.

I'm in.

Mynx tapped her snow white paw on the tabletop of her booth, claws clicking on the hollow wood as the feline sighed. Business was slow - apparently there were less Pennites willing to bludgeon a fellow member than she had guessed. Not to say it hadn't been fun...but Mynx was only really willing to take it so far with one of her closest friends. Getting up, Mynx reached up with her scythe and cut the rope holding the bag, catching it easily before it hit the ground. Banishing the kitten minions with a mere wave of her paw, Mynx untied the sack and pulled it off the treacle covered form of Cryptomancer. Supressing a giggle at the truly sorry sight of the Rune mage's appearance, Mynx muttered a few words under her breath and banished away the treacle. "Sorry," she chuckled as her friend continued to sneeze from his allergies, "I spose you've learnt your lesson now." "It's alright," the raven continued to sneeze, "you're wonderfully imaginative with these things, Mynx." Bowing, the bird spread his wings and took to the sky to explore the rest of the carnival, his sneezes echoing around the Pen as it disrupted his normally graceful flight... OOC: This booth is officially closed. I hoped you enjoyed my revenge on Cryptomancer, and my apoligies if I offended any of you for any reason. Disclaimer: No kittens, minions or otherwise, were harmed during the production of this Piniata game. The aforemeantioned Cryptomancer in said Raven form has agreed not to file charges against the sorceress Mynx. All participants in the manufacturing and running of this event were willing members and have agreed not to try this at home. The sack, kitten minions and scythe are a registered Trademark of Mynx™.

Dedicated to the men who grace my life with their presence... YanYan - In a short space of time you have become a dear and true friend to me. Regardless of the troubles that life throws at you, you refuse to give up and I truly respect that in you. For being a strong and wonderful friend, I thank you. Ozy - I never thought I would be much of a writer. Further more I never thought I would ever be accepted in a place like this. Your overconfidence in my skill and warm welcome to this world has truly meant a lot to me. Another wonderful friend, I thank you. Cryptomancer - My Custos. You have always been there for me, and helped me see that perhaps my ramblings are not half bad. Ever present in my life, you are one of my strongest inspirations and closest friends. My Guardian Shadow, I thank you. And last but not least... Gryphon - What can I say? You have graced my life in a way that words cannot express. I love you baby. There is so much more to say, but never the time to say it all. For being in my life, I thank you. I have so many more things to say, and to so many more people. But most of you already know this. The above is merely a token of my rambled thoughts... I'm going back to the Christmas stuff now...I'm back at work tomorrow so I intend to enjoy today!

Merry Christmas to one and all!

Sounds like a jobline i need to get into. Brilliant. Loved it!

Mynx wanders over and reads the form. After a moment's thought, she bends over the signup list, before hefting her scythe over her shoulder and drifting off. On the form, in two very different forms of writing, were two names... Mynx CheerMynx [OOC: heh...heh...heh...]

I like... Fits my mood at the moment and made me think of 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' Thank you

Interesting... The last time anyone did a search on my name they came up with 'Shameless Woman'... I find this translation to be...well... *glares at Ozy* what you grinning for? *begins to grin anyway* WOOT! *bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce*

Hey all. I need a favour from someone... My folks are taking me for a holiday to America for two weeks at the end of Jan/beginning of Feb. I am going to LA, Vegas, and San Fran. Now here's my request... Does anyone here know of a website that has a decent map of the Hollywood area? It's one of our stops but my dad doesn't know the best location to stay in... If anyone could point me in the right direction that would be muchly appreciated. Anywho, I've got to go earn a living so I'll talk to you all later... *bows and disappears*

*hugs tightly* Take care of yourself, 'Shela. Please? For me? *nuzzles gently* We all want you back, not dead...

A tradition of my time? These days it has been a while since I have performed any sort of tradition that I have not simply picked up from my place of residence at any which time... Casting back my thoughts now though, I remember spending this time of year with my family, when times in that land were still happy and my true form was not what it is now. What I remember most about this time of year was a gathering that my family had. We would gather, all of our blood, and that of whoever was married to ours. My community being small, the gathering would usually wind up being the majority of the village, and we would often include the rest due to friendship. We would gather around a bonfire, with music, dancing, and plenty of food if the harvest was good. It would go late into the night, with the elders telling stories and handing gifts to the youngsters. We would stay up until the donfire died, and then watch the dawn of the new day. It was the one time each year that the entire family was together. The one time that we did not busy ourselves with the work that often kept us from seeing each other during a normal day. Mynx smiles softly at the memories, eyes glistening slightly A simpleton's tradition, I know. But sometime's the simplest are the more valued.

Evil furry creature of my mind's manifestation Named after a psychopath who tortured a nation Smug in your knowledge and mean in your thoughts Being mean to poor llamas who are demons of sorts Everyone thinks you're so cute, but I know That if you could do it, you'd make your eyes glow [OOC: Yes, I know it doesn't make sense...but it does to me... ]

Gryphon smiled to himself as he drifted through the Pen, the festivities of teh carnival putting him in a good mood. His mood brightened even further when he came across the robed but unmistakable figure of Mynx hunched over something on what appeared to be a new booth. Bounding up to his companion, Gryphon noted the fur edging around Mynx's robe - a sign that she was dressing for winter, it seemed - before crowing loudly: "Hey kitt---waa!" Stopping dead in surprise, Gryphon blinked as he took in the face turned to see him. Mynx's fur had faded to match that of a white tiger, her eyes an icy blue. She smiled at the Mage's surprised expression. "Hey baby," she purred, "like the winter look?" Gryphon grinned ruefully, embarrassed by being surprised. "Very nice, Kitten. Whatcha got there? New stall? Hey, isn't that the sack you've been working on?" "Yup" was Mynx's only reply as she set back to working on whatever she was up to. Gryphon watched as the feline poured a bucket of treacle into the sack, tilting his head as he heard a muffled protest in a voice he knew all too well. "Mynx?" Gryphon asked cautiously, "is that Cryptomancer in there?" The bag answered his question: "Mynx, I'm sorry! No more enchanted drinks, I promise!" In response to this outburst, Mynx picked up a few of her kitten minions and dropped them into the bag, inducing a sneezing fit from the Runemage. Watching all this in silence, Gryphon winced as he remembered Cryptomancer's allergies to cat hair. This done, Mynx tied a rope around the sack and hoisted it up into the rafters above her booth, before smiling smugly and taking residence in her booth. The sign below read: PINATA! 5 Geld! The bag won't break, but you can still have a lot of fun! She grinned at Gryphon's somewhat shocked expression as the bag continued to writhe and sneeze. "It's alright," she stated, "I'll let him out soon...ish"

To quoth my friend of Raven form The tool is a powerful wand Filled with the blood of wielder's heart It allows thoughts and words to bond Mightier than a sword, some say I believe this to be true So comfortably it lies within my paw And translates my absent muse

The badge of winter Dancing in the frigid wind Winter's gentle kiss

*giggles maniacally*

I'll pray for you, Sal Don't give up hope

Your time will come, bird. your time will come...

Meditating quietly in a corner, Mynx closes her eyes and opens the rest of her senses to the growing bustle in her surroundings. Her ears begin to twitch slightly as the feline's already keen hearing is heightened by the added focus, picking up the sounds of the carnival about her as it is being set up. Inhaling deeply, Mynx takes in the somewhat comforting scent of hay as she completes the relaxation on her body, the scent bringing back memories of her childhood home, calling thoughts of family and old friends. Completing all she had intended in the clutter of her mind, Mynx retreats from the internal room of her thoughts and opens her eyes, smiling softly to herself as she observes all about her with the heightened colour that follows her methods, her mind and body totally relaxed for the first time in weeks, creating a long missed feeling of relaxed pleasure in the feline's formerly stressed disposition.

*hugs YanYan* my thoughts are with you friend. take care

Says nothing. Pulls Gryphon into a tight embrace and stands there, holding him

*rueful grin* You make it sound like I'm the bad guy by turning it down... I love the story, but turned down carrying it on as I simply don't know enough about the genre... Plus I have a number of other projects on myplate at the moment to take on another that deserves full attention, something I cannot devote right now... Sorry...?

Kiss of the cool winter wind Chilling heated blood Silver glowing of the moon Wiping memory's flood All except my thoughts of You Memories every present Thoughts and visions never leaving Whether moon be full or crescent Kiss of the cool winter wind Standing on the cliff Looking to my place of dreams Memories of your gift [New line: Imaging and entertaining]

Hey, all I said was that OTHER people assume this. I'm insane enough to know that if you're stubborn, you'll do something no matter what... *grins* Quothe the feline who trains with back injuries...