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This thread will unravel a string of events going back 762 thousand years.
Not every inch will be inspected, dissected.
That would take ten lifetimes of Tales.



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Some debts are multi-generational, these following the blood line.
Some debts follow the original Sire.

Red Dog, bears witness to this, in part, postpartum.
Going forward, his sires had become multi-generational.

He got in the middle of a long struggle between two Universes.
He was nowhere to be seen at the beginning, nor at any middle.

Red Dog is that late tree.
His bark became greater than those original roots.
 

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Both King Brian and Gwendolyn headed down those stairs, the steps found, going to that below place, under Are Dee's, house.
Nemesis followed the two down.

Down to business.
To the business of punishment.
 

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Some of you may wonder why King Brian did not use his magic against Queen Nemesis to thwart her actions.

Ah, to do so would be to use black magic.

He can, he chooses not to.

The only leprechaun ‘ever’ to do so was his only female apprentice, that treacherous break-away Mavis.
 

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The two little folks went down the wooden stairs, their feet making the old steps creak, as each step was leveraged down.


An odd thing…..

Nemesis made not one step squeak, yet she was a very solidly built, female warrior.

The two leprechauns stood under the single, very bright bulb in the center of the basement.

There were wooden and cardboard boxes all along the walls, and the place had that musty basement smell, though no seeping water could be seen anywhere.


“I know the two of you betrayed all of us, with your trickery, your magic, with you bringing Red Dog before all of us”.
You have insulted all of us, who love the dog..


Gwendolyn started to weep, then she broke down, shaking badly, she then spoke.

“We did lie, we lied to make Sunny happy”.

“We did do magic, we are guilty”.

Tears rolled down her little round face.



Brian spoke softly, “It was my idea and my magic, Gwen played a small part in this deception”.

“I am her Sovereign, she did my bidding, she is innocent”.

“I take all the responsibility for this lie”.


“No! I enjoyed the lying, I am a liar”. Gwendolyn took her share of the blame.


Nemesis waved her arms forward and outward, flames burst forward, as both the leprechauns began to burn.
 

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When young, one of my favorite movies was the Maltese Falcon.
It is a classic.

Really!
 

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I am fearful of continuing, my friends have now been flamed.
 

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As soon as the flames started, they ceased. The pain was enormous.

Both of them screamed out in pain.

Looking down at themselves, they noted their clothes has been singed and both had most of their hair singed off.

Their skin was strangely spared.

King Brian looked, oddly funny. He no longer had that favorite beard of his.
It was singed off.

Turning into a cat, Nemesis sprinted up the basement stairs, her not being seen again for weeks.
 

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The arguing began....

"Why did you invite her', asked the little King?

"I didn't, you did!"

"Well, you look better, you needed a haircut!" Brian was red in the face.

"What, you old coot, it is about time you got rid of that old scroungy beard with all the food stuck in it!"

"Hah, I am going to get my switch, I will teach you not to talk back to your King!"

"Aye, you are my King, but I am your best subject, by far!"

After a bit more fighting, they hugged and laughed themselves silly.

"It was worth it, was it not, King Brian?"

"Aye, it was, the look on Sunny's face was worth a beard singing".

They ran up the stairs and began to think of some story to tell as to how their hair and clothes got burned.

Brian remembered that little mean dragon that used to stalk him all the time.

Yes, that little ****** made an appearance, and he caught the both of them, off guard.
 

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Red Dog has a *DeadName, actually two.

Before he was transformed into a dog, his first name was Michael McBride. He was written about by another author.
King Brian turned McBride into a dog.

A true story, it was.



I dare not mention the dog’s second, much earlier name, an Ancients name.
If I did, I would be smote.

Yes, even as Number 3, I can be rendered permanently gone, as a great being…. Dead in a blast of fire..



Red Dog’s second name came from original genetic matter that he picked up in those Elysian Fields.

Ulysses, his body, was buried in those fields. No modern machine could find a grave that was thousands of years old.

Only, an amazing dog could, and did.



Yes, the second DeadName came from materials that Ulysses had obtained and which was buried with (him).

I was going to write, ‘material that he stole’.

But, to me, anything that another holds incidentally, and not of his own creation, is not really his forever, and is always up for grabs.

Only a great warrior as was Ulysses and his friend Jason would have the guile, bravery and skills to snatch this material from, A GOD.

That Tale is the greatest Tale of trickery ever told.



A God
as powerful as Our God, The God.

A God in a separate but rather equal second Universe.



You remember from a previous Tale, I wrote about Black Dog, and of Red Dog, both being in that creature that we have seen in the flesh, remember this Tale, dog tail-bit?

Could these two be part of those two Universes?
Universes, not dimensions.

Think THIS.

Yea, that is the ultimate key to what the dog is made of, made from.

*One's dead name is one given up after transforming.



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Red Dog is the ultimate tranny.

A species tranny. He did keep his gender.
It engendered him, not different.

His sex identity became a huge problem for him.

A man living inside a dog, a beast. The dog identifies as a man. His sexual preferences did not change.

And, he has two races of dog in him. A black and a red.

How does, how would such a dog find sexual relief?
No one (did) ask him, no one is that foolish.

A huge yuck!

Now we have now seen it all. Ah, thought it all.
 

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I dog, dare you!
Well, I was going to say that the answer is a simple one. Red dog only needs to rub up against something soft to find satisfaction. That’s what my chihuahua does. Of course, it’s usually my arm every time I have company. I’ve tried to tell her it’s quite embarrassing but she tells me to stay still and put on my mask. She likes it like that. I try not to take the mask part too much to heart. :confused:
 

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A humping dog, finds all sorts of insults dumping on him.

While, it is the most natural of things, it instills disgust, whoa, down boy!

How, unjust.
 

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I became inquisitive...

Did THRD follow his pride to Mirth?
If so, did he bring along his Nelly?

I have many questions.

Does anyone have an opinion, or a hunch?


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My place at Mt. Surprise in Queensland, Australia is a ghost warren, I maintain now.
No laughter, no music, no arguing, no love making.
Nothing.

Cobwebs and dust are starting to form.
Everyplace.

I volunteered to stay behind. The rest have gotten themselves off to Mirth.
I am alone and miserable.

I spend much of my day, off my face.
I drink maybe 5 or 6 bottles of warm Little Creatures Pale Ale, every day.

I weigh only 6 stones, and my hands shake.

The heavy foam hits me hard.
I can barely stand on my feet.

I have no writing skills.
I cannot give a Fair Dinkum to anything. I am getting all my materials from scattered notes left over from THRD’s clan.
I cannot further the Thread started by [The Helmsman]-

He is no longer visible.

My life is a dog’s breakfast, what a sloppy mess.

For your sake, I will give it a burl.
I will post the notes I have found in drawers.
No, never mind, none, are mine.

Prince Robbie from the Mt. Surprise warren.
 

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I am trying very hard to further this Tale.

I have no one to turn to.

Today, I got on my knees and sought help from the Christian God.

I am going against all our traditions.

Leprechauns are magicians. We are magical. Why would THE GOD help us.

I mean, he gave us great powers, why would we need each other, ever again?

I am sure that being alone has made me needy.

Gods, praying is so hard. I feel the Fool.


Robbie-
 
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