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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Feb 28, 2009 0:08:18 GMT -5
Continued from: slayer-of-blood.deviantart.com/art/A-Moment-Alone-113729340Do not continue if you have not finished the book, Predator Turned Prey, as there are questions about the ending. It will ruin the book for you. Last warning. Come on, you don't need to be here if you haven't finished the book... you can get it at just about any bookstore, or online! ...okay, warning over. (Warning added by Ravyn) |
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Feb 28, 2009 0:33:30 GMT -5
That was quick, though it seems to think it doesn't exist (at least from the direct link on DeviantART...)
Er... I was gonna ask something.. Dangit...
Oh! The Riel language translator. Very helpful. Hilarious if one puts it in the computer's speech properties box... Maybe it's the fact that my computer sounds oddly like the computer from Star Trek TNG... *Shudders* Not that it isn't cool... Just... Creepy.
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Feb 28, 2009 0:50:10 GMT -5
LOL!!!! Yes, I love the translator!!
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Feb 28, 2009 19:14:42 GMT -5
I hadn't known about it until yesterday, and then I went "Weee! I dun hav'ta wear the pages outta the book translating!" Or something to that effect... Hmmm... *Evil grin*
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Feb 28, 2009 23:51:06 GMT -5
The best part about the translator, is as I make new words, they can be added automatically!
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Mar 1, 2009 18:31:56 GMT -5
Ooh, that's nice! Need a word for little. Or home... *Shrugs* *Laughs* I tried pronouncing a sentence I put in and nearly tied my tongue in several knots... I can't speak English clearly on a day-to-day basis, why should Riel be any different, right?
I'm not insane... *Stares at her random scribble on her computer and shrugs* More story, less play... What were the three continents of the PTP world? I only remember the "V" one, and am not really sure if it was Valhan or Vahlan... My brain slips...
And how much like Earth is the PTP world anyway? Aside from the obvious oxygen and gravity... Deserts? Jungles? Vast grasslands, massive oceans... *Turns dreamy-eyed at imagining any sort of world with all of the above* Of course, we've got 'em here... But massive crystal waterfalls! *Muffles self* You've been reading too many DOctor Who/Star Trek books!
*Wanders off*
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Mar 1, 2009 19:06:28 GMT -5
Little and Home?
*considers*Well, Home is Tera (Tear-aye)
Little is... Lahlee (Loli)
The 3 mentioned are Valhan, Naips and Sirap. Of course, there ARE others. They have about 3/4ths the amount of continents we do, since this IS earth, just with a twist. Sirap covers most of Africa/Egypt, that area. Naips is Spain, of course, and the surrounding. Valhan is America/Canada (Mexico doesn't exist. NOTHING against Mexico!! An editor simply had me remove it since it made the map a little too obvious as to what it was, and they were afraid of what some people would do to me when they realized Valhan is America...
PTP Earth is very similar to our Earth. Except with less land. Many continents are merged, though. There IS a Japan, and a China... (though they're not called Japan and China) and Rome... all those ancient territories are still there with slight alterations.
Hunter refers to a few of his outfits having Asian themes. This is because they KNOW what Asian decor is, because they have Japanese Kanji in documents. The world the Emperor rules, was OUR world, in the times of the Roman Colosseum. Just as there was ancient Rome, there was ancient Japan, Egypt, etc...
So what is the main difference? We have a LOT of continents,and they don't. Theirs is like... Earth drawn by a 5 year old. They separate primarily by groups. Asian countries get grouped together (sept I separate them. Communist and Not) African/Egyptian, that's combined... but then becomes an island. So it's ancient Egypt themed but surrounded by water... ANYWAY, yes, it is a lot like Earth, with some twists. For instance, Sirap is a Golden City. They had caves of gold that were above ground. Thrones of gold that formed naturally, which here would never happen. Granted, the Gold was reserved for the royalty... blah. They have massive oceans, vast grasslands, dense jungles, deserts that seem to go on for eternity... and you know those amazing crystal formations we have underground? In Revoc, they're above ground, too.
Revoc also has a waterfall, Bulman falls, that easily beats Angel Falls. And it freezes for 1 week every winter (imagine how that looks).
Some things don't scientifically work. For instance, Ragna, where Mira lives, is supposed to be Arizona, but it's nowhere near a desert. Sirap has a desert, a grassland, mountain range, forest and a jungle. It was literally designed by the Egyptian "gods" (In book 2 I "uncover" what 80% of the fans figure out in book 1. The Gods of the world are NOT running the show. There is 1 God above them who made them. That's why, when the attack struck, the gods and goddesses of Sirap could do nothing) designed Sirap to be a cat paradise. Hunter's father is a Jaguar. Why? Because there are Jaguars in Arizona... and I love them. But also because they can handle all those areas!
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Mar 1, 2009 20:57:50 GMT -5
*Grins* Wow. I can imagine it. I shouldn't have asked such a broad question, you're almost revealing too much!
It really isn't all that difficult to draw conclusions that Valhan is the same as the U.S. After all, anyone who reads your credits and author's note should be able to put two and two together. But who knows! *Shrugs* I just find it so intriguing that some people turn a blind eye... I actually had a co-worker at the college do an about-face when he bugged me about my reading material. Note, I had been reading Stargate two days before and Doctor Who right after that....
"So, what's that about? Elves?" *Snide grin and condescending tone*
"Actually, no. It's about human trafficking and slavery. A friend of mine wrote it."
"Oh, really? What's it about?" *Imperceptible eye roll from me*
"A boy who is a slave and trying to get his freedom. Ravyn wrote it when she was pretty young. Focuses on how cruel and uncaring people can be. How people turn a blind eye to the horrible things right there in front off their noses." *Slight emphasis on cruel and uncaring*
"Oh. That's kinda a difficult topic to tackle, especially at a young age. Did this Ravyn" *Eye twitch at mispronunciation of name* "Crescent write about her own experiences or make them up from research?"
*Lip twitch* "Kinda both, I would imagine. She had a tough childhood that she really doesn't speak openly about. All I know is I remember her mentioning that the main character was her childhood protector. Kinda like a friend when she didn't have one."
"Imaginary?" *No Duh! dipsh*BLEEP* *
"I guess. But she's a really great person, is really active in ALERT, freetheslaves, and quite a few Wild Cats-type conservations. She's even on YAW. She does conventions and awareness groups. Opened my eyes to the terrors right in our own country. I won't go to my truck after dark anymore without an escort." *Evil mental laugh, because I go to my truck with pepper spray and keys threaded through my fingers. Just in case he is a wacko though, I say escort*
After that he stopped nitting at my reading choices... Instead he started flirting with me. Ugh... If I could, I'd run him over with the fast cars I keep talking about to keep him from prying into more personal things...
Anyway!
*Sheepish grin*
Um... Yeah. Where was South America in those continents? Gone with Mexico?
AND I know there are jaguars in AZ! We had one or two up here in NM for a few years. Both my sister and dad have seen one. I've found tracks on several occasions. Coolest thing I think I've ever done. Pretty sure I've been close to one but never saw it, but I sure felt it. Creeped me out and I ran like mad. I was twelve at the time, I think. Long time ago. Haven't seen tracks or cats since two Christmas's ago (I remember because we went in my Jeep, after my dad saw the cat cross the road for the second time. Found tracks! Might have photos somewhere... ) But these jaguars were the mutated type, we figure. Big, black cat. Only jaguars turn black, right?
Hmmm....
I forgot whatever else I was going to say... Maybe I'll remember next bit...
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Mar 1, 2009 21:03:32 GMT -5
I remembered!
Nice warning! *Laughed when she first spotted it*
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Mar 2, 2009 1:57:03 GMT -5
*giggles*
I started PTP when I was 12 years old. It all started as a poem. A poem I wrote after a very... rough day. I do not remember why, but I was trying to keep the door to my room at my father's house shut. I think it was my father who was trying to get in, but I couldn't keep the door shut. Long story short, I met Hunter that night. Whatever it was, the adrenaline, the inspiration, I don't know but it the door shut and locked and I stopped feeling like I was alone.
I wrote the poem about him once I got to my mother's house that same night (she picked me up, had no idea what was going on there.
Is the story written through research? As you said, yes and no. I am not Hunter, exactly, but I am. He has loving parents and they were killed. I thought I had loving parents till I discovered their dark side. He cannot cry, I cry too much, sometimes for reasons I cannot even figure out. He cannot cry because I couldn't tell people.I couldn't let them know. So, for much of my life, I was abused at home and at school by people who couldn't figure out why I wasn't like them. Why I was afraid of dying, yet so little care for myself.
Hunter's got a secret. He has to hide what he is. So did I. I had a heart condition and I lived a life I was afraid to talk about.
Hunter asks "What would they think of me if they knew I'm the false enemy. A scapegoat they know only to be evil." Me,I ask "What would they think if they know there really is something wrong with me?"
I was attacked a lot through elementary and junior high school. Because I was different. And the last year of Junior High... I tried so hard to be like everyone else, even though the student body had learned what had happened to me.
I got no pity. No one came up and said they were sorry, they didn't take me in, they didn't try to make thins better... even the teachers... they treated me the same, as if they hated me, despite what the truth was. Despite how I once ran as fast as I could in a charity race to raise fund for the school, won my class a pizza party and the school a hefty donation. Despite how hard I tried to be one of them, I wasn't. I had friends... a group of girls who took me in before word got around about how my father had been renting me out. And one boy in my second to last class, who played around with me and yet, at the end, showed he really did care. (I drank a bottle of gummy bear scented perfume (I was not in a good place in my life at that point) and felt ill after class. He put a hand to my forehead to make sure I didn't have a fever... it confused me as to why a man would care in that way.
Happened to Hunter, too. Chemuck always hated him. Matsi is his saving grace. The few friends I had in Junior High who worshiped me for my poetry abilities and the money I got the school and the parties I won that way... they were my saving grace, but it was oh so fragile... I always feared the day I lost a contest or couldn't think up a poem at their request... what would I do?
... I lost those friends, too. All but one, Andrea. I don't remember why, exactly. Hunter lost them in a last-ditch effort to save Matsi.
That also represents my father's family, of course. When the police informed them of what was going on... they hid my uncle and defended my father with everything in them. They called me a traitor. They stalked me online.
Hunter loses the people he wanted to belong with, so did I.
I've been hit. I've been woken up at night by my uncle and/or my father's friends staring at me. I've been molested by... I don't know how many men. I've been told that no matter how hard I try, it won't matter. I've been sent to school in torn pants and no panties... then driven to my father's girl-friend-of-the-month's house and not allowed to change clothes while he ranted to them about how my mother sent me to school like that. I know what it feels like to be so unsure of everything but that it isn't right, yet not being able to change it.
Hunter gets hit with a baseball bat. One reason is because it's Americana. The second reason is because I've been hit with one and I deeply know that feeling. Hunter tries to trust Mira, she stabs him in the back.
When I was about 10, my mother abandoned me to my father's house. I never thought I'd see her again...
So yeah, your answer was right. The research into Human Trafficking is in there, of course, but primarily it's a fantasy twist on events of my life. The abuse and pain is real, but in a safer way of explaining it.
Jaguars and Leopards can be all black, sometimes. I've heard of black Puma's, but not seen one...
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Mar 2, 2009 19:36:04 GMT -5
*Hugs fiercely* How anyone could think you were different and unworthy of care because of your condition or your past. *Steams* That's just so... ARGH! *Paces*
*Shakes head* People are such *searches for appropriate word* ... *only things that come to mind ARE unflattering, but also not very intelligent* ...
I can't imagine what could be running through their heads if they would shun you for having a heart condition. Or for discovering what your father did. Honestly... Well, I can't speak for the rest of my school, but I honestly would have attached myself to you permanently and hauled you home. We'd have given you a home; your parents would have had to proven to us (probably through court) that you'd be safe with them. If not, my mom would have adopted you in a heartbeat. She's come close to it with several kids already. One was gay and had an abusive mother, one had an abusive stepfather and both parents were drunks, and another was a labor slave to her stepmother and garbage to her father. We came pretty close to having all of them at the same time. Needless to say, my mom has more than just her two biological daughters that call her "Mom." She can't walk through town without being called that by at least one person.
*Laughs at that* More than one occasion people will ask why there's such a wide range of physical features in her "children." So she answers something to the effect of "the same reason why I have so many animals; I'm a sucker for the strays and outcasts."
*Sighs* It is terrible that so many people want to be like everyone else that they are blinded to the beauty of those who are different. Beauty isn't in the body, the past, or the experience. Beauty is in the soul. And how anyone could mistake your soul for anything but a glorious divine gift is a complete mystery to me.
*Hugs again*
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*Blinks* By the way, you didn't answer the South America question... *grins*
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Mar 4, 2009 2:17:03 GMT -5
*hugs back*
People are often cruel to one another. They didn't like me because I wasn't in their world. I didn't do sports, I had a learning disability... that's what they saw. I was in my own world a lot... I doodled and I imagined and I lost track of the rest of the world a lot. No one ever wondered why, they just saw it as a burden on them. Just another outcast who didn't belong and didn't seem to want to.
I didn't think it would matter. Why should they like me? Who was I to like? I studied poetry and big cats. I was reading Animorphs and research material side by side...
I like to think that, had they known, things would have been different...
When I got to High School, I found it easier to be myself. People still adored me for my poetry, but I met a teacher who seemed to understand me. And I had gone through a summer school where the teacher let me listen to music half the class. I learned to associate music with "free time". I knew I could let my imagination flow when there was music playing. I also took a bunch of writing courses and learned that what everyone else said was "wrong" with me, was actually a rare gift many authors/writers would kill for.
Things got better. School shootings and the like... not needed. They hurt you, yes, but where are they now? Nowhere. Where am I? Here! With you guys!!
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Post by Slayer of Blood on Mar 6, 2009 12:55:49 GMT -5
Well, I'm glad you are here with us. All those other people don't know what they missed out on. *SquishHug*
*Putters about before hugging again* I feel horrible, like I got the better end of the stick. Everything you just said mirrored my mid-school and high school life, but I wound up with having friends who were equally different from the rest of the student body. No sports people, doodled in class, often forgot where they were and what they were supposed to be doing, learning disabilities... I fell into those categories too. I'm horribly dyslexic and had difficulty taking notes and whatnot...
But I had friends. I wish I could have been able to send some of them your way. *Sighs and hugs some more*
I also wound up making more friends of the teachers than the students though. Helped me a lot.
But hey, you're here now, and we all love you. We would probably all uproot ourselves and fly to your side if anything were horribly wrong. Or if you needed a friend. I know I would. *Hug* Even if we haven't really met yet. *Shifty eyes*
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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Mar 7, 2009 23:54:35 GMT -5
It was weird... no one else at my schools did any of the stuff I did... different worlds, and all... XD which is why PTP wasn't set in our world (almost was).
Don't feel bad! I have you all now! I'm so glad you got friends!
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