Grotesque Appendages

Okay, you're all probably wondering what the hell my title is about. Well, let me post this passage to explain:

...Fear licked my skin as I stared into its yellow, wolfish eyes. I glanced at and slowly felt the creature's body while its hot breath touched my neck; its pelt was thick and coarse.

It snapped at my face, its breath rotten. I wanted to sink deeper into the ground as I felt its hot breath again dance across my skin. Death struck my mind as the creature put more pressure onto my chest with its grotesque appendages wanting to tear me apart. I felt the cloth tear above my skin and feared the image of it happening to me. It was painful to breathe. I felt a lump stuck in my throat as I tried to swallow and breathe through parted lips. However, the rotten smell from it took my breath away...

Yeah...that probably didn't help any. As you can see, this is my favorite passage of chapter II (even though short) of my book. Can you guess what I'm describing (the creature I mean)? If not, look at the cross out word under spoiler:

***SPOILER***

A werewolf

I wanted to keep the truth of them while mixing it up. Instead of having just one form, I have two. The human structure of it is the lycanthrope. Now, by now you should know what I'm talking about.

I just figured I'd make werewolves dangerous, but also disgusting, especially in the dark, like we have above. Reason why I gave its paws the description of grotesque appendages (plus I wanted an excuse to use appendages. >_> ).

So that's my story.

Now, onward to what I wanted to write!

I have been editing and I have finally been able to capture the voice of hatred that the main character has towards humans. Right now, the voice is just the hatred that the peregrine shapeshifters have taught her to have towards the humans without understanding why, and right now, she's seeing why. When it comes to the massacre, that hatred will grow.

And I can't wait till I get there!

I'm so happy with the edits I have made and glad that I have made them. I feel like my book reads faster and just all around better than what I originally had. I can't wait to read the whole thing and see how well it turns out and goes together.

Ta-ta for now!

*Explosion.*

"Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down."

So, as I was working on the title of my book (I love the title of it right now, but I thought maybe it needed a new change, but keeping the "ashes" part), I thought long and hard about it, and about what I could change it to. So, yesterday after waking up, I was thinking about my book and the first thing to come to mind was the nursery rhyme. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.

At least, I hope.

It's a very old nursery rhyme from Mother Goose. The original was this:

"Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Hush! hush! hush! hush!
We're all tumbled down."

Here's the UK/Ireland/South Africa/Australia's version:

"Ring a-ring o' roses,
A pocketful of posies.
a-tishoo!, a-tishoo!.
We all fall down."

And now the United States/Canada's version:

"Ring around the rosie,
a pocketful of posies.
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down."

It is said that the nursery rhyme has something to do with the Black Death and that most have either "atchoo" or "a-tishoo" because it is said that the final (and fatal) symptom of the Black Death (the plague) was sneezing. Many carried posies with them in hopes of warding off the Black Death and that a rose-colored rash indicated a person had the plague, along with "we all fall down" associating with death. Though, many scholars say that this isn't true.

However, why would this work well with my book? Well, my book is a dark fantasy with fire, death, destruction, and ashes. It doesn't talk about the Black Death, but it does talk about death. "Ashes, Ashes", I figured, works greatly with what is going on in my book, and hopefully, I can use the nursery rhyme as well.

Plus, it's always been my favorite nursery rhyme.

NaNoWiMo -- Two Weeks Late.

So, I'm two weeks late to the party. Heh, oops. I've been out of the state for two weeks (I didn't want to come back), and didn't write either of those two weeks. I've been playing video games the whole time. So, I'm two weeks late. Being two weeks late, I don't know if I'll be able to do the NaNoWiMo thing this year. I'm going to try, though.

If I'm unsuccessful, then I'll just post it as a short story after going through some hard editing. I'm going to try to get at least 50k words by next Sunday. I don't know if I'll be successful or not, but it's just a gander and a try. Nothing wrong with trying, right?