The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

- William Blake

Details

Pen Name: IncandescentKitsune

Favorite color: Purple

Likes: Many things

Dislikes: Not much

If wishes were horses: She'd feed them apples and carrots.

And if wishes were fishes: She'd leave them be. She doesn't like fish.

She is absolutely terrified of bugs. Especially spiders. They are furry and fuzzy and have way to many legs, not to mention they have a habit of climbing up her shower wall - whilst she's IN the shower.

I like you, so when I take over the world your death shall be quick and painless - Catherine (future Evil Overlady)

20 Things about IncandescentKitsune you probably don't really care about:

1. Has done ballet, belly dancing and hip hop, has never done ballroom, has just started contemporary, and has been doing Jazz for the past six years, yet doesn't think she is a very good dancer.

2. Has an older brother. Is never quite sure whether she hates him or loves him. Usually falls somewhere in the middle.

3. Sees (tastesfeelsmells) people as colors (or scentstastesimpressions). Thanks to this, she often has quite a good grasp on people's personalities. Refuses to believe this means she can sense Aura's.

4. Believes in magic.

5. Believes in many impossible things.

6. Would very much like to be able to fly.

7. Despite this, has never been tempted to jump out of the olive tree in the front yard.

8. Loves reading. Loves being able to go into other worlds and see things she’ll never be able to see here.

9. Is sometimes depressed about this, but not often.

10 Has two dogs. One sleeps on her bed with her (even when he’s not supposed to).

11. Loves Poetry, especially William Blake.

12. Was once told she was boring by her best friend. Never quite got over it.

13. Is sometimes still surprised she actually has friends. When she is, she makes sure to give them extra hugs.

14. She would do anything for her loved ones.

15. Would die for her friends. Would kill for her family. Hopes she will never have to do either.

16. Loves chocolate chip cookies.

17. When her friends take over the world, she will be the one to give the prisoners cookies. Has no doubt her friends would turn a blind eye to this.

18. Has never finished a chaptered story. Is sometimes worried about this, and then remembers that before this year, she had never finished a first chapter either.

19. Is somewhat confused as to why you are still reading this.

20. Despite that, is very flattered.

There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved with a suitable application of chocolate chip cookies. - IncandescentKitsune

Fandoms I read in...

Rurouni Kenshin
Naruto
Yu Yu Hakusho
Harry Potter
Prince of Tennis
Bleach
Detectice Conan/Magic Kaito
Tamora Pierce
Fairy Tales
Dresden Files
Claymore

And I sometimes go looking for fics in the occasional rare fandom that nobody has ever heard of, but since nobody has ever heard of them it makes finding fics rather difficult...

Fandoms I write in...

Rurouni Kenshin
Dresden Files
Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Claymore

I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.- Anonymous

There is a fine line between genius and insanity. You have not only erased it, you have killed it, cut it into little pieces, burned the pieces, scattered the ashes to the four winds and quite happily jumped on the poor, miserable remains. The very fact that you were able to do this to a line shows how insane you are, and the fact that I am talking as if the line could feel pain and die, shows how insane you are making me. -IncandescentKitsune

Stories Progress

Claymore

Twin Goddesses: First chapter is written, typed version about 50% complete.

The Road Not Taken: First and Second chapter complete, First posted.

Experiment: First chapter complete, second about 30%.

Tamer of the Beast: First chapter complete, second about 80% complete.

Only two things in this universe are infinite, the universe, and human stupidity, and I'm not too sure about the former. - Albert Einstein

Future Stories

Twin Goddesses: Teresa manages to avoid the final, beheading blow, but is too wounded to protect Clare from Priscilla's awakened form - so she makes a final decision, and awakens. Clare still joins the organization willingly - but this time, it's to take Teresa's head, not Priscilla's.

The Road Not Taken: When Clare wakes early in the village of Rokut, she is able to prevent Teresa form killing the bandits – however, with Teresa getting more out of control, and Priscilla there to take the number one spot, the Organization decides to purge her - by sending her to kill the White Silver King Isley, Abyssal One of the North. Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as they had planned…

Experiment: “Your wounds aren’t deep. An application of Yoki should heal them. When you return to the organization, tell them this – everything that comes from now on…they brought it on themselves.” Things change at Teresa's execution, and then it all spirals out of control...

Tamer of the Beast: Somehow, young Clare is able to force back Priscilla's awakening - and now the young girl has two super-powered warriors following her around and taking care of her, instead of just one.

Between the Raindrops: AKA, the Claymore sliders fic. Summary to come.

I am not yet born

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

- Louis MacNeice