…is Outlander dead now? I can’t even tell. What am I supposed to write??

- President Loki

Disclaimer: Outlander's not dead, just unconcious.

I want her to see Scavenger, but I think she's still got a lot of.... I dunno, "soul-searching" doesn't seem like the right word. Epilogue for her is gonna be her wandering in the wilderness as a loner, where she gets to make her own decisions and her own control.

Wait... this whole thing has been about Outlander being a repressed control freak....

I don't even think this makes any sense anymore. It's 2 in the morning and I'm exauhsted, but I always post the next chapter immediately after I read it.

I'm going to look back on this and wonder what was going through my head. Answer for future me: absolutely nothing, you're exauhsted. Get more sleep.

I'm ranting.

Anways.

~Classic Lok1 is thankful for the ability to sleep late.

Grrrr. I posted a tip in green dye that said “Oopsiedoops, I did twenty-four instead of twenty-five, teehee, how silly of me *giggles hysterically*” (in those exact words, why are you doubting me??) but it never posted.

The gators did this, didn’t they?! Just to spite me! CL1, WE’RE GOING TO WAR AGAINST THE GATORS. PREPARE THE CANNONS.

- President Loki

Awwwww Scavenger forgives Bone *sniffle.* This is much more wholesome than I thought it'd be... Also, seems like posts are struggling to keep up lol.

~CL1

Well SORRY that I have a LIFE outside of this DUNGEON, MOM

…that’s a good question. But hey, I wrote a couple of words for ALH yesterday! I’m going places!!

- President Loki

Likely story, forget your captor entirely. How rude.

You can hold out as long as you want, I don't want to write TBOB either so.... Win win or lose lose?

~CL1

I am using that clever wordplay to write. Just not the thing you want me to write.

Sorry, I forgot you existed for a while.

- President Loki

MY BAD I LIKE, JUST REMEMBERED THIS APP EXISTED.

Ahem, well, better get to searching through those old chapters in black dye :) You don't move, I don't move.

I won't tell you my precise age, but I will tell you I'm in my first semester of college! That oughta give you a general age range.

~CL1

Oh no, not WORK! Heaven forbid.

Welp, good luck. I'm going to work on the next chapter now.

(And yes I know Tom was in Hamlet, he's literally the only person I can picture as Hamlet now lol, maybe besides Benderback Cramplescrunch.)

~Classic Lok1

I'm so tired I forgot I posted that already... oh well.

~Classic Lok1

Ah yes, a grouchy old man prone to raging violence, gotta have one in every story lol. I REALLY think you should read Wolves of the Beyond, sounds like it would be right up your alley, especially with this "gift" business.

My character is Outcast, a coywolf. Her mother was a disperser wolf who eneded up having pups with a coyote. She was the only pup to survive, and when she was young a coyote pup would come beg for scraps at her den. They ended up becoming "sisters" and when Outcast's mom went missing, the pup took Outcast to her pack.

Also, just to shed a little light, coyotes (in my mind) aren't as superstitious/spiritual as wolves. They don't believe in skyhunters, rules from the ancients, that kind of stuff (they still have myths about scary creatures though, as long as there's proof, so don't worry, they'll know about Bone). They're very practical survivalists that believe in the here and now and what they can see.

I thought it would distinguish them a little from the wolves, espically since they're smaller and have more dangers to worry about, so they can't afford to waste time and energy with traditions. They do what they have to do to make it through the night. (They also have simple names that describe their traits, like Giant the huge coyote, Guardian the protective coyote, Scavenger the one thats always find food, etc. That's how the coyotes gave Outcast her name, she didn't fit with them or the wolves.)

Outcast is a red coywolf with dark yellow-orange eyes, larger than most coyotes and smaller than most full grown wolves (Her snout is wide like a wolf's but her ears are large like a coyote's). She's with a coyote pack, but she is still considered dangerous because of her wolf blood, so she keeps her distance to avoid conflict. Still, she's used to being at the top of the foodchain within her pack, so it's a huge difference for her when she comes across a wolf.

Phew. Now it's my turn to apologize for how long that was. That enough words for ya Dodo dex?

~CL1

Don't worry, I have no clue who you are. I just like making jokes. Plus I'm all out of tricks, so the rest of your secrets are safe. Let me know when you're ready to begin on the crossover. No rush! I'm ready whenever, so do what you need to do. I can tell a lot of thought goes into your chapters.

~CL1

A Long Howl- that’s very true, I’m scared that you know me so little and can crack a joke like that.

“The sassy Tom Hiddleston variation”. I had to combine that lovely Loki sass with the true Norse mythology version, and I’d say I did a great job. ;)

The coywolf would work swimmingly! (See how fancy I am, using big words.) I may end up using one of the characters introduced later on in A Lone Howl…. I won’t go into detail on that until I’ve decided. No spoilers for you, my dear!

- Loki

Well now I've got to start calling it A Long Howl; comedy guidelines require it.

Yes, I fully expect to see Loki in your story (the sassy Tom Hiddleston variation of course), and if you don't write him in, I will start a protest rally. You have been warned. (Also you're welcome for the suggestions, hope they helped!)

I was planning for my character to be a coywolf whose been living as a top pack member in a coyote pack, gets run out, and has to adjust as a lower member of society (probably an omega) within a wolf pack. If that doesn't work, let me know and I can do something else.

~CL1

Those are all very good!

No, I wasn’t expecting you to NOT catch that. Does it come as a surprise that I like Loki enough to write him into a story?

And thanks for the suggestions. :D

We could start planning it now, A Lone Howl is L O N G (and, if I must admit, I haven’t actually fully finished writing it). It’ll take a long time to post, so I’m happy with writing a crossover at the same time.

What’s your idea for your character?

- President Loki

Would you like to start planning the crossover now, or would you rather wait until you finished A Lone Howl? I already have an idea of what I wanted to do for my character.

~CL1

Well I'd say Ragnorok, but thats already a book series.. Maybe something like "Avery Lauvson: The next Valkaryie" or since I'm suspicious of how Lauvson is so close to Laufyson, (yeah dont think I didn't catch that, we've established I'm a slueth -._-.) "Avery Lauvson: Lost Princess of Jotunheim" or if thats a spoiler maybe just "Lost Princess of Jotunheim and then keep the identity of the princess a secret till your ready to reveal it.

Or if my hunch is comepletely wrong... I really don't know, that's all I've got.

~CL1

Ah, I’ve been meaning to ask…

Do you have any ideas on a title for a book about Nordic fiction? Similar to Percy Jackson and Magnus Chase, if you’ve heard of that. It’s about a girl named Avery Lauvson thrown into the midst of Norse mythology when she grew up thinking it was fiction.

I can’t come up with a title at all, got any ideas?

- President Loki

Thank you for reminding me, I found a spooky lil short story of my own while cleaning out my phone the other day and haven't known what to do with it, so here:

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There's only so much I can remember that I don't see now. The inside of this Box that I have stared at for hours or days or weeks on end, the lights that flicker around the outside of the Box but never creep in, the voices that speak and laugh and talk with each other but never hear me. My memory only ever reaches that far, besides a few things.

I remember her speaking to me, asking me questions, and waiting for answers I did not know if I was willing to give. She asked lots of things: my name, my age, where I lived, things I had forgotten long before she found me. I stayed quiet. I do not think she liked my silence, but I had no answers to give.

When she saw I would not answer, she would ask me another question, one she knew I knew the answer to. "Why were you there, all alone?" She'd ask.

And every time, it would spark my memory, start my story.

She would wait silently as I fought to make my voice speak again, and for the words of my fading brain to get into line and form a train of thought.

Tick, tick, tick.

My story always started the same. "Mommy was sick."

The sickness changed mommy, and robbed her of her smiles and laughter. Everything turned grey for her, she needed life again. She needed color.

"Mommy loved balloons."

Balloons made Mommy smile. She could see the world in all sorts of colors by looking through them. She could fly into the air with them. Even when a balloon seemed to be all burnt out and began to fall to the ground, she could find a smile in them by opening them up and sucking out the joy they contained inside to make her voice all high and squeaky, in the way she knew made me laugh.

"I wanted Mommy to smile again."

There were only so many words I could say to her, only so much effort I could force out to answer the question, but the three sentences were enough to help her understand my story, understand my mind.

She would ask other things but by then, my voice had given out, and I was a silent specter once again.

There was so little I could say. I had asked to see myself once before. She had shown me then, but she did not understand my request. She showed me a doll, the face of a little porcelain boy staring at me blankly with a smile.

I don't remember what I look like, but I remember what Mommy always said.

Mommy always called me her gorgeous little girl. She always said she loved my big brown eyes and my wavy black hair. The doll looking at me had purple eyes, and the small bit of hair beneath his little cap was bright red.

Every day I asked her: "Show me what I look like." Every day, the image changed. The boy's eyes got darker, and his smile faded slowly. He looked as if he were crying ink, and when I felt the ticklem of a large, black tear that matched the doll's slide down my cheek, I finally understood.

I no longer wanted to be there. My hope had dwindled to its last morsel before she lifted my static porcelain body from its place in front of the mirror and placed me in a room that I recognized, though I did not know why.

It was dark and grey. There were plain white tables everywhere, surrounded by empty chairs. There was also a large wooden box, with a panel pulled from its surface and set to the side just enough to let the slightest sliver of light and oxygen through. In the small space in the box lay a tiny body, a little girl, curled into a ball by a bundle of balloons sitting just outside the box, all different colors waving over her and casting a faint rainbow on the ground. The box's walls held the marks of nails digging into them, trying to get free from the inside in vain.

Seeing her at that moment, I knew a few things:

I knew just how cold the hard, splintered wood was and how itchy it was in the places where the skin had begun to adhere to the floor.

I knew the exhaustion on her mind, and the hunger in her stomach.

I knew the dry, cracked voice trapped within her, begging for the slightest drop of water.

I knew the pain of every shallow breath she took, fighting for the next.

I knew the deep sleep she was stuck in, the dreams she traveled through. Once her dreams had been short and light, full of magic and flying and fun; now they were dark, endless, and foreboding like a trip to Neverland where the sun suddenly disappeared and you realized you could never leave again.

I knew that if I stayed here any longer, Mommy's balloons would run out of joy and fall flat to the ground as colorful clumps of wrinkled rubber.

I knew if I didn't wake up now, those shallow breaths would cease and I wouldn't be in this dark fantasty for much longer.

~CL1

President Loki, dont worry I just wanted to know if you were another fanfictioner I had already met before, and now my question has been answered. The rest is can be your little secret :)

~CL1 is satisfied.