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Summary: A collection of fragmented pieces where words are twisted into metaphors. Loosely connected to my Choosing 'verse.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > General(Past Donor)IntoOblivionFR132391062,18718 Dec 1020 Dec 10No


The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes just look behind words that have changed their meaning. Terry Pratchett - Lords and Ladies

A/N:- This is not technically the first part of this series if you'd like to read the main story go to Chosen. Although... these wouldn't take long to read first. I like extended metaphors… this series of ficlets are some that went a bit too far. They are loosely connected to the 'Choosing' series, perhaps things that could be said about Buffy at various points in her life, but they don't really need to be there... became too convoluted to ever be included. Anyhow, I like them... I've hung onto them over the years and finally decided that I might as well share them... so here's the first of them.

Disclaimer: All characters, concepts and locations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions.


Most never see battle clouds even on the horizon, living blissfully ignorant of the fighting that surrounds them.

Some of us stay on the edge of the storm, forcefully defending ourselves when the war rages around us and relishing the calms between the thunder.

But warriors…


They flourish in the heart of the gale, dancing between the lightning bolts. Living on, thriving in, the battlefield as they hurl themselves into fight after fight.

They are hurricane hunters; always seeking out the fiercest winds as their combatants, relishing the chaos of the maelstrom.

Receiving momentary calms in the eye of the storm, for once able to breathe freely in the eerie silence with the war raging all around, a mere stones throw away.

Never able, never wanting, to linger long in that peace within madness before being reunited once more with the gale.
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