"The Mancer"
❝We were our worst nightmares delight and I promised you, as you always knew, our world's no paradise.❞
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Hry'drask stirred, his eyes blood shot opening as he looked about the doom and gloom of his home. He shifted, sitting up as he rubbed dirty hands over his grubby face. The night before had been filled with work and his body was tired. Darkness had fallen the night before and, with the darkness, Hry'drask went about his dark deeds. The bodies at the Blight were transported, piece by piece, back to his home on the outskirts of town. The parts were fed to his other creations and beasts. Once, fed, he returned to the Blight to get a few more things, gloom setting about in the darkness and silent. It filled him with a special kind of dread that he could not find words for. He gave a small sigh, pushing the thoughts from his mind. Today was not a day for dark thoughts, today was a day for celebration.
Hry'drask swung his legs out of the hammock and stood, stretching as he looked at the calendar that hung on the wall to the side of his dresser. It was Tuesday. Fat Tuesday. He gave a smile. "Fat Tuesday. Perfect." His smile grew wider. "A day that I can go about and enjoy myself without having to worry about those damned Lore folk knowing who or what I am."
He showered, dressed and went to the market for his usual from the same little girl as always. But, this time, he did not go to the blight. No, today was Mardi Gras and today he was going to enjoy himself. He pushed his way closer to the main street, where the party would be held all day and night. Wonder filled his eyes as he gazed upon all the wonderment. "Gods, bless this day." He whispered to himself as he moved to one of the beer vendors. "I'll take two." He said with a wide smile, taking his beers as he paid the man before turning and walking back down the sidewalk. "Well," he began "let's see if today is more eventful then yesterday."
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