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 Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 5:09 pm
"Another place and time, without a warning sign
And we could be dying angel style.
I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 5:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 5:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:38 am
He stood trembling in anger for a moment before slamming his fist into the tree behind him knocking it down easily. "Dammit!" His fists dripped with blood as the rain picked up. He realized that the council was watching him now that it was raining. Stuffing his fists in his pockets, he walked up stream until he approached the town. Without even bothering to take in any sights he made a bee-line for the nearest bar and sat down demanding his favorite acid green drink. The bartender nudged the intoxicated demon.
"Hey buddy you need to go, I got other customers." Grumbling the demon stood up taking with him his twenty-four ounce bottle that had barely a quarter left. He wandered into the streets and found him an alley to pile up in. He leaned against the wall looking up at the sky that had gone dark with night and the clouds that smothered any light from the moon. Slowly, with the alcohol lingering on his breath he fell into a drunken slumber.
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“Please… I’ll do anything!”
“Very well… you will serve me in exchange for my protection.” He could not see the figure he spoke to, cloaked in the shadow of a thick and sticky white silk. Its voice not made by human lips, though followed by horrible clicking and snapping accompanied by an occasional crunch or sickening pop.
“Anything you ask!” He fell to his knees white hair falling into his tear-stained face. “I swear!”
“You will bring me souls, understand?” Suddenly he could hear more than the beings booming voice. They surrounded him just out of sight in the sticky white forest. “They will guide you on your mission. Do not stop bringing them.”
“Yes! Yes of course!! Anything you ask!!” He scrambled to his feet bowing his head several times and backing away with as much dignity as his scrawny little body could muster. “I’ll bring as many as you like!!” He scrambled out of the pale lair with a sudden panic, as if staying there any longer would anger the thing and bring its clicking jaws down on his tender flesh ending him. It was easy to fear. Fear kept him alive.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:49 pm
Ty stumbled into the small clearing amidst the trees. He hoped that no one was still following. He was far too tired to keep this up much longer. His limbs trembled with each step of his aching feet. He only hoped that Riki had managed to get away safely before him...
One foot in front of the other. He just had to make it a little farther he kept reassuring himself, even though he knew he had no where he should go...Eventually this stark reality won over his heart and his front foot gave out beneath him. He landed in a pile of leaves and didn't bother to get back up. He ached all over and couldn't convince himself of a good enough reason to go on. After all, he didn't have anywhere to go...no one was there to greet him home. Not anymore.
He covered his face with his arm and closed his eyes. In a tattered white heap amidst a cover of autumn golds and reds, he slowly fell asleep...
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The sound of human voices haunted his mind as he tossed in slumber. Harsh. Cold. Unfeeling. He reached out, unable to hold it together. The world was crumbling. It fell through his fingers. He tried to pick up the pieces, but a foot crushed down on his hand. A flash. The scene quickened. They were all around him, trampling on the shattered remnants of his world. No matter how hard he fought against them, fingers wrenched in his hair and tore at his body. Barbaric. How different they felt from her touch- he bit at them trying to get away. The scent of blood stained the smell of herbs and spices, covering the comforting things he'd learned to love. It didn't matter. They destroyed it all. Victimized. Nothing held sacred. Unable to fight back. Caged.
And then in the chaos of his nightmare he saw something stranger...They came at him, past his tormentors bearing needles, coming straight for him like a hoard. In the center stood one of white, different from the others, his lithe form like a statue in the throng. Ty's eyes widened as one of the creatures held its weapon above him--and then even awareness in the midst of sleep was gone.
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