October 28, 2022, 09:18 AM
(This post was last modified: October 28, 2022, 09:18 AM by Pelagius.)
The slithering boything was out on a walkabout today.
In that he’d blasted out of his den this more in a shivering fevered state, raving to the ghosts only he could see, who told him to go.
Go where, he’d asked.
Go up.
The wraith of a wolf child climbed at their command. His skinny little frame slipped from Basilica’s borders and up into the mountain, until he was here. Slipping along the dangerous precipices without any form or reason, dancing one moment and slowing to a crawl the next, the constant prick of antlers against his shoulder his only comfort.
In that he’d blasted out of his den this more in a shivering fevered state, raving to the ghosts only he could see, who told him to go.
Go where, he’d asked.
Go up.
The wraith of a wolf child climbed at their command. His skinny little frame slipped from Basilica’s borders and up into the mountain, until he was here. Slipping along the dangerous precipices without any form or reason, dancing one moment and slowing to a crawl the next, the constant prick of antlers against his shoulder his only comfort.
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