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the thing which lay before the witch, the mass of black netted in weeds and stinking of brine, did not know what was happening. it should have been worm-eaten by now; perhaps this was why it despaired so? to be sleeping one moment, held within the sea's frigid embrace, and then to be brought forth - not by their own will, but by the will of an unseen power — it was filled with rage, this thing.
a rage that suddenly quelled when its beady eyes took in the sight of a living, breathing, angelic thing.
deirdre. the catalyst. a spirit, flitting around the monster with such worry and care — he bleated, bellowed, cried and called for her. there was an absence within the dark thing's mind, a nagging feeling, telling him this was not right - he was not right - there was something missing - but the void-like beast saw her, and like a parasite, would latch upon all that she was to fill that emptiness.
his cries grew weaker as she tended to him. whether this was a sign of weakness or a sign of imminent death, it was hard to tell. the creature's flesh was unnaturally cold. its fur - for yes, it had fur, short and dense and ugly for all the caked sand and detritus - looked to be pooling around its heavy-set figure as the autumn winds coursed over it.
but those eyes. they bore into deirdre, watched her every move, did not blink! the creature could not get enough of her.
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the thing which lay before the witch, the mass of black netted in weeds and stinking of brine, did not know what was happening. it should have been worm-eaten by now; perhaps this was why it despaired so? to be sleeping one moment, held within the sea's frigid embrace, and then to be brought forth - not by their own will, but by the will of an unseen power — it was filled with rage, this thing.
a rage that suddenly quelled when its beady eyes took in the sight of a living, breathing, angelic thing.
deirdre. the catalyst. a spirit, flitting around the monster with such worry and care — he bleated, bellowed, cried and called for her. there was an absence within the dark thing's mind, a nagging feeling, telling him this was not right - he was not right - there was something missing - but the void-like beast saw her, and like a parasite, would latch upon all that she was to fill that emptiness.
his cries grew weaker as she tended to him. whether this was a sign of weakness or a sign of imminent death, it was hard to tell. the creature's flesh was unnaturally cold. its fur - for yes, it had fur, short and dense and ugly for all the caked sand and detritus - looked to be pooling around its heavy-set figure as the autumn winds coursed over it.
but those eyes. they bore into deirdre, watched her every move, did not blink! the creature could not get enough of her.
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the summoning - by Deirdre - October 25, 2016, 07:49 AM
RE: the summoning - by Raum - October 25, 2016, 03:44 PM
RE: the summoning - by Deirdre - October 25, 2016, 04:02 PM
RE: the summoning - by Raum - October 25, 2016, 04:11 PM
RE: the summoning - by Deirdre - October 25, 2016, 04:29 PM
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RE: the summoning - by Deirdre - November 04, 2016, 03:41 PM