Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

"too long," merrick murmured in return, thinking of all that had gone on since the last revolvings of the world. "too long. but i learned many things." how to maim. how to torment. how to kill. 
how to take one's mother into an embrace from which she would not escape again.
the single eye blinked, blotting merrick's features into darkness a second. 
what would she think of ursus? would it too be her home? he hoped that she would be able to feel the grate of magick at the edge of his home, in its heart.