July 26, 2022, 02:40 PM
sneaky work post~ <3
they patrol the borders with vigilance despite the dispersal of the druids. leaving blackwater had never been an option: while all others had left, the dreadfather remained. awaiting their nightwife.
their suspicion that she would emerge once more proves correct as their path crosses her scent trail: fresh.
patrols forgotten until thoughts of only her consume them. their sole focus; borderlining obsession.
they find her soon enough; a low affectionate rumble passing betwixt their lips: a welcoming.
magick, seeing the dead, threadbone reading & 'godhood' is to be taken purely with a grain of salt and are written to be creations of ingram's imagination and religious faith.
sold my soul for a cigarette
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how could this mean anything to me? - by The Listener - July 26, 2022, 12:18 PM
RE: how could this mean anything to me? - by Ingram - July 26, 2022, 02:40 PM