
The days are getting colder, the leaves are turning orange then brown, old friends come out of the shadows......
Coming Soon...... for a third time.....
Coming Soon...... for a third time.....
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The light brightens, a candle's worth and nothing more.
A battered, ruddy leather chair crouches by a dying fireplace. The form of a large, tattered badger dozes in the chair, asleep. A bandy-glass dangles from his ragged, jagged paws.
He awakes with a start.
He raises his head, sniffing the stale air. after several minutes, he allows a smile to slice across his features revealling yellowed jagged teeth.
"Darling," he coos. "It's been so long since I've seen your true face. Please, won't you stay a little longer this time?" He rubs his chin. "I know. We could...we could make a game of it this time, mayhap? It's been...well, my Muse has been very ill of late I fear. Near flatline in fact, but perhaps...just perhaps...there's something of the old girl left. And what better time to bring her back to life than during Samhein's favorite time of year."
The badger leans back in his chair, and his horrid smile is even more pedatory, dark with need and a terrible, burning hunger. "Yes...yes...I have just the thing my dear, dread Alorok. Be prepared, my dark one. I wish to hear your screams -- perhaps of delight, perhaps of horror. Does it matter so long as there are screams?"
The grin vanishes like hot milk on an iron stove. "I suppose..not."
A battered, ruddy leather chair crouches by a dying fireplace. The form of a large, tattered badger dozes in the chair, asleep. A bandy-glass dangles from his ragged, jagged paws.
He awakes with a start.
He raises his head, sniffing the stale air. after several minutes, he allows a smile to slice across his features revealling yellowed jagged teeth.
"Darling," he coos. "It's been so long since I've seen your true face. Please, won't you stay a little longer this time?" He rubs his chin. "I know. We could...we could make a game of it this time, mayhap? It's been...well, my Muse has been very ill of late I fear. Near flatline in fact, but perhaps...just perhaps...there's something of the old girl left. And what better time to bring her back to life than during Samhein's favorite time of year."
The badger leans back in his chair, and his horrid smile is even more pedatory, dark with need and a terrible, burning hunger. "Yes...yes...I have just the thing my dear, dread Alorok. Be prepared, my dark one. I wish to hear your screams -- perhaps of delight, perhaps of horror. Does it matter so long as there are screams?"
The grin vanishes like hot milk on an iron stove. "I suppose..not."
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