Pious brethren strove to keep the child's existence confidential. He was only permitted to roam the streets after midnight and then exclusively when the moon went into wane. A devout congregation must be protected from such monstrosities.
Still, his father loved him, even though birth brought death to the mother. Despite his grotesque appearance, something of her lived yet in the boy. Not her beauteous countenance or graceful form, but emerald glint of his eyes perhaps, or curl of the raven hair.
They often perched upon the ramparts together.
Keeping vigil over the sleeping city.
Quasimodo and his little troll.
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(Whoa, thought I posted this already. Clearly not. A gremlin ate it maybe?)
What Comes After
Something changes when the moon’s belly begins to grow. A delicious hunger expands inside him, as arousing as a woman stripping one article of clothing at a time. He nurtures the feeling, clutches it like a treasure, a flaming jewel throbbing within his ribcage.
On the night the moon rises full, he releases it, chases it with slavering eagerness until it bursts red on his tongue.
It is only after, as the moon’s belly shrinks and he finds himself howling over the bodies, that conscience rises full, spotlighting his guilt, and he wishes the hunter’s silver bullet would strike true.
We were Gods! However, even cattle can fend off the crocodile. You discovered our weakness as we reveled in our wealth and power. It started with the waning moon. We were weaker, less imposing, and you had nothing to lose. Even your pitiful lives meant nothing.
You revolted and threw us down. All we taught you was used against us. You sent our four leaders to the corners of this world. Your priests and sorcerers imprisoned us and passed that responsibility down to future generations. This I promise, time is our ally. Your memories and purpose fades, ours never will.
bluewpc: How have you been keepin?
Dec 2, 2022 13:11:54 GMT -6
RAVENEYE: Fffffeeeck those videos. Um, I been keeping safe. Heh.
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RAVENEYE: So glad you checked in, blue.
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bluewpc: glad to have checked in. missed yall
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bluewpc: this were an online home
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RAVENEYE: yes! we hope it can be again. update us when you can, k?
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bluewpc: I will. You know something I need to say. I left America because I absolutely could not stand the normal life. I need adventure and blood. Maybe something to keep in mind for future writings
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bluewpc: After this war Im going to go find another war
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bluewpc: and hey glad to see ya Raven
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bluewpc: Ill let andlo know the site is back up
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RAVENEYE: Some folks are built for it. That detail makes for one heck of a character, no doubt.
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Alatariel: Wow blue, stay safe my friend and good to see ya here again
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pelwrath: A happy birthday to SF writer, Leigh Brackett, ‘The Queen of Space Opera’. Born 12/7/1915.
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