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She felt something wet and cold push against her face. Elmiryn's eyes creaked open. She was met with a furry visage. The woman grinned and lifted her head."Am I dead yet?" she asked the creature next to her.Whatever it was growled. Before she registered what it was doing, it clamped its teeth around her ear and began to pull and tug. Elmiryn yelped as she felt a canine fang dig into her ear lobe and incisors uncomfortably press cartilage. Her bright eyes flew open wide, and she hurriedly pu... Read Full Story

In a flash of heat and scarlet, something smashed out of the canvas of black before her, tearing through like a parasite engorged on her misconceptions.  She jerked her head to the side and backpedaled away--her feet tripping on the uneven ground as a monster came sliming forth into the emerald light.  Veins and angry dark flesh, riddled with cancerous tumors that pussed and bubbled, crept along the cavern floor.  When the thing stopped a few yards from her, Elmiryn found hers... Read Full Story

She was laying quiet on her side.  I knew the fall from where she had sat must have hurt--should have--but I didn't know if she had any broken bones.  She just kept humming.  Elmiryn was smiling...and humming.When I looked down at her in that pool of shadow, I could hear her voice.  It was a swirl of surrealism, and perhaps to a human it would've been inaudible, but I could hear her.  Elmiryn's knees were curled to her chest, and she hugged them to her curled lips. &... Read Full Story

Elmiryn cared about as much as anyone could care with their mind drifting in a primordial soup of half-formed ideas and dark static. Where was she? Who knew. What was she supposed to be doing? Who cared. She was wallowing in the tears of gods--wretched beings who screwed her over because of her penchant for drink and biting steel. No faces, no images, no damned misconception haunted the woman, even as she felt herself lift up out of the pools of sadness. Read Full Story

I wanted to kill Sedwick.Bastard.The pain drove my fury.I ripped out his spear.This made my vision go white.I stopped for a moment. Caught my breath.Then Sedwick attacked Elmiryn.Everything in me bunched.I charged toward them....Was stopped.(Dull gaze.)By her.(Blank face.)There was no fear.(Not right.)Hardly recognition.Elle the Idiot stood in my way.I got close and snarled.She stayed her ground.Her stare...bothered me.But Sedwick was behind her.Smelled repulsive.Curled on the ground like a ... Read Full Story

NYX____________________________The stillness was disturbed only by the brief sweep of melancholy wind that moved the ashen ground to shift.I was the defiler, there. The clumsy heathen whose ragged breath and befuddled feet made a mess of things. All around me was dead. I was a perversity whose future was mirrored in the gray stunted world. My trail was marked by the clouds of ash that came up into the air. These phantoms drifted a yard or two, before they blanketed the corpses of animals. Mi... Read Full Story

What a mess, what a hurricane, what a muddy pit of a mind.  She couldn't tell ass from elbow, and she tried so hard to.  What at one point seemed a nose, turned out to be a knee; and what at one point seemed a foot, turned out to be her mouth.  She got her name mixed up too, in a jumble of fonts that were and weren't there, which tumbled and swirled by image and sound in a black backdrop that seemed as infinite as her frustration.  Seeing and not seeing.  Feeling and ... Read Full Story

(where is she, where is she)[Her hands sting and bleed as she runs on all fours, the rocks slicing her with vindictiveness. With her growing distress, it becomes harder to think with words--but this is natural to her. It was a borrowed process to begin with. Now in this dire situation, she can only concieve thoughts she feels relevant--short clipped things that sear boldly in a canvas of white.](i have to find her, i have to find the warrior.)[The size of these strange caverns alarms her.... Read Full Story