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writing_shadowsThe overloaded moped really didn't make good time, Harry mused, perhaps he didn't need all that survival gear - it wasn't likely he'd need to ditch a vespa in the sea and want an inflatable raft and 10 days dried food, nor so much drinking water... But he just couldn't bring himself to part with any part of the remains of his chopper - his territory echoed inside, curiously flat and hollow - no matter he could make a faster pace without sitting on the small vehicle.
Again he thought to himself that it was time to get something bigger. It would be faster. More comfortable. He might be able to have a bed again!
Instinctively he knew he wouldn't - the loss of his Ship was still painful and fresh, the loss of his chopper - a death in battle - was too much.
Turning to one of his companions he chatted companionably "I'm glad you're about still Chris, otherwise i'm sure people are right and i'd go mad. Its what happens to werewolves who don't have People around you know" he nods "and a run through snow, past a huge spider to talk to a giant moon minotaur doesn't count!"
Unseen, carefully watching the offspring of Father Wolf a Beshilu, rat-thing of the Plague King idly wondered who this Chris was - it could see but one figure, bright coloured and wrapped well against the chill and riding a moped overloaded Thai style. At last confident that the werewolf that chatted loudly in tongues to itself was leaving along the minor road it settled back to its instinct-driven task, gnawing at the foul, twisted thing that kept it from the safety of the Spirit Wilds.
Again he thought to himself that it was time to get something bigger. It would be faster. More comfortable. He might be able to have a bed again!
Instinctively he knew he wouldn't - the loss of his Ship was still painful and fresh, the loss of his chopper - a death in battle - was too much.
Turning to one of his companions he chatted companionably "I'm glad you're about still Chris, otherwise i'm sure people are right and i'd go mad. Its what happens to werewolves who don't have People around you know" he nods "and a run through snow, past a huge spider to talk to a giant moon minotaur doesn't count!"
Unseen, carefully watching the offspring of Father Wolf a Beshilu, rat-thing of the Plague King idly wondered who this Chris was - it could see but one figure, bright coloured and wrapped well against the chill and riding a moped overloaded Thai style. At last confident that the werewolf that chatted loudly in tongues to itself was leaving along the minor road it settled back to its instinct-driven task, gnawing at the foul, twisted thing that kept it from the safety of the Spirit Wilds.
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Date: 2008-03-11 11:41 am (UTC)Your prize will follow soon.
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Date: 2008-03-11 11:43 am (UTC)Its not really worth one though - as its mainly rubbish and fails to do what i was aiming for (to show confusion and edge of not being able to determine reality properly, whilst internally trivialising really major events). Oh well!
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Date: 2008-03-11 03:51 pm (UTC)