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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 1:36 pm
Lennon. Do not disapoint me.
He couldn't help it. He was just a sad, small, scared little boy, caught over his head in something that went over the heads of most of humanity. He wanted to go home, back to his parents and school and his normal life and away from this insanity. The warm tears formed a river on his earthen face, past the writhing and alien tentacles and dripped slowly off his chin.
He opened his eyes again and wiped the tears from them just in time to see the Crow-wolf rip out the beast's eye, blood spurting everywhere.
The tears and cries began again. This wasn't a game; this whole thing was a nightmare. If Crow, that weird little girl could rip out the eye of a bull as a wolf she could certainly rip open his throat. And what could the other ones do? The Dreamer had told Lennon that there were two he was supposed to be after, two fuzzy memories from the one meeting he had from Crow that he was supposed to eliminate. Did that mean to rip out their throats? Kill them? This was crazy--they were all children. Children.
Lennon. The Dreamer sounded annoyed, its voice hissing in petty anger. Do not make me save you. You will regret it.
He continued to sob, ignoring the voice in his head and the voice of the wolf, unaware that the now-cyclopean bull would try to come after him next.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:58 pm
Crow's mouth was full and dripping with the bull's sweet blood. The wolf body hungered for more, but she remembered that the last time she let the wolf body follow basic instinct, she died quickly.
Of course crowding any possible thought or plot was Len's persistent crying. 'Shut up' didn't seem to cut it. She tried again, to no avail.
Again she barked at him, sharp enough that it would wake a man in deep sleep.
Still he sobbed.
The bull was scrapping his hoof on the ground; certainly he was to charge. Crow finally snapped at Len's ankle.
"Shut up shut up shut up!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 9:49 am
Len screamed as the wolf-Crow grasped his leg, drawing blood from his fragile legs. This didn't help. He kept screaming, despite the fact that the bite was relatively small. He was just a little kid, after all; he was scared shitless.
Lennon. The voice sound very irritated now.
The bull snorted loudly, letting out a loud roar, and began to charge. Len cried and screamed again, trying vainly to get out of the way...
He was there.
Len could feel the coldness, the pure emptiness he had felt before, and when he looked up with his teary eyes he could see HIM standing there, the man with skin like pitch, his shaved head and although he couldn't see it, those pupilless green eyes, standing between Len and the beast.
He was bigger than the bull, at least.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 9:58 am
The very bull that one moment ago was to rip the screaming entity apart...was suddenly dumbfounded when something much, much larger appeared before him.
Crow froze. That was certainly unexpected.
The bull turned and rampaged out of the warehouse, obviously frightened by the strange new character in Crow's ongoing nightmare.
"An' who're you?" Crow spat out, she hadn't given much thought to it until afterward. At least if she was to die, it was going to be different than usual.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 10:08 am
The being turned to look at Crow, like it was trying to size her up. A godling--he could feel the power around her--but not any of the ones that interested Cthulhu, at least at the moment. He just stared at her, not giving an answer. Perhaps her god would be so kind to let her know; The Dreamer did not have the careless lips his protege did.
Len was still sniffling when Cthulhu turned back towards him. "Lennon," the Dreamer whispered, two voices both audible, "...I told you not to disapoint me."
Len only sniffled, his voice failing him.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:07 pm
The wolf inside caused a small growl to escape Crow's locked jaws. In an attempt to cover it up, she sneezed directly there afterward. It couldn't be wise, in any state, to piss off a God.
"So you're Len's God?" Crow rhetorically queried as she stood firm before him, although not directly staring at him.
"Len, who is he?" She then turned to Len, an attempted to soften her stiff muzzle. Crow's eyes burned with the bull's blood, but she proscribed the thought of pain.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:37 pm
Len tried to open his mouth, but with a swift motion by the giant being--a clasped hand in the direction of the Godling--no voice came out.
"Lennon," the being said again. "You obviously do not understand the nature of our agreement." He took one step closer.
"I will take you back to Leng, for training." He grabbed the boy by the cuff of his shirt. "I will see to it personally." The voice was calm and filled with anger.
"I have no time for this. Perhaps then you will understand this situation."
He held out his other hand, picking up the air and tossing it lazily against the wall as Wolf-Crow did the same. As the warehouse around them vanished into darkness and whatever world finished dreams go, the two of them vanished from back into Leng and to whatever nightmare the Dreamer had perscribed.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:48 pm
With a loud thud and then a crack, the godling wolf slammed into the wall and fell like a ragdoll. After a moment she opened her eyes, her body motionless and her legs turned all the wrong ways. She lifted her head, her breathing labored and her eyesight failing her.
Once again she was dying in her own dream. This time, not due to the bull winning once again.
Leng, she remembered. The God said he was taking Len to Leng. She had never heard of Leng, obviously it was someplace in the worlds of the Gods.
Still it had to be a solid...clue...
The world suddenly faded away entirely, and she felt the sudden rush of falling...
Off her bed. Crow felt the dirty street with her hands and she quickly snapped into a standing position. She was safe in her little home.
Someone had a rough dream.
'Yep.' Crow replied to Morrigan. 'Leng, ever heard of it?'
No. Morrigan lazily replied. Crow imagined her peering at her red nails as she said such.
'We ought to visit the library soon then and see what comes up.' Crow replied before returning back to her beaten, torn, and patched couch with a uncaring plop. "At least this dream was of some worth."
End.
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