| Worm Food |
[21 Nov 2006|03:15am] |
Like some festering corpse, the rift between one world and the next was beginning to draw predators.
It was the scent. Those from who ventured through it. Their bodies might drift passed, but their smell... That lingered on.
Lingered and was beginning to collect.
One such voracious scavenger was the latest passenger. One final electric FLASH and it had arrived.
Arrived and screamed...
It was a cry which must have echoed for literally miles around, like fingernails scraping down chalkboard over a megaphone.
A muscular, segmented body beginning to writhe... The jaws closing, realigning with the conscious application of will. What passed for a head beginning to turn, seeking signs of life.
It wanted more than just to feed. It needed hosts.
Its young would need somewhere warm to gestate, after all.
[Written by E.]
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| An Early Christmas |
[21 Nov 2006|01:55pm] |
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Upon hearing the knock, Sonya had rushed to the door. She was a very eager little Russian and with good reason. Ever since coming into her private little fortune, she was able to afford gifts for her friends and Mallory's would be the best yet.
"Dobriy vyechyeer!" She greeted, saying a native 'good evening' as she opened the door. "How are you beings, Mallory Quinn? The very goods?"
( Gift-Giving )
"I'm a little scared of how you got all this planned and done, but this is just..." The older redhead turned towards Sonya and wrapped her up in a hug. "Definitely the best early Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Thank you."
"Now Mallory take Sonya fly," the younger of two redheads said, grinning. A tiny little kiss being made to the tip of Mallory's nose in a teasing fashion. The hug returned with a happy squeeze. "But drinkings first!"
One way or another, it seemed that Sonya was going to at least feel like she was flying - with or without wings.
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