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Inside the Palm of My Hand
Nov. 24th, 2008 09:21 pmRed haze and hunger. Always the voice in his head. Unable to concentrate, to think, but so easier to know the greater goal. Stand and fight or stand and fall, and for your world my Leige.
He cringed, deep inside where he remembered himself behind the veil of hunger. Bristled against the bowing, scraping, but the rewards... Oh, they soothed his chaffed ego.
Shiver of familiarity. Flash of awareness before the need to consume takes over. Taste denied by shimmering air followed by shadows, and those he knows. Caressing darkness, taken in, at one with him always. The barrier fades, the shadows withdraw, but before he can bite there's blinding agony piercing from the sky. Burning, searing, relentless light, and the voice in his head fades with a condemnation of his failure. Again.
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He cringed, deep inside where he remembered himself behind the veil of hunger. Bristled against the bowing, scraping, but the rewards... Oh, they soothed his chaffed ego.
Shiver of familiarity. Flash of awareness before the need to consume takes over. Taste denied by shimmering air followed by shadows, and those he knows. Caressing darkness, taken in, at one with him always. The barrier fades, the shadows withdraw, but before he can bite there's blinding agony piercing from the sky. Burning, searing, relentless light, and the voice in his head fades with a condemnation of his failure. Again.
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