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rodentia_sapiens) wrote2007-03-04 04:29 am
rodentia_sapiens) wrote2007-03-04 04:29 am
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There is a presence in the cellar.
I can hear it, muted murmurings, faraway and strange but never ceasing, never falling silent. It is angry. Betrayed. It hungers, though for what I daren't speculate. The humans have contained it, but for how long?
Perhaps it is best that we leave this place as soon as we can, now that we have, at last, decided on a destination. The very unpredictable nature of this ironically named "Sanctuary" is what makes it the most dangerous. It is not a place for small beings. We shall make our way to the homeworld of the human, Derek Bliss, and we shall see what comes of it. The future is fogged, here. Perhaps that is for the best, as well.
~N
I can hear it, muted murmurings, faraway and strange but never ceasing, never falling silent. It is angry. Betrayed. It hungers, though for what I daren't speculate. The humans have contained it, but for how long?
Perhaps it is best that we leave this place as soon as we can, now that we have, at last, decided on a destination. The very unpredictable nature of this ironically named "Sanctuary" is what makes it the most dangerous. It is not a place for small beings. We shall make our way to the homeworld of the human, Derek Bliss, and we shall see what comes of it. The future is fogged, here. Perhaps that is for the best, as well.
~N