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Changeling.
Posted: 21 Jul 2007 05:18 PM |
It awoke to the sound of running water, it's back was broken, its head was swimming in its own blood. The earth rumbled gently, the ground vibrated, it looked around and saw, the dirt, the ceiling, and the walls were covered in birds. He was laying, laying on birds. Their were thousands of them, all completely silent, vibrating, watching him, beckoning him. They were Sparrows.
It pulled itself up, the carpet of Sparrow's fluttered away in all directions. It's eyes watered and it searched the cave about him. It was a small grotto, tucked away somewhere, a water fall trickled apathetically behind him and the Sparrows brought the water's patter to a mute tone. It stood there for a long time, pondering the exit to the cave, pondering itself and above all, pondering the Sparrows.
It looks down at its limbs, it had hoofs one moment, claws another, after that, hands; its shape seemed to warp with every fleeting thought, we every expression of idea, with every emotion. It was a woman one moment, a stone creature another, a hulking bull, a small dog the next, it was in agony.
Through out, the sparrow's watched, judging his progress, his performance. They were his harbingers. They watched, they were old...
The light outside blinded it, blinded his human eyes. For he was a man at the moment, his hair was white as silver, and for whatever reason he remained a man, it was natural, comfortable.
He turned to see if the Sparrow's would follow him out, but they were gone. |
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Re: Changeling.
Posted: 22 Jul 2007 11:30 AM |
Deep within the heart of Port Royale, the changeling slept, he slept alot... Whenever he woke he would find Sparrow feathers then he would drift back into unconsciousness. And whenever he slept, he would also become hungry.
His habits of eating changed with what ever formed he took, when he lived in the wolf he lusted to the flesh of deer, when he took habit in the Gargoyle he ate rocks and when he was the Harpy, he ate man.
In the alley's and dark corners of the slums he waited, his bat like wings wrapped around him like a cloak, his siren's call drifting from his sweet lips. On his first night a brutish creature heard the tune, he was a hired thug of some kind, he carried a club, his will was weak and he walked willingly towards the music.
When the thug first caught glimpse of the changeling, it became a man, though the song of sweet virginal youth was in the thugs head and he spoke.
"Eh dere' ol' cogger, ya' gotta pretty daughter?"
The changeling responded simply.
"No."
Then devoured him whole. |
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Re: Changeling.
Posted: 24 Jul 2007 03:28 PM |
Lumps, lumps were the order of the day. Perhaps it was planets aligning, or the sun setting, but lumps began to form all over its body. They bulged and buckled, popped and blistered, evaporated and disappeared. No matter what form he took it occurred, it was almost as if his soul, his spirit, his energy was releasing itself.
In an alley he began to explode outward, his head grew to the size of a watermelon then returned to normal, his back opened up and then closed, green light poured out of it's wounds and he could only help to cover them with his cloak.
It was like he was leaking.
His gut exploded open and rocks poured out, it immediately sealed only to have it's toe nail unhinge itself and spill out green light. His eyes popped and reformed, his fingers blistered and turned inside out, all the while, Sparrow's gathered in the alley around him. He shrunk, he died, he lived, he grew, he bled, he drained... He was in agony.
Finally he could take no more, wings erupted from his back and he was new, he was alive in the harpy and he was in the air, the sky breeze salty. And when he looked for the Sparrow's.
They were gone. |
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