Post by Tropico on Jul 23, 2010 2:53:49 GMT -5
In 1992, a small bag sat in the dark, many would hear a soft voice from it, and many assumed it to be of the masculine form, but the owner of the bag knew well that what was inside was effeminate.
A batch of men and women stole to the room that held the bag when the owner wasn't looking and cut open the bag. What came after was a shrill scream and a great gust of wind, and many fancied, upon recalling of the event the flappings of a multitude of small feathery wings and the meowing of a cat.
No one heard since of the Owner, the Owner's spouse, or of any sign of a bird or cat's residence within the building.
The following years the town bore witness to the queer sighting of a small figure, taking a multitude of shapes and many believed it to be a goblin, one day it was a black cat, the next a swirl of colours. Plenty of times one thought to have witnessed a sort of doppleganger, shifting many times within the minutes, as it strayed playfully into streetlight's learing beams, and oozed in and out of allys, leaving it's mark upon the pavement.
for a while, the odd occurances of the goblin stopped.
3 years later many thought they saw, racing with the winds of Typhn and Cyclus and roaring with the thunder of Thed and Ligus a great Roc with wings long and stretched proud and unflinchingly as rain danced around it. Painting the sky with intricate hues of Green.
Many observers fancied a monstrous storm Dragon, Some thought it an angel, others a shrill harpy, and just as it had come with a hurricane, it, aswell as the hurricane it had seemingly wrought, vanished into a perfect, midsummer day.
The date now 2010, 18 years from that happening with the bag in the quiet little house. At Exactly 19:54, a man happened to spy a large, unnamable beast, sitting under a lightpost, it had the build of something akin to a great dane, though it's body seemed covered in a sort of glistening fur, a tail more belonging to a lizard coiled around it, the end tufted with long hair, just like it's head, which bore resemblence to a moray eel, except with goat-like eyes, a flowing mane and a large set of markings.
The man stole closer to the beast, and fancied that it was peering into the sunrise, or down the street at the house the bag had once resided in.
However, before the man could get any closer distance to the thing, it turned it's oddly formed head, let out a shrill cry, which seemed like, yet unlike a great Albatross' cry, the shriek of a cat, the howl of a dog, and a few other noises completely unplacable. Then the dog like thing bolted away in a gallop, a flurry of feathers and dust in its wake as it leaped into a lone window.
When the man had collected a party, consisting of four burly officers and a photographer, to investigate, they found the old house empty, and untouched, except for the single, broken window, a few stray feathers and an assortment of some unknown animal paw prints marring the dust.
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"I Spake and Therefor I became"
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A batch of men and women stole to the room that held the bag when the owner wasn't looking and cut open the bag. What came after was a shrill scream and a great gust of wind, and many fancied, upon recalling of the event the flappings of a multitude of small feathery wings and the meowing of a cat.
No one heard since of the Owner, the Owner's spouse, or of any sign of a bird or cat's residence within the building.
The following years the town bore witness to the queer sighting of a small figure, taking a multitude of shapes and many believed it to be a goblin, one day it was a black cat, the next a swirl of colours. Plenty of times one thought to have witnessed a sort of doppleganger, shifting many times within the minutes, as it strayed playfully into streetlight's learing beams, and oozed in and out of allys, leaving it's mark upon the pavement.
for a while, the odd occurances of the goblin stopped.
3 years later many thought they saw, racing with the winds of Typhn and Cyclus and roaring with the thunder of Thed and Ligus a great Roc with wings long and stretched proud and unflinchingly as rain danced around it. Painting the sky with intricate hues of Green.
Many observers fancied a monstrous storm Dragon, Some thought it an angel, others a shrill harpy, and just as it had come with a hurricane, it, aswell as the hurricane it had seemingly wrought, vanished into a perfect, midsummer day.
The date now 2010, 18 years from that happening with the bag in the quiet little house. At Exactly 19:54, a man happened to spy a large, unnamable beast, sitting under a lightpost, it had the build of something akin to a great dane, though it's body seemed covered in a sort of glistening fur, a tail more belonging to a lizard coiled around it, the end tufted with long hair, just like it's head, which bore resemblence to a moray eel, except with goat-like eyes, a flowing mane and a large set of markings.
The man stole closer to the beast, and fancied that it was peering into the sunrise, or down the street at the house the bag had once resided in.
However, before the man could get any closer distance to the thing, it turned it's oddly formed head, let out a shrill cry, which seemed like, yet unlike a great Albatross' cry, the shriek of a cat, the howl of a dog, and a few other noises completely unplacable. Then the dog like thing bolted away in a gallop, a flurry of feathers and dust in its wake as it leaped into a lone window.
When the man had collected a party, consisting of four burly officers and a photographer, to investigate, they found the old house empty, and untouched, except for the single, broken window, a few stray feathers and an assortment of some unknown animal paw prints marring the dust.
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"I Spake and Therefor I became"
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