Places like this one weren’t supposed to exist. Since the dimension broke several billion years ago, the tiny pieces that flew off into the void and scattered around the planes of reality were supposed to have grown desolate and empty if they remained intact at all. They all should have died off fairly quickly, no matter the mass that Stolas entered into his equations, they all eventually gave him the same results. If the lack of Light-Giver didn’t kill off any life, the inability to hold themselves up under the weight of a dimensional plane wherever they had landed would have done them in. So Stolas never thought to look for places like that, bits of his old home tossed out into an unforgiving mortal realm that would have sought to kill a Skeps if it could get its hands on one. So when August broke him out of that Ekks prison and holed him up in the little place of nowhere that he had found and prepared as a safe house, Stolas couldn’t believe what he had stumbled upon. August had
Movie Date (Grem2 Winter Festival 2020) by Geistlicher, literature
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Movie Date (Grem2 Winter Festival 2020)
It wasn’t the cold that Delphos in particular didn’t like, it was the openness of the sky above him that made the green fur on the back of his neck stand up. It wasn’t any better in the city down below. Especially nowadays, when people streamed into it to admire its gleaming silver buildings and partook in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. The stores all put their very best on display in their fronts, glistening expanses of opulence of toys, appliances, gift ideas, and decorations. Trains wove around in lands made of cotton snow and spray glitter, lights pulsated in multi-color bursts throughout the shimmering trails of tinsel and rotating ornaments. Even the side of town that Delphos lived in was starting to prepare for their own celebrations during the month. Delphos wasn’t what one would call distasteful of the holiday season, he was, however, far more on edge and far more wary of all the new comers to the city. New comers meant problems, it meant more people
Mullét had once been unfamiliar with the sound of a mortal body colliding with the ground from several stories up. But as his body moved too slowly to catch her, her fingers sliding right through his as she fell, he was to become intimately aware of that noise.
His blood ran cold and the demonic noise of sheer terror that slid from his mouth echoed around the clock tower. Pupils dilated, mouth ran dry, everything seemed to slow down and almost stop. The thunderous ticking of the machine seemed to disappear inside his head. Mullét stood there over the side of the platform, arms outstretched and utterly empty like some shameful
October 3 – Delirium
Where was he?
What was that sound?
That smell? It shouldn’t be here?
Delphos sat up abruptly, the sound of trees and forest closed in around him, rustling his teal colored fur. His whole body shook, freezing all the way down to his bones. That rarely happened, he was huge and well insulated, he had come from a place of snow and ice. But now he was shivering. It felt as though his body were weightless, his eyes bulged from their sockets. His arm was burning.
There came a rustle next to him.
A twig snap over to his left.
A flutter of something.
Delphos tried to get to his feet, but his knees gave