Ringing ears, bloody nose, damp ducts.
A flash of red, a stained mirror, and a world full of muck.
Monsters of the abyss.
Only conjurable by the vast imagination we possess.
And they are conjured,
unknowingly.
*tak*
Elijah placed his trusty dip pen on it's stand. Massaging his wrist, he left the desk and sauntered out to the balcony. He Leaned on the rail and took a deep breath.
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Before him lay a suburb or what was left of it. Half of the houses were now rubble and the rest were overtaken by rich foliage. Mysterious were the normal ones, completely untainted by the elements.
Elijah's gaze roamed over a deer adjacent to a pristine house. The cute thing was wandering around, curiously inspecting it's surroundings. Elijah grimaced when a pack of wolves began encircling the deer. "This is not going to end well," he murmured.
The deer halted its investigation and watched innocently as they stalked closer. Suddenly, one pounced. It slammed into its flank, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. Off balance the deer failed to evade the other rapidly converging wolves. Soon, blood and chucks of flesh were erupting like confetti. The deer, silent throughout all this, broke into a toothy grin. One by one, the wolves burst into blue flames. They cried out in pain, louder than Elijah thought possible. Several long seconds passed, then silence, and the fires sputtered out.
All that remained were a few puddles of reddish slime. The deer lay on the ground, evicerated. Yet it's tongue, a long grotesque thing, shot out and enthusiastically writhed atop the remains. It didn't scrape or scoop, but danced like an earth worm on meth. Yet somehow, every last drop of the effluvium was licked clean. By the time it finished, its wounds had vanished. Elijah couldn't quite place how it happened. No evidence of what took place remained. The deer continued its business ‘investigating.’ Elijah had an ugly look on his face.
