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Deatherage Short 2 - WiP The run down bungalo that I called home always seemed to retain a fine layer of dust. It clung to the blinds, weighing them down and keeping any light from entering. It folded itself around the faux-somehting-or-other material that made up most of my furnature.It even manged, much to my dismay, to crawl over and into my sheets, blanketing my bed in a soft, grey fuzz.Deatherage Short 2 - WiP by ~Deatherage
I had come home several hours ago and sat down on the corner of my colorless, dirty bed. I had been hungry, I was sure, though I felt too sick to eat. My mind was a blank slate, much like my life at the time.
You see, I'm a superhero. Or atleast, I was.
The people had looked
Deatherage Short 1 - WiP Frantic footsteps crushed snow beneath their heels as they fled. A short, stubby man, with whom those foosteps belonged to, struggled to keep ahead of his agresser. He wore the leathers of an animal native to Nerwarhf, the Jermung, which, ironically, he was in danger of losing his own hide to. Bits of snow and ice clung to his beard, eyebrows, and hair, which had conqured the skin on his face several years ago. His large, almost perfectly rounded belly bounced high and low as he ran.Deatherage Short 1 - WiP by ~Deatherage
Literally right on his heels, the Jermung, a brown, predatory creature known for it's ruthlessness, swatted at the hunter's ankle with it's paw. A lucky stride
Daily 11-17-09 I pulled myself out of bed, and limped over to the open window. The cool air drifting into my room felt wonderful, and so I leaned on the windowsil to absorb it. I tried to keep my mind clear, to appease my parents and ignore my instincts. But the forest was always right out side my home, and a constant threat ot it, I thought.Daily 11-17-09 by ~Deatherage
There was nothing peaceful about it at night. I could see only the first few rows of trees, and nothin but blackness beyond it. No noises came from it, no animals stirred in the dark. There was no owls hooting, something I had become very use to falling asleep to. There was nothing in there but a mystery.
And I knew
11-15-09 His beard was a thick mixture of salt and pepper. Black hair fell well past his shoulders, the tones of a well-aged man having conquered the area nearest his scalp. He wore a collection of exotic furs from animals I had never seen, and seemed to be much finer than that of his companions. Brown eyes were focused, alert as he took in the surrounding area. He must have seen me.11-15-09 by ~Deatherage
I peered up from beneath the bridge, dead, graying eyes rattling in my skull. I was nervous. The week since my exile had not been kind. My clothes were torn, dirty, my hair greasy and unkept. I truly looked the part of a monster, complete with a home under a bridge. This
Sta.sh
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#SuicideThemes
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#SuicideThemes
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