Roots go deep
Another night, another time. A darker night, a darker time. A different perspective.
The Hunt runs silent, for now. The Hunted are not aware yet. The moon rises above the trees, and now it starts. The up welling of energy is starting; they are gathered at the ring and the night dances with them. We are East of them and it is time to hunt... I raise my head and the howl vomits forth. We are North and the howl tears the night. We are West and the howl; South and the howl. East, then North, West and South. And again; East, North, West, South. The night shrieks...and then is still. Sated, the Hunt runs silent again.
The roots go deep, into the Dark. Into the strange realms of memory and dream. I remember the Hunt. The sweet, rich taste of terror torn from the Others. And they remember me... With their long, long view of things that once were. Some they have nearly forgotten for those do not recall. But a few DO recall, and those they watch and ward against. Sometimes I know too much. Perilously, too much; so me they keep at distance lest I reawaken what I was... And feed anew.
They cannot know I wouldn't anymore, they only know I know how.
The Hunt runs silent, for now. The Hunted are not aware yet. The moon rises above the trees, and now it starts. The up welling of energy is starting; they are gathered at the ring and the night dances with them. We are East of them and it is time to hunt... I raise my head and the howl vomits forth. We are North and the howl tears the night. We are West and the howl; South and the howl. East, then North, West and South. And again; East, North, West, South. The night shrieks...and then is still. Sated, the Hunt runs silent again.
The roots go deep, into the Dark. Into the strange realms of memory and dream. I remember the Hunt. The sweet, rich taste of terror torn from the Others. And they remember me... With their long, long view of things that once were. Some they have nearly forgotten for those do not recall. But a few DO recall, and those they watch and ward against. Sometimes I know too much. Perilously, too much; so me they keep at distance lest I reawaken what I was... And feed anew.
They cannot know I wouldn't anymore, they only know I know how.