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I am not one of the usual tale tellers and this 'Anglitch' you talk is not my talk. But I found this site and emanated through to the place where you are so I might tell you things. A new danger stalks your reality... and old entity, though one not native to your world. It has been seen in the mountains of what your kind calls 'Europe'.... The ancient tribes of the icy north know it. Their children are regularly devoured by it... if devoured is the right word. Old folk doddering home in the windy darkness disappear into its maw.
Oh, it has many forms, or rather there are many ways you mortals imagine it. To some it is the gnawing void silently following in the shadows... the whisper of the trees.... the wet, clammy suction of the mud.... the clawed, gnarled hand reaching out to dig into your flesh and grab hold.
Oh, it has many forms, or rather there are many ways you mortals imagine it. To some it is the gnawing void silently following in the shadows... the whisper of the trees.... the wet, clammy suction of the mud.... the clawed, gnarled hand reaching out to dig into your flesh and grab hold.
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**The City Of Echoes**
WilKravitz, our dedicated scribe and vampire, walked alone. Hands aching from the joy humans gained gained from recording the story in quick and tedious long written pages in shorthand.. In WONDER LAND, the town slogan being "A Beggar or Buyer Be Ware. Time has no currency here". Longing for the days where People were traded, from birth to 100 years old. The joy of life for a human traded deeply for seconds of joy, hours of love, or minutes of freedom. He walked the cobblestone roads, his footsteps echoing to his step. Wick lit candles burned in lanterns lining the busier streets. He continued towards the market where memories are to be traded, sold or given away. Depending on their value and inclusion in the every conversation like speaking of the weather. Umbrellas usually don't sell as much when there is no rain. He greeted Wil an firm handshake as he nodded his chin twice. One to say hello and the other motioningbtowards the direction they were to go to speak. Barking, 'Fresh memories, Fresh Memories For Sale". Their essence lining the open suitcase, bottled in tiny glass lockets still hot from the heart beating and fire of the forging of the two together.
Wil wasn't fightened. Merely annoyed that his inner reflection had been so rudely interrupted. Stormed away and stomped his feet as he quickly spun out of the bright candle lit walkways. And into the darkened and more narrow side streets.
A great clattering of sewer piping began to moan at levels that could break your ear drums. "The silence once more no more sound" Wil repeated to himself very softly under his breath. A lightning spike exploded the snuffed street light. He was immersed in pitch black darkness. As if blind folded, not a few inches could be seen in front of him. Flying over head was the mysterious creator of the chilling sound. A Vampirino's ominous laughter rang clearly through the rainy thunderstorm and rang as clear as a breeze on a summer's night. Her laughter was a clue to the Vampirino's power. Somnihumian as he mocked the rulers who hunted him. His laughter was also a call – to someone.
through Somnihumian streets, inspiring rebels to reclaim their land of wonder.
The mysterious Vampirino jumped down from a statue, landing gracefully on the cobblestones. He walked towards Wil, his eyes never leaving his face.
Wil stood frozen, yet certain of what to do. Part of him had no worry to to run, but another part was curious – what did this creature want?
yet terrifying.
The vampirino stopped before Wil, his eyes searching his face. Then, in a voice like velvet, he spoke:
"You're the one who writes our stories. The one who knows our secrets."
Wil found his voice, barely above a whisper:
"How do you know what I write?"
The vampirino smiled, revealing razor-sharp fangs:
"Somnium has ears everywhere. And eyes. We've been watching you, WilKravitz. We know your heart belongs to darkness... and to us."
Wil felt a chill run down his spine. Was this true? Did his heart belong to these creatures of the night?
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The world around him melted away, leaving only the two of them.
The Vampirino's eyes burned with intensity as he leaned in closer. Wil felt his breath, cold and sweet, on his skin. He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss...
But instead, the Vampirino whispered:
"Come with me, WilKravitz. Let me show you Somnihumian true face. Let me show you her true heart.
The Vampirino led him to a great castle, its walls dripping with blood. Wil felt a chill run down his spine as they entered.
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If one wrote of a great themed story i would say it were close.
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