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Whistlings of Death...
...and circles of faint music.
Perhaps she leapt into that 'trap' quite happily. 
12th-Jan-2010 05:29 pm
B fear
I joined the circus and ran away, like some mad child in a fairytale. Note that I say ‘fairy’ there, I am laughing.
I have been here with these strange people and their monsters for some time now. To begin with I was simply taking care of a friend of mine in her last days. I did not expect her to leave me with her home and the scattered shards of a puzzle that has now pulled me permanently into it's dark web. I do not feel I can leave this place without fixing some important affairs. I certainly will not be leaving without the boy and his creature that have become my only friends here.

Although, when we do leave, would it be wise to take them with me? I will soon enter a dangerous state. A transformation if you like. I do not know what sort of monster I will become, my kind were not built for completing such things solo.
Maybe I have made a terrible mistake in leaving you all behind but I could not find the words for you and I could not bare the thought of holding you back simply because I fell into a trap. One fitful strange humid night.
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