Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam usually dreaded the call of his body, the pulling to go and feed. It disgusted him, the primal cravings that so easily gave way to crass feelings and violence, that made him feel half-animal (and not in the fun Attuned way). But as it approached him this week in Longheat, he actually found himself somewhat looking forward to his trip to the Shrine.
The Underground altar had quickly become a favourite because it was private, and he quite wanted to see The Voice. He wanted to learn more about who he was before he'd made his rather large mistake. Not just that: he wanted some sliver of direction, and The Voice was as good as anyone else who could give it.
Stood at the entrance of the Underground just as the moon was beginning to rise, he looked back out behind him to the outside one last time, always feeling a little bit of anxious claustrophobia as he entered the caves.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
