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How sweet is this going to be, to borrow an expression from Erin. [Картинка: _88.jpg] [Картинка: _28.jpg] What the fuck are you talking about?!” I try and show the contempt he deserves given my current limitations. “Im not married to you! “You think if I had any weapons I’d be sitting here doing nothing?” Something else was in the ground, too. Something that was not dead, yet not really alive. For years, it had slept beneath the soil in the old portion of the cemetery at the bottom of the hill, the section where the names and dates on the cracked tombstones were faded and covered with moss. The forgotten area, where the dead received no visitors (other than the caretaker), because all those that remembered them were dead, as well. The creature slumbered beneath an old granite marker with an even older symbol carved into the stone. Both the symbol and the creature were ancient. The creature in the ground had no name, at least none that it could remember. None of its kind did. They were low things, cursed by the Creator long ago to dwell beneath the surface; white and wiggling like carrion worms. Not the Great Wurms, like Behemoth and his ilk, but low things; condemned to dirt and shadow, condemned to walk and breed in darkness, condemned not even to feast off the rich lifeblood or the warm, stillliving flesh of the Creator s beloved children (the way the others, the Vamphyir and the Siqqusim, did), or to act as the planet s antibodies like the ancient race of subterranean swinethings had done during times of world strife. His race was not smiled upon by Him like the angels and small gods were, nor did they enjoy the autonomy and freedom from His gaze the way the Thirteen did. No. His kind were condemned to feed on the cold, rotting corpses of the dead the scraps from the Creator's table. Warm flesh was forbidden to them, and they could only shred it with their claws, empty it of blood and organs and wait for it to turn rancid. The Creator's commandment was that they not taste warm blood or flesh. They could slay, of course, in selfdefense or just sheer malice. But they could not feast upon the living. They were cursed to eat carrion, commanded to clean up after death. evolutionary past. This world has been a home to incarnating entities for a long time, through several transformations All rights reserved: ZetaTalk@ZetaTalk.com He commented to Master, Shes well trained. She didnt miss a beat as she sucked your cock. My bottom is sore. Predictably, I did try and chicken out at the last minute, inducing Brian to give me some incentive. Five blows of his belt. And after that we fucked. The fucking was my idea, to relieve tension. It smells like vinegar in here. Note: written during the Jan 25, 2003 Live ZetaTalk IRC Session. Whats wrong?Timmy asked. Despite the broad metal spine, it wasn’t easy to stand up on the machine. Not at the speed it was traveling. Connor managed by using the weight of the guns and the pack on his back to stabilize himself. As the reprogrammed machine soared mindlessly out over the edge of the breach, he fired the grapple into the twisted tangle of steelon the far side. If he didn’t time his leap just right he would slam into the unyielding metal and concrete and tumble to the water below. I could see Kitten gulp before nodding and asking one more time, Are you sure this will cause no permanent damage? graduated from such homes to travel about the Universe, then just how ancientare such entities sitting on the Do I need it? My heart thunders.“Brian, Im not playing any more games with you, do you hear me? CHAPTER SIX.
