ShifterI drift through the aether.
Insubstantial and Shapeless yet free and inscrutable.
Staring at the lives of the Living
with the will to live like them at times and morosely indifferent to their affairs at others.
I glide through the aether.
They're singing, I walk with them. I'm made flesh and they hold me. Their joy echoes in my unliving heart and I smile. It has some warmth in it.
I haunt their steps waiting for their summons. I await their stumbles and their falls patiently, my council given.
The aether beckons.
They rush headlong, they lose control. They cause their demise and wallow in themselves.
I'm flesh once more. I'm fully flesh to warm them with my touch. Gentle encouragement and kind words. Pick them up and tend their wounds.
They're strong, healthy, they can take on this world once more. They rush forth and they triumph and they conquer.
They're invincible... for now.
Slowly I become uncomfrtrable in my own skin. Lonely in my own skin I stare at their distant dashes for glor
The Ghoul Feast
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.
The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.
Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.
Then begins the sucki