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LO Vulcan Audition Epilogue P3Vulcan woke in a spasm and gasped for breath as the dream began to slip away from his mind. Kali? Darkness? Time? What does all of this mean? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and stood up with much cracking of the joints. The day was young and the streets quiet.
The dry thunderstorm had been anything but. A heavy rain had fallen some time during the night, drenching the city in a mucky slurry of water, dust, and mud. The creepers running between the ruined buildings were heavily populated, with all sorts of small creatures running along them to avoid the streets below. Vulcan couldn't fathom why- the water was but a half foot deep at most and was almost perfectly still.
Vulcan sleepily descended the building's stairwell and set a paw in the water. It felt cold and lifeless, but he couldn't shake a strange tingling sensation. He gingerly sniffed the water. It had a bitter and unmistakable odor- that of poison.
The rain must have washed toxins off of the plants abo
LO Vulcan Audition Epilogue P2Day turned to night and the chaos resumed in its full splendor. Below Vulcan's secluded perch, countless numbers of the orange creatures he now knew as Bone Crackers roamed the streets. Their cumbersome forms made the labyrinthine mess of rubble and buildings a challenge to navigate for both themselves and the other denizens of the night.
His sleep incurred a second tirade of nightmares, spanning from the destruction of the city to his own death. He saw the terrible outcomes of every possible battle he could face played out in his mind, ranging from the red dragon down to that tiny rat. The occasional shriek from the night did little to reassure him. A dry thunderstorm was brewing near the ruins, further contributing to his turbulent dreams. His senses were overloaded by the bursts of light and crashes of thunder, throwing him wide awake with a start. The green lizard he had observed earlier was gazing curiously at his sprawled form.
"And who are you?" inquired Vulcan dryly.
LO Vulcan Audition Epilogue P1Vulcan's sleep was troubled that night as always. He dreamt of his hallucinated war scene time and time again. The sound of bombs and rifles and screams echoed through his mind. He awoke exhausted and miserable. It was midday and the air was still as ever. Small and large forms were shuffling around the city below. Vulcan blinked hard and scrutinized the jostling shapes. He picked out a red creature with a strange dragon-like head, trailed by a flitting blue bird. Looks dangerous, he mused. A small green lizard was crawling along the side of a building, boldly scurrying along. On a rooftop was the strangest creature he had seen yet- a wolf that looked like something straight out of a horror film with fine stitches holding its body together. To its side was a small creature that seemed to be the product of crossing a rabbit with a snake's fangs, staring timidly at his claws. He returned the gaze curiously and it glanced away. How rude.
He stretched out on the warm rooftop
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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