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sparkindarknessI had to split this up because can I hell as keep it going. Every word had to be hammered out - which is annoying because I can feel the shape of it.
Anyway, the sidekicks find a friend and look for trouble - as they do
Ahrimadan stalked down the empty halls, guided by uncanny senses man was never meant to know. And a good sense of smell. That helped too.
Whoa there kitty, where are you off to?
“I hunger, spirit. I hunt this night.”
For the record, Yowling at a tin can really doesn’t count as hunting
“I hunger for souls, spirit. There is no tins of human essences.”
Give it time, Heinz will catch on eventually. 57 varieties of soul, anyone?
“One variety will suffice - the innocent.”
Trust you to want the rare variety. You know if any Camaalis catch you walking around away from Darren all hell’s going to break loose.
“Good, it has been too long since I was home.”
“Kitty!” a voice shrieked, startling Ghost to the rafters. Either that or Ahrimadan’s irritated hiss. A small girl ran towards them, long black braids flying behind her. “It’s Darren’s kitty! Awww, you’re so cute! I’m Sian! What’s your name pretty kitty?”
“I hunger, child.”
“We can get a fishy for you from the kitchen!” She said, grinning.
Ahrimadan arched his back, fur rising. “No, child. Thou hast no concept of the power before thee, thy family hath foolishly let thee wander these halls unguarded and unprotected. Thy kin hath let me stalk and hunt in their very home. They will lament their foolishness, their wails will echo over thy lifeless husk. Tremble, young one, for thy soul is mine!”
“Nuh-uh,” she stuck a pudgy finger in her mouth and screwed her pretty face up in though. “You can’t have my souls. I’m still using them - and Doyle says I got to give them back when I finished and not to break them ‘cos they‘re expensive.”
Souls? Plural?
Ahrimadan’s fur settled, he regarded the girl haughtily. “A human has but one soul child - and thou hast none, I claim it.”
“Nuh-uh, I gots 4!” She held up a string of 4 shining gems from her pocket, reach pulsing and gleaming with its own vibrant inner light. “Aren’t they pretty? Doyle says if I’m very very good I can keep one on a necklace but I want a blue one ‘cos it’ll match my eyes and my pretty blue dress.”
“Thou wouldst capture souls and use them as baubles of adornment?”
“Only the blue souls silly! Blue is my favourite colour.”
I thought Camaalis was crazy trying to kill their evil children - but after meeting their kids it seems like a good idea
“Silence spirit. I like this child. We could wreak terrible destruction together.”
“Nuh-uh. Cook and mummy said I couldn’t wreak destruction unless I’m in overalls ‘cos I always stain my dress. An’ I can’t wreak destruction on Thursdays ‘cos they’re busy an’ I can’t even play with George if I’m in my blue dress.”
“George?” Ahrimadan’s golden eyes narrowed.
“George! Come out and play!”
Ye gods of hentai?! What the hell is that
Ahrimadan glared at the creature that loomed over them. “A creature of the Nether.”
It’s REAL? Is it SUPPOSED to look like that? It looks like Cthulu went mad in a taxidermists
“He’s George. He’s my best friend.” She hugged a tenatcle. “We always play together,. but Mummy says he’s slimy and stains the carpets. And people always scream and run around like sillies which I think is funny but mummy says it‘s wrong to laugh at them.”
“I do like this child.” Ahrimadan, grinning as only a cat can. “Come small one, let us hunt.”
The kitchen’s that way, I think.
“Excellent...” Ahrimadan purred.
Anyway, the sidekicks find a friend and look for trouble - as they do
Ahrimadan stalked down the empty halls, guided by uncanny senses man was never meant to know. And a good sense of smell. That helped too.
Whoa there kitty, where are you off to?
“I hunger, spirit. I hunt this night.”
For the record, Yowling at a tin can really doesn’t count as hunting
“I hunger for souls, spirit. There is no tins of human essences.”
Give it time, Heinz will catch on eventually. 57 varieties of soul, anyone?
“One variety will suffice - the innocent.”
Trust you to want the rare variety. You know if any Camaalis catch you walking around away from Darren all hell’s going to break loose.
“Good, it has been too long since I was home.”
“Kitty!” a voice shrieked, startling Ghost to the rafters. Either that or Ahrimadan’s irritated hiss. A small girl ran towards them, long black braids flying behind her. “It’s Darren’s kitty! Awww, you’re so cute! I’m Sian! What’s your name pretty kitty?”
“I hunger, child.”
“We can get a fishy for you from the kitchen!” She said, grinning.
Ahrimadan arched his back, fur rising. “No, child. Thou hast no concept of the power before thee, thy family hath foolishly let thee wander these halls unguarded and unprotected. Thy kin hath let me stalk and hunt in their very home. They will lament their foolishness, their wails will echo over thy lifeless husk. Tremble, young one, for thy soul is mine!”
“Nuh-uh,” she stuck a pudgy finger in her mouth and screwed her pretty face up in though. “You can’t have my souls. I’m still using them - and Doyle says I got to give them back when I finished and not to break them ‘cos they‘re expensive.”
Souls? Plural?
Ahrimadan’s fur settled, he regarded the girl haughtily. “A human has but one soul child - and thou hast none, I claim it.”
“Nuh-uh, I gots 4!” She held up a string of 4 shining gems from her pocket, reach pulsing and gleaming with its own vibrant inner light. “Aren’t they pretty? Doyle says if I’m very very good I can keep one on a necklace but I want a blue one ‘cos it’ll match my eyes and my pretty blue dress.”
“Thou wouldst capture souls and use them as baubles of adornment?”
“Only the blue souls silly! Blue is my favourite colour.”
I thought Camaalis was crazy trying to kill their evil children - but after meeting their kids it seems like a good idea
“Silence spirit. I like this child. We could wreak terrible destruction together.”
“Nuh-uh. Cook and mummy said I couldn’t wreak destruction unless I’m in overalls ‘cos I always stain my dress. An’ I can’t wreak destruction on Thursdays ‘cos they’re busy an’ I can’t even play with George if I’m in my blue dress.”
“George?” Ahrimadan’s golden eyes narrowed.
“George! Come out and play!”
Ye gods of hentai?! What the hell is that
Ahrimadan glared at the creature that loomed over them. “A creature of the Nether.”
It’s REAL? Is it SUPPOSED to look like that? It looks like Cthulu went mad in a taxidermists
“He’s George. He’s my best friend.” She hugged a tenatcle. “We always play together,. but Mummy says he’s slimy and stains the carpets. And people always scream and run around like sillies which I think is funny but mummy says it‘s wrong to laugh at them.”
“I do like this child.” Ahrimadan, grinning as only a cat can. “Come small one, let us hunt.”
The kitchen’s that way, I think.
“Excellent...” Ahrimadan purred.